Page 86 of The Billionaire Boss and the Barista

But it was the press of his cock against her wet folds that was causing those urgent little sounds to escape.

He was still half-dressed. Emma pushed at the waistband on his pants, only to have him remove her hands.

“I won’t last, baby,” he said, pinning them to the couch. “Let me do this first, or I won’t get the chance later.”

Emma raised her head to protest. She didn’t want to wait. She needed him now. Every cell in her body was demanding it. But he kept holding her hands, working his way down until his face was buried between her legs.

Emma’s brain immediately skidded, going off the rails.

“Oh, oh, that’s not right,” she said with a gasp, her hips jerking as Garrett sucked and nibbled at the petals of her sex.

He stopped, muffled laughter floating up from between her legs.

“Is this better?” he asked, his fingers caressing and opening her more fully. His tongue lapped up her slit, teeth grazing at her clit.

Pleasure punched through her with the force of a bomb. Hipspumping involuntarily, she writhed under his ministrations, the onslaught long, wet, and wild.

Emma was out of control and would have fallen off the couch had Garrett’s arms not pinned her to the cushions. Her muscles tightened all at once and then released with wave after wave of pulsing pleasure.

The throbbing beats of her orgasm were dying when Garrett crawled up her body. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed the head of his cock through her slick folds.

“Do you really want this?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.

Emma wrapped her legs around his hips. Her fingers dug into his back, pressing him closer. “Please, Garrett.”

His hands tightened on her. “Good, that’s good, Emmy. Keep saying my name.”

Thick heat forged inside her, pushing past the ring of muscle at her entrance. Emma braced herself against the blunt pressure, every nerve in her body sparking, eager to be claimed. But her body wasn’t cooperating.

Garrett swore, the tip of his cock buried a few inches. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Am I hurting you?”

Was this pressure pain or pleasure? Emma didn’t know. Her body was confused but the ache was still there. “Yes, make it go away.”

That was probably confusing him, but the way she wrapped her legs around him, forcing him deeper wasn’t.

It broke what little restraint he had left. Murmuring something incoherent, he pressed his face into her neck before surging up, driving his hips until they were flush against her pussy.

Her body arched up as if she’d been shocked with a strong electric current. Panting, she clutched at his back, trying to get used to the foreign invasion in her body. This was nothing like she’d imagined.

Emma’s sexual experiences since the accident had involved a dark room and her phone playing a specially curated list of videos. She hadn’t had the energy or the opportunity to pursue much else. She didn’t even own a real vibrator. Just one of those tiny lipstick-sized buzzers.

And this… Garrett was huge inside her. She had no frame of reference for him, no way to prepare.

Emma thought she was at her limit of sensation. Then he started moving. Slow at first, Garrett continued to whisper praise in her ear, increasing the tempo until he was rocking into her steadily.

She caught his rhythm, letting instinct guide her.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick and hoarse. “That’s it. You’re right here with me, aren’t you?”

Emma clutched at his shoulders. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He pinched her nipple. Not hard, but enough to sting.

“Yes, Garrett.”

“That’s right, Emmy. Keep saying my name.” He punctuated his words with a firm thrust. “You’re never going to forget it again, are you?”

With that, he thrust again. And again, twisting his hips.

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