Page 97 of Cougar

Fucking hell.

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Cam

Slamming the garage door, I charge toward the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge before heading to the living room. Grabbing the remote from the coffee table, I drop down on the couch and turn on the television to ESPN, willing myself to calm the fuck down. Emerson has been avoiding me all week, claiming she was busy planning Jay’s homecoming dinner, so I gave her some space—only to catch her chumming it up with Chris.

There’s a faint knock on the front door, but I choose to ignore it and turn up the TV. I know it’s Emerson, but I’m too pissed off to even look at her face right now. She knocks harder and I turn the TV up louder.

Suddenly a set of keys are tossed onto the coffee table and Emerson is standing over me with her hands on her hips. She’s so tiny, it’s almost comical that she tries to look so intimidating. But I keep my eyes trained on the TV because I’m pissed at her.

“Did you hear me knocking?”

“Yep.”

“Why didn’t you answer the door?”

“You’ve got a key.” I gesture to the ones on the coffee table. “Obviously you know how to use it.”

“Cam.”

“What?”

“Why are you mad?”

Sitting up, I wrap my arms around her thighs and stand.

“What are you doing?” she screeches as she falls over my shoulder.

Smacking her on the ass, I start down the hall, heading toward my bedroom in long, determined strides. “I asked you to come to me if you started having any doubts.” I toss her on the bed and toe off my shoes. “Get undressed, Emerson.” Palming my T-shirt, I pull it over my head.

“I wasn’t doubting us. I just needed some space to work some stuff out in my head.”

“Pushing me away isn’t an option.” I make a quick work of the button on my jeans and yank them and my boxer briefs down my thighs, kicking them off to the side.

“Cam,” she breathes, her eyes filled with lust as her gaze trails over my body before landing on my cock.

“Clothes. Off,” I demand.

She sits up to pull her Heritage Bay T-shirt over her head and tosses it on the floor. I stifle a groan when she removes her bra and tosses it beside her shirt. “What if Zach and Jay come here?”

“Then they’re gonna get an earful,” I reply, dragging her jeans down her legs and tossing them on the floor with the rest of her clothes before crawling up the bed and settling between her thighs.

“Cam,” she pants.

“Guess you’re gonna have to be quiet.”

Pushing her thighs apart, I dip my head and inhale her scent. It’s intoxicating. Flattening my tongue, I run it up the seam of her soft, bare lips, circling her firm clit before sucking it into my mouth and slipping two fingers inside her.

“Oh shit,” she gasps. Her fingers curl into my hair, tugging as she arches her back off the bed, rolling her hips and fucking my fingers. I want to savor everything about her: her taste, her touch, her sounds.

With her head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open, her little breathy moans tell me she’s close. She pulls harder on my hair, her thighs tightening, trapping my head between her legs, and I feel her clamping down on my fingers. Releasing her clit, I move my tongue in slow, leisurely circles as she comes down from her orgasm, panting and breathing a sigh of content.

Sitting up, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “I could come just by watching you come,” I tell her as I kiss my way up her body, taking one of her nipples in my mouth as I push inside her.

She snakes her arms around my neck and curls her fingers into my hair, rocking her hips slowly in time with mine.

My thrusts are slow but deep as I move my lips to her other nipple, swirling my tongue around the tight bud before sucking it into my mouth.

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