Page 31 of Wedded to a Wayne

“Rub your clit, baby,” I order harshly as my hips start pumping faster. Just enough. Hold back. Not yet. “I want to see it again. Help me get you there this first time.”

With a whimper she does as I ask, her fingers shaking until she picks up on my rhythm.

I can feel the wetness increasing around my cock, making it easier for me to move. God, she feels so damn good. “That’s right. Oh, that’s just right.”

“I’m close.”

Thank you, Jesus.

“There won’t be any going back after this.” The slap of our flesh is loud and unmistakable now as I start to loosen the reins on my control. “Once I feel that sweet pussy coming around me, I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to do it again and again until your body knows mine in the dark. Every night. All night. In this bed and inside you whenever I get the chance. You’ll give me all the chances, won’t you, sweetheart. I can feel how much you love this.”

“Yes.” She’s sucking on her lip, her tits bouncing with every hard pump of my hips. “Yes, Emerson. All of them. I love it.”

Love me.

I’m not sure where the thought comes from but I push it to the side, focusing instead on the beauty beneath me, the angel who gets dirty, only for me. Jesus, I’m not going to last.

“Oh. Emerson, I think—” Her words cut off as her orgasm hits her fast, her whole body clenching and tightening around me. Her pussy squeezes me so tight I grunt at the painful pleasure.

“Yes. Yes, baby, let me feel it.” My hand lands on the mattress beside her shoulder, the other still gripping her leg, practically bending her in half as I race to the finish. “You’re sucking it right out of me. So tight, but you’re taking everything, aren’t you? Need to give it to you.”

Lightning. I feel the fiery bolt pierce my spine, sparks shooting along every nerve in my body. I’m blinded by it, but I can still feel the hot blaze of my release as I let go inside her.

Take it. Take all of it. Take me. Love me.

When I come back to myself, I force my hips to stop grinding her into the bed, lowering her leg to my hip, and she sighs gratefully.

I inhale her scent and nuzzle her neck, shifting my weight to her side so my body doesn’t collapse on hers in utter satisfaction.

That’s what I’m feeling. The kind I’ve heard about, read about, but never truly experienced until now.

I cup her sex with my hand and she twitches beside me, still sensitive. “Shh, baby. I just wanted to cuddle.”

When I feel my come leaking out of her onto my fingers, I can’t keep my smile in check.

She must be looking at me, because her breathless laugh is one of disbelief. “Neanderthal.”

“They were sweethearts compared to me,” I say, my grip tightening slightly on her mound. “When it comes to you, Tanisha, I can’t seem to help myself.”

When she doesn’t respond, I ask, “Was I too rough?”

She kisses my cheek. “You were exactly right, Emerson. I feel wonderful. Even the parts of me that didn’t know they could twist that way feel wonderful. It’s like that time I had too much champagne for New Year’s. I’m all floaty.”

She’s saying all the right things, but I know I wasn’t as careful with her as I should have been. “I think what we need now is a shower.”

“Are you sure? We could just lie really still and cuddle until we’re sure.”

My chuckle is pure masculine pride. “Shower.”

I roll off the bed and scoop her up in my arms before she can protest again.

She clings to me, looking uncertain. “You know I have a chair in there. And you’re a big guy.”

“We have a big shower, baby. We’ll make room.”

And there are a lot of creative ways to take her in a chair. I’ll show her as soon as I have a minute to recover.

Maybe two.

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