Violent Ends

She stood before him completely naked.

The robe fell to the floor, and she looked stunning. This had to be the best way to come home to. The only way this could be better? If they were in their own home and they weren’t currently having to deal with his family.

His family caused way too many problems.

She reached out, removing his tie. It was rare for him to wear one, but he felt it was the right thing to do after everything Landon was going through.

“What’s going on here, Emma?”

She dropped the tie to the floor, then started to work on his buttons. He had no problem with her hands all over him. In fact, he rather liked it. He didn’t know what had brought this on with her, what had created this sudden, swift change.

“I’ve missed you.”

She pushed his shirt off his body, and her hands slid down to his pants.

“And I wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Why?”

“Because … I like you. I like what you’ve been doing to me.”

“Only like?”

“Yes, and now I want to do something for you.”

He watched her and gritted his teeth as she cupped his dick through his pants. She ran her hand up and down his length.

He gripped her wrist. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I know I don’t, but I want to.” She didn’t move her hand away from him. “Don’t you want me to?”

“Emma?”

“I want to do this for you. Please. Don’t you want to feel me?” She slid to her knees before him, becoming the perfect wet dream.

He didn’t want to deny her and found it next to impossible to not give her what she wanted. Gideon stayed silent as she worked his belt buckle open, sliding it out and then rolling the zipper down.

The only sounds in the room to be heard were the ones of her getting him undressed.

“Do you even have a clue what you’re doing to me right now?”

She pulled his pants down, followed by his boxer briefs. Her fingers wrapped around his thick length.

The tip was already leaking pre-cum. His balls ached. The only release he’d gotten was from his own hand, and that was nowhere near enough to satisfy him.

He needed more.

He needed his woman.

There was no denying that.

He watched her as her gaze fell on his cock, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips. The sight was one to behold, and he wanted nothing more than to come there and then. He held himself back, letting her set the pace.

She kept stroking him, her hand moving up and down. So sweet, and as her tongue came out, stroking over the tip, he groaned.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. You’re doing everything right. So much right.” He gasped as her entire mouth covered his dick.

She felt so amazing, and he couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to.

Gripping her hair, he wrapped the length around his fist and started to thrust forward. “Not too much teeth, Emma. Oh, fuck, that feels good. So good.”

For a split second he closed his eyes, basking in the feel of her mouth, and that was all he allowed himself before he was sinking deep between her lips once again. So beautiful.

“That’s it, baby, suck me.”

Opening his eyes once again, he started to pump into her.

“You can take me.” He hit the back of her throat, giving her a few seconds to get accustomed to him before withdrawing. He repeated that for several more thrusts.

Even though he’d been taking care of his own needs with his hand, it wasn’t enough. Having her mouth on him was immense pleasure, and he couldn’t contain his need for her. Within a matter of seconds, he was close to coming, and he didn’t want to stop.

Growling out her name, he pulled out of her mouth, and, working his cock, he pulsed his release onto her chest. Every single drop of it landed on her tits or around her neck.

By the time he finished, he was panting for breath.

Dropping to his knees before her, he cupped her face and kissed her hard. Sliding his tongue across her lips, he plundered her mouth, kissing her back with a passion.

She pulled away. “You’re going to get this all over you.”

He picked her up, kicking off his pants, boxers, and shoes, carrying her through to her bathroom.

Climbing into the stall, he put her on her feet, turned on the water, and shielded her body from the cold spray. He picked up a cloth and washed the evidence of his arousal from her body.

“Did I do okay?”

“You don’t ever have to ask that.”

He ran his hand down her body, cupping her pussy. She moaned his name.

“Anything you do to me, Emma, I will love.” He found her clit and started to stroke her.

“I’ve missed you,” she said.

“You saw me this morning.”