Fast & Wet (The Fast 2)

“And that’s exactly what you would do. Be selfless.” Emily leans in and kisses me, her soft lips finally shoving those weights off my chest.

“Do you really not feel any different about me?”

“If I were allowed to tell you that I love you, I would tell you it only makes me love you more.”

“You’re not allowed yet, though. I still have several years of wooing to make up for, and this rancid hotel set me back at least two months.”

Sliding my hands up her legs, barely clad in thin little black leggings, I cup her ass and pull her over my thighs.

“Can I show you instead?” She waggles her eyebrows at me and then pulls her shirt off over her head.

Like I’m going to say no to that.

Sometimes words aren’t needed, sometimes you can speak louder with your mouth closed. Now is one of those times, so I answer Em by dropping my mouth to the valley of her breasts and sweeping kisses along the soft curves.

She tastes like honey and resurrection and all the things that make life worth living.

“Know what else I see when I look at you?”

The way she’s biting my earlobe and sucking on my neck, she could say I have three eyes and four arms, and I’d still take it as gospel.

“The man who’s going to fuck you into next week?” I say around a perfect, rosy nipple I’ve just liberated from its lacy prison.

“I see the sexiest man on the planet, the one every other guy in my life has failed to live up to. The one who ruins all my panties because I am constantly soaked for him.”

My fingers dig into her deeper when her breath tickles my ear, and then she scrapes her teeth against my jaw.

“Do you know how badly I want you? All the time? How much I need to feel you inside of me? How much I love it when you take control, throw me down, and fuck me hard?”

Her throaty voice, the way she’s grinding against me, sends every ounce of blood in my body straight to my dick. Unsnapping her bra, I fling it aside and start to pull her leggings down her hips when she stands up and puts a hand on my chest.

“Get naked, Ballentine,” she orders as she starts peeling her leggings down.

Fuck, I can see how wet she is when she loops her thumbs into her panties and slides them off. Her bare lips are glistening with it.

“Bring that beautiful pussy over here,” I tap my chin, lift the hem of my shirt over my shoulders, and toss it aside.

Emily gives me a look that’s oddly challenging, but equally seductive and devious. She turns and sits on my lap with her back to me. My hands instinctively cup her tits, run up and down the gentle curves of her hips, as she grinds her ass against my cock.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I kiss up and down her spine.

Wars were fought over women with just a fra

ction of what Emily has.

She moves her hair off one shoulder and tilts her head back to me, “You make me feel beautiful.”

Cupping her chin and bringing it to me, I drive my tongue into her mouth and slide my other hand down her body and between her thighs, her wetness coating my fingers. “You’re dripping, baby.”

“All for you,” she turns around and pushes me down onto the mattress, then climbs over me, her hard nipples dragging against my abs and chest as she moves seductively back and forth down my body.

Every synapse in my brain is pleading with me to flip Emily over and drive into her. But watching her filled with confidence, licking up and down my torso, peppering hot kisses on my cock through my jeans, is intoxicating.

Unbuttoning and unzipping me, Emily tugs my jeans, and I raise my hips so she can pull them off. My cock springs free, and I stroke myself a few times, up and down, while Emily stands before me watching, eyes blazing, and her chest expanding with deep breaths.

“Let me feel how tight you are,” I eye her and motion for her to sink that gorgeous wetness down onto me.

She shakes her head, “Come and take it.”