Page 158 of Rough and Rugged

Dragging the t-shirt over her head, I marvel at her perfect breasts, her dusty pink nipples pebbled and pleading for my tongue. Her nails rake down my back as I suck a nipple into my mouth, gently nipping it with my teeth before turning to the other, giving it the same treatment.

“Off,” she gasps, pulling at my shirt. Pulling back, I support my weight with one hand, using the other to tug my shirt over my head, tossing it behind me and descending on her body again. I work my way down, licking my way to the waistband of her shorts.

It’s been way too long since I’ve done this, and I pull back, looking up at her.

“What’s wrong?” she pants, watching me with a heated expression.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” I blurt. “It’s… been a while.”

“Love me, Emmett. That’s all you have to do,” she says, sitting up, pulling me to her. She devours me, consumes me, restores me. “And let me love you.”

I push her back gently, pulling her shorts down and descending on her like a starving man, determined to prove my love for her through my mouth, hands, and cock.

Her pussy is dripping for me, leaving no doubt that she wants me. I lick her from pussy to clit, greedy for every whimper she makes. She’s sweet, already my favorite dessert. Her thighs close around head, trapping me against her, and I decide this is how I want to die.

My tongue pushes into her pussy, making her cry out as my nose rubs against her clit, catapulting her toward her first release. I continue, wanting to feel her shatter. Her juices flood my mouth as she comes apart for me, her hands running through my hair as she pants.

Her thighs drop to the side as she comes down from her high. Pulling back, I look up at her, watching her palm her breasts, her head thrown back and her eyes closed.

“How many times can you come for me, sweetheart?” I ask, smirking when her eyes fly open and meet mine. “Three?” She whimpers. “Four?” She nods. “Five?” “Six?” Her eyes widen. “Challenge accepted.”

I stand, pulling my pants off before I join her on the bed again, desperate to be inside of her. “I’m clean,” I say. “I don’t want anything between us. Ever.”

“Take me raw,” she groans, pulling me down on top of her, her legs winding around my waist, her feet on my ass pulling me into her, whimpering as she stretches to accommodate my cock.

“I’m going to love you all night long and for the rest of my life,” I promise, entering her in one long push.

“I love you, Emmett. Now and forever.”

Epilogue

Briar

SixMonthsLater

Today, I become Mrs. Briar Holloway.

I moved to Emmett’s mountain three months ago, the day after I graduated. When I pulled into the driveway with the moving trailer behind my SUV, Emmett met me outside, dropping to one knee and holding out a beautiful diamond.

Shady Rock is home now, and I can’t wait to make my mark here. My hand rubs protectively over my still-flat stomach as I think about how I’ll be making that mark in just about six months.

Emmett wanted to do a first look before the wedding. There was a glint in his eyes when he mentioned it, and I knew something was up. Bribing him with a blow job, he finally confessed that he had a gift for me before we said “I do.”

Standing in my dress in the small town square where I first captured the photo of Alice and William, I wait for my man with a small, grainy photo in my hand.

I feel him close by, my pulse racing as peace washes over me. Suddenly, we’re back to back, and I feel his pinky grip mine. The photographer signals for us to turn around, and I gasp. He’s devastating in a perfectly tailored black suit.

“Don’t get used to it,” he growls playfully, raking his eyes over me as he hands me a piece of paper. As I read it, I realize he’s built me a gallery. I wipe away tears, careful of my makeup.

“My turn,” I say, handing him the sonogram, watching his expression change from confusion to shock to overwhelming joy.

He picks me up and spins me around, kissing me soundly.

“I love you.”

About The Author

Magnoliaisamidwesterngirl who loves to write sweet and steamy romance. She is an avid reader and lover of weird and wonderful words who can be found poolside or playing with her furbabies when she emerges from the writing cave. She is married to her very own book boyfriend. Adverse to decision-making whenever possible, she writes ménage and reverse harem as Maggie McAlister so others can avoid choices, too.

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