Page 24 of Fixing Emilee

“I get to play.” Her hands go to the bottom of my shirt, tugging on it. Once it’s on the floor, she pushes me back with a hand on my chest. The spot where her hand is feels like someone is holding a flame to it. She licks her lips as her eyes track down my body. Leaning forward, she takes my nipple into her mouth, lightly biting it, and my dick hardens even more.

“Baby.” A groan from deep in my chest follows that word. I put my hands in her hair, which is now long enough to touch her shoulders.

“Yes,” she says, and I feel her grin into my chest.

“Do that again,” I moan. She does, switching to the other nipple. This time she bites a little bit harder. “Fuck.” I buck up into her, loving how my jeans rub against the head of my dick, but I need the warmth of her pussy. “Emilee, please.”

“Please, what? You love teasing me, don’t you? Making me a mess before finally giving me what I want,” she says, continuing kissing, licking, and biting my stomach over my abs. Leaning up, she reaches behind her, undoing her bra and letting it fall down her shoulders. Her breasts bounce with the movement, and my strength to hold back snaps. Leaning forward, I latch my mouth over one of them and gently tug it with my teeth. She presses further into my face as my hand finds the other hard nipple, pinching and pulling on it.

She must not be done playing with me because she pulls me back by my hair again. As she looks at me, the lust in her eyes makes me afraid of coming in my pants. “I need you to be inside me now, Parker.”

She changed into shorts when we got here. Putting my fingers in their waistband, I pull them as she leans up, so they slide down and she steps out. She doesn’t waste a second. She pops the button on my jeans, pulling them past my ass so my dick is free. I’m not wearing any underwear, so he’s right there. “Fuck, Parker,” she moans.

“Do you see what you do to me, Butterfly? He’s leaking, needing that tight, wet pussy of yours on him.” I pull her down but let her take her time sinking down on me. Holding my dick at the base, I help line myself up with her soaking wet opening. She throws her head back as she slowly sits on top of me. She’s so fucking tight and wet. “God damn, Butterfly. You feel so fucking good gripping me like that.”

“Parker, I’m so full,” she says. Placing my hands on her hips, I help her lift herself off me and bring her back down. I don’t want to look away from her. We have done it with her on top, but she has never straight up taken what she needs from me. Watching her do that is turning me on even more. I stare at her pussy stretched around my dick like she was made for me.

“Look at me, baby. I want to see your eyes when you come.” Her walls are starting to get tighter around me.

“Baby, I need more. Fuck me,” she moans out, connecting her brown eyes with my blue ones.

“If that is what you need, that is what you will get.” I can’t hold off much longer. Thrusting up, I slam my dick into her as she sits back down on me.

“Fuck!” she screams. I keep up the pounding pace until she’s raking her nails down my chest leaving red marks behind. “Oh my god, Parker,” she screams as her pussy squeezes me and threatens to strangle my dick off. One more thrust and I’m coming right along with her.

“Fuck, Emilee,” I repeatedly moan as my come mixes with hers. Finally, her walls stop pulsing and loosen around me, but I don’t move her off me. Rubbing her back, I try to catch my breath. We sit there for a couple of minutes before she climbs off me, laying on her side with her eyes closed.

Pulling up my pants because we didn’t remove them entirely, I tuck myself back in so I can go get her a washcloth to clean up with. Thankfully the house is still empty, so no one heard us. Grabbing the cloth, I turn on the water, waiting for it to warm up. Looking around the small bathroom, I can’t believe how far we have come. Her parents repainted this room and changed out the flooring after she tried to kill herself. They didn’t want her to be reminded of what happened whenever she came in.

Staring into the mirror, I see her door open, and Emilee walks out. She has my shirt on with her shorts. Laughing, I ask “Did I just lose that one as well?” I swear most of my shirts have ended up in her closet instead of mine.

Glancing down, smiling, “I guess so,” she says, entering the bathroom. She pulls down her shorts sitting down on the toilet. What the fuck? She lets out a laugh, shaking her head.

“What are you doing, Emilee?” I stare at her with shock written across my face.

“Pissing, Parker. What does it look like?”

“You could have asked me to leave.”

“I’m not embarrassed to pee in front of you,” she says. Grabbing the cloth from my hands, she cleans herself, washes it out, and throws it in the hamper. After washing her hands, she pulls my face to hers, bringing me in for a kiss. I wrap my arms around her. She constantly surprises me. Pulling back, she adds, “Plus, if I can’t piss in front of the man I love, the rest of my life will be difficult.” My heart skips a beat before taking off, and a grin spreads.

I know she loves me, but hearing those words come out of her mouth knocks me off my feet. Pulling her into me closer, I kiss her with everything I have. I’m out of breath again and ready for round two when she pulls her lips from mine. “I love you, Parker West.”

Sighing, I lean my forehead against hers. “Say it again,” I beg

Laughing, she tells me again, “I love you.”

“I love you more, Emilee Hill.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I swear I’m in the right place. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I recheck the directions for what feels like the twentieth time. According to Google Maps, the dark, kind of scary, and definitely empty field in front of me is where Parker said he would meet me. Turning the truck off, I debate whether or not to get out of the cab, where I’m safe, and venture out there where I could possibly be eaten by something. Pulling up my most recent calls, I hit Parker’s name, filling the cab with ringing.

“Yes, Butterfly?” He’s smiling. I can fucking hear his smile through the phone.

“Parker West, you have been sending me on a wild goose chase all day, and now you’ve sent me to an empty field. Where are you?” I demand. Even though he isn’t here, my hands land on my hips out of habit.

His laugh is loud, making me pull the aux cord out of my phone, and instantly the cab goes silent. Putting the phone up to my ear, I scold, “Don’t you dare fucking laugh at me. I’m going home and locking my window. Good luck getting in tonight, asshole. I guess it will just be you and your right hand. At least I have something other than my hand to help me.” Reaching forward, I turn the key, start the truck, and throw my phone on the seat beside me. “Stupid fucking tears,” I say as I wipe furiously as they roll down my face.

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