Lady Luck - Ashby Crime Family

Wait, what? “Not possible.”

“Want to bet?”

I shook my head. “I’m not sure my heart could take it.” As it stood, my heart raced so fast in my chest I was sure I was on the verge of a cardiac episode.

“You’d be surprised what the heart can take, Vanessa.” Then he kissed his way up my body, brushing butterfly kisses on my overheated skin until his lips hovered above mine. “Kiss me.”

His smile was slick with my juices, and I shook my head because honestly, that wasn’t my thing. “I can’t.”

He shrugged. “We taste good together. You’ll see. When you’re ready.” I wanted to tell him I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready for that. I wasn’t before and now I felt strange about it, but Emmett didn’t try to talk me into anything, just fixed his lips to my neck while two of his fingers found their way between my thighs. One drove deep into where I was still wet and pulsing and the other flicked my clit.

My back arched off the sofa and Emmett’s mouth moved from my neck to my breast, sucking hard and biting just enough to make it sting.

“Emmett,” I moaned and a second later I fell apart. Again. “Oh. My. God.”

“So fucking hot.”

I looked at him between two fingers, surprised at his words. “Seriously?”

“Yep.” He sat up wearing a smug smile and licked his finger. Slowly. “Seriously hot,” he said and grabbed his cock.

I sat up, heart racing even as arousal leaked between my thighs and pushed at his chest.

“Upstairs. Now.” I couldn’t believe I was about to do this, sleep with someone who wasn’t Lance, but my body was in total control, seeking out pleasure and my mind was totally on board.

“You sure?”

I stopped and looked at Emmett over my shoulder, letting my gaze slid down to the obvious erection behind his zipper. “Completely.”

He rushed up behind me and picked me up. “You navigate, I’ll steer.”

I smiled at his words, enjoying the playful side of him even as his words came out on a growl.

“O-Okay. Here.” It was my bedroom, the one I shared with Lance and still slept in. Did it feel weird? More than a little bit. But this was another step. Another milestone.

“Perfect.” Emmett stepped inside and made a beeline for the bed, depositing me there like I was precious cargo. “Beautiful.”

“Emmett, please.” The heat in his eyes threatened another premature explosion, and I wanted to enjoy this. Every moment of what was about to happen. “Hurry.”

He quickly stripped out of his clothes and stood less than a foot away from me with a wide, sexy grin on his face. “Fast enough?”

I nodded. “Still too far away, though.”

His smile softened and he put one knee and then the other on the bed, settling himself between my legs. “Much better,” he growled as he stared down at me stroking his cock. “How do you feel?”

I knew what he was asking but I felt too many things in that moment. It was strange to be naked in front of someone other than Lance. It felt strange being this intimate with anyone else. But mostly I just felt…good.

“I feel like my body is on fire.”

“Me too,” he admitted and pushed the head of his cock against my opening, not breaching it just sliding it back and forth until he was coated in my juices.

“Fuck.” I gasped when his cock did make entry and Emmett slowed his movements.

“Tight as fuck.”

It had been a while—too long—but Emmett had a thick cock. It was wide and even as he took his time, sliding in slowly and back out until I adjusted to his size, he filled me up. Completely.

“My goodness.” He moved slowly. Too slowly. Once I was adjusted to his size, desire and need washed over me.

“Please Emmett. Fuck me. Make me feel good.”

The he began to move, long, deep strokes that were pure torture as my pleasure went up in stages, pulsing and clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he growled. “So tight. So wet.”

“Yes!” He felt so big. It was slightly uncomfortable but the pleasure overrode that sensation immediately. “Emmett, yes!”

His hips moved faster, plunged deeper and harder. He grunted incoherent words of satisfaction while I shouted, screamed my pleasure with his every stroke.

“Nessa,” he growled and his hips sped up yet again.

“More, Emmett. Please.”

He fucked me so hard, so deep that I no longer had control of my body. My words. My senses. His hands went to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples as he slid deep. Hard. Then one hand went to my throat and my heart stopped. Then picked up triple speed.

He squeezed a little tighter and kept sliding in and out, in and out. His strokes wild and hard and fast, my body craved more even as my heart clenched at the hand around my throat. Emmett’s eyes closed and he pounded into me. The hand around my neck scaring me and turning me on at the same time. I froze at the warring sensations and so did he.