Avenging Angel (Pounding Hearts 5)

Emmett groans again, deeper this time, and closes his eyes as my stroke makes it up to his head. Wetness seeps across my fingers, slickening my grip.

Making it easier to quicken my pace.

Eyes flashing open, his jaw tenses as he tries to maintain his self-control.

“Keep going and you’ll find out,” he grits out.

Another warning.

“Okay,” I say without stopping.

Growling, his head dips back down, his teeth scraping across me as he tries to jerk his hips away.

I tighten my grip.

“Goddammit,” he tries to growl, but his voice cracks with weakness.

Knowing I’m getting to him, I lift my hips until the crown of his cock is pushing through my lips.

Suddenly he stiffens above me, his body taut with tension.

But I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

Having already come this far, I use him for my own pleasure, grinding my hips as I work him against my clit.

Above me, he begins to tremble. Then, like a rubber band stretched too far, he finally snaps. Making a noise that sounds almost feral, he reaches down, grabs me by the wrist, and yanks my hand away.

Just as I open my mouth to complain, he slams his cock home inside me.

“Is this what you want?” he grunts as his hard length pushes through my tightness.

Completely shameless at this point, I throw my head back and moan out, “Yes,” as my body tries to adjust to suddenly having him inside me.

Stretching me.

Filling me.

Almost breaking me.

Fuck, he’s so big, so much bigger than I’m used to. If I wasn’t so wet, he would probably split me in half…

Pulling back his hips, he begins to slowly slide out of me, and I can’t hold back the whimper that makes it past my lips.

“Is this what you need?” he asks, then slams back inside me.

Overwhelming me with too much incredible sensation.

I knew being with Emmett would be intense, but fuck, I never expected this. I never expected my entire world to be utterly and completely upended.

Head dropping down, his lips capture my lips as he pumps himself in and out of my body. And with each deep stroke, with each rolling grind of his hips against my clit, I lose myself a little bit more.

I give more of myself to him.

Until there’s nothing left.

Nothing left but the desire to spend the rest of my eternity just like this. With him above me and inside me, filling up every hollow, empty space and little crack.

Breaking our kiss, he’s lets out a soft, drawn-out groan before he declares, “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good, baby girl…”