Page 102 of The Billionaire Boss and the Barista

Chapter Forty-One

GARRETT

Fuck, he could barely think. The only reason he could recite those details now was because that time with her was burned into his brain.

“I took your dress off and kissed your breasts and belly,” he whispered, starting to breathe faster. “Then I laid you down and licked you between your legs until you begged me to stop.”

Emma whimpered, wet heat sliding along his hard length, the sensitive head positioned at her tight entrance. “Because I wanted your cock instead.”

“Yes.” He clutched her to him. “You chose me as your first. I was so fucking honored and excited. Your naked tits and tight pussy nearly made me come—the only reason I didn’t was because I beat off in the shower before you got there so I wouldn’t lose my shit before I satisfied you.”

Emma giggled, burying her face in his neck. “Oh my God.”

“It’s true,” he said, tightening his hold. “I’d been dying for you for so long. I didn’t want to embarrass myself. And believe me, the sight of you naked, offering yourself to me—that would have destroyed a stronger man. Not everyone has my incredible foresight.”

Her lips moved against his neck. “But you had prepared.”

He swallowed, running his hands over the curve of her hips. “Andthank God I did or I wouldn’t have lasted. Instead, I was able to hold off until you were shivering in my arms. Then I covered you with my body and penetrated you real slow.”

“Like this?” she breathed.

Garrett shuddered as she raised her hips and then slid down on his cock, her slick wet heat sliding over him like hot velvet.

“Yeah,” he moaned, a vise around his chest.Fuck that. It was inside his chest, gripping his heart. “Just like that, baby.”

He took her hips in his hands, urging her up and down until she was riding him, her pussy clamping him with every downstroke.

Time slipped by slowly, each second endless and perfect.

“You’re so fucking good at fucking your man,” he praised in one breath, making sure she wasn’t hurting the next.

She may not have been a virgin, but it had been years for her and even though she denied it, she was probably sore. Because there had been no one else.Hewas the only man she had ever been with.

Garrett had always been possessive of Emma. Their short relationship had been so intense, so precious to him he hadn’t told anyone about it. It had been fucking selfish, but they’d only had their school breaks together and he couldn’t bear to share her with anyone else.

But Emma was his wife now. His obsession with her was now legal and binding. Their vows hadn’t included the love and honor part. He hadn’t wanted to push it, so he’d asked the justice of the peace to leave it out. But he would ask Emma to do the ceremony again sometime, so he could hear those words from her lips. And he’d be able to say them back.

Thankfully, judging from the way her fingers were digging into his shoulders, that day felt much closer now.

Emma groaned into his neck, her breath hitching as her tight pussy slammed down on him, grinding away. He gripped her ass, taking a delicious handful.

“Hold on to me, baby,” he warned, white sparks lighting the corners of his eyes.

He slammed his hips up, fucking her hard from beneath. Garrettlost his sense of time. The only thing he could hear were Emma’s cries. They punctuated his thrusts as they rocked together.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he breathed. “Grind up on your man. Get him all wet with your cream.”

Emma sobbed, pulsing and throbbing all around him. Unable to hold it, he stopped fighting, letting his orgasm rip through him. His cock spasmed, flooding her and soaking his lap. But his Emmy wasn’t done yet. His hand worked between them, drawing out her climax for as long as he could.

“Garrett.” Emma put her hands on either side of his face as they undulated together, two bodies in perfect sync.

He’d only ever experienced that with her.

Emma pushed against his hand, his thumb working her sweet plump clit even as she clenched everything. Her hands fisted in his hair as she shuddered in his arms.

Or was that him? Hell, it was difficult to tell, but judging from the way his heart was hammering, he was the culprit.

Her body released on a sob, and she threw her head back, trusting that he would hold her through the storm.

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