Page 112 of Trustfall

I waste no time ripping my shirt off and throwing it over my shoulder before I dip down and take her lips in mine. I kiss her long and hard, my mouth catching her whimpers as I slide my hand down and cup her through her jeans.

“You better take these off unless you want me to stab a hole in them,” I say against her lips.

“Jesus,” she mutters, but does as I say and unfastens her jeans, sliding them down her creamy legs. I do the same, shoving off my pants and throwing them onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“Now your shirt,” I say. She lifts her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside, and fuck, she’s not wearing a bra. Her perfect tits bounce as she moves to prop herself up on her elbows.

“Now what?” she taunts, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

“Take my cock out,” I demand.

Her eyes heat, and she doesn’t hesitate as she reaches her hand into my boxer briefs and pulls me out.

“Like this?” she asks innocently.

I nod my head, pulling down my boxers the rest of the way and tossing them to the side with my foot. She sits up higher as she grasps my length in her hand and pumps it a few times.

“Fuck,” I whisper as she pulls me gently and starts rubbing my cock up and down her opening. She’s still wearing panties, but she’s so wet that I can feel it seeping through the material.

Don’t get me wrong. I love the cute, seductive little game she’s playing, and normally I would engage her longer, but I physically can’t wait anymore. When we kissed earlier, I thought I wanted to make gentle love to her. And I do. Eventually. But right now, seeing her almost naked, vulnerable, lying on my bed, waiting for my next command after having walked out on me thirty hours ago…All I want is to own every inch of her body. We have plenty of time for sweet and gentle lovemaking another time. I yank her panties down, line myself up at her entrance, and sink inside her. She lets out a gasp of surprise that quickly turns to a cry of pleasure as I roll my hips, pull out, and thrust back in. Hard.

“Ahhh. Oh fuck, Luke.”

“You like that, baby? You like when I’m buried deep inside you?

She nods feverishly, trying to keep from falling off the bed as I fuck her into the mattress.

“Say it.”

“I like when you’re b-buried deep inside,” she whimpers.

“That’s right, Em. You like when I own this fucking pussy because it’s mine. You are mine. Got it?

“Yes,” she pants.

“Say it, Emory.”

I continue my movements, spearing into her and not letting up for a second. She closes her eyes and leans her head back, caught up in the ecstasy of it all. But no, that won’t do.

“Emory, look at me and say you’re mine or I’ll stop,” I snap. I’m bluffing, of course. Nothing on this planet could make me stop fucking her right now, but she likes it when I give her ultimatums during sex.

Her eyes snap open and her pupils, big and blown out, drill into mine. “Please, please, please. Don’t stop.”

“Then say it, Em. Say what we both know. What we’ve always known.”

“I’m yours, Luke. I’ve always been yours.”

That sets me off, and I start shoving into her even harder. I know she’s close when she moves her hand down to her clit to give herself that extra push over the edge, but I grab her wrist before she can touch herself.

“Think you can come without your clit being touched?” I ask her.

“I don’t—I mean, I’ve never…”

I can feel my eyes turn molten at the challenge. I know exactly how to get her off. The easy way. But nothing about this relationship has been easy. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to take the easy way out now that we’ve come this far. Suddenly, it’s not just a want; it’s a need. Emory is going to come from nothing but my cock if it takes all night.

I quickly pull out, flip her over, and thrust back in. She lets out a high-pitched moan when I enter her again.

“You’re going to come on my cock, and I’m not even going to graze your clit. Understand, baby?”