Page 68 of Emerald

“You like that, don’t you?” she coos as she continues to fuck me.

“I do,” I moan my confession as her hands slowly slide over my throat and tighten.

“The things I want to do to you, Nash.” She groans as her fingers tighten. I see stars in my eyes as her hands slowly tease my airways, but fuck does it feel good. “I’ve never trusted anyone before …” she states, “… to try the things I want to try.” Those hands that have probably killed hundreds of people tighten around me. My mind is starting to freak out as I realize I have given control over to a killer, but then my dick is telling me, stay cool, it’s Ellie, she is just being kinky. “For some reason I feel likeI can with you,” she says as her hands fall from my neck and back to my shoulders.

“You can trust me, Ellie.”

She shakes her head. “It’s Elena, please moan Elena when you come.”

Elena. Her real name is Elena. Fuck. My dick expands even further inside her, and my hands grab onto her hips as the realization that a woman like Ellie, sorry, Elena, trusts a man like me, fuck, it’s hot, and I lose myself to the feeling of her as she rides me. My fingers dig into her hips as I hold her tighter against me, not wanting a millimeter of skin never touching. My balls tingle, and I can feel myself getting closer to being pushed over the edge.

“I’m close.” I groan as she tightens over me.

“Me too,” she says, throwing her head back as she continues to ride me.

“Yes, Elena, yes, fuck, Elena,” I chant as her pussy tightens around me, and I’m unable to hold on any longer, and seconds later, she is screaming my name as she follows me. Ellie, I mean, Elena, collapses on top of me as we both come down from our orgasm. She snuggles into my neck, both of us still joined, not wanting to part.

“I like hearing my name on your lips,” she confesses.

My fingers drag through her blonde hair as I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly against me, not wanting this moment to end.

“You were so fucking unexpected, Elena.” I continue to run my fingers through her hair.

“So were you,” she says in agreement. “Especially since we started out not so great.” I can feel her smile against my skin.

“Still thought you were hot even if you annoyed the hell out of me.”

“I still wanted to climb you like a tree and fuck your brains out even when I thought you were an annoying asshole.” This surprises me. Her hand lazily runs over my chest. “I’m sorry for what I am about to do tonight and for the next week. I don’t want to hurt you …”

I turn and grab her face so that she is looking at me. “I’m not going to lie and say the thought of sending you out tonight on a date with Manuel, knowing how the night is going to end doesn’t fill me with jealousy …” Her brows pull together in a frown and she's about to protest, but instead, I stop her words with my lips as I kiss the hell out of her. “But … I understand why you are doing it. Plus, I have no claim over you. You are free to do what you want and whoever you want. You don’t owe me loyalty just because my dick is currently inside you.”

“I wish things were different because I like you,” she says sadly.

Fuck. My heart tightens. “I like you, too.” I run my nose down her cheek.

“At the moment, I can’t be anyone’s even if, for the first time, I want to be someone's. To feel what it is like to not have someone want to share you with their friends, their boss, or their enemy.” A single tear falls down her cheek and I swear she is ripping me in two. My thumb slides over her cheek and chases her tear away.

“If I could keep you in this bed for myself I would. But you, Elena, have a job to do, an important one, saving those girls, and that is the only reason I am not being a selfish prick and letting you go.”

Elena bites her bottom lip. “Promise me, when this is all over we can go somewhere just the two of us, and you can do just that.”

My brows rise in surprise. “You would want that? With an old man like me?”

“You’re not old.” She grins.

“Wow, how the tide is changing,” I tease.

A smile falls across her face. “When this is all over, maybe you and I could meet and start again.”

My thumb slides along her cheek. “I’d like that.”

After an intense sexsession where we both worked up an appetite, we had a quick shower before I headed into the kitchen to make us some breakfast. Seeing Ellie, sorry, Elena, in one of my tees walking around has my dick ready to go again.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look in my shirt?” I tell her as I pin her against the kitchen counter.

“Yeah?” She looks up at me with those eyes, and heat swirls behind them. I can’t seem to get enough of this woman. It’s like she’s a drug, and I’m now a slave to it until I can get my next fix.

“Yeah,” I say as I lift one of her legs and wrap it around my hip, rocking into her.

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