Page 66 of Embers in the Dark

“Baylee, come here, baby,” he says.

I crawl over to him, but instead of facing him to sit on his cock, I decide to ease down in a reverse cowgirl. He grabs my ass and squeezes as I slowly sit on him.

“Fuck, you are so damn tight,” he moans.

“Mmhmm,” is all I’m capable of saying. The moment I’m filled to the hilt, I take a minute to get used to his size. The metal ball from the piercing hits a new spot in this position and I know the second I start moving, it’s going to feel insanely different.

“Baylee, fuck, you need to move,” he tells me. I can hear him controlling his breathing through his nose.

“Hold on, you’re not small. I need a minute,” I tell him. I need a moment to adjust to his size in this position, feeling incredibly full like this. I’m wholly aware of him everywhere and I’m simply trying to get used to him hitting every single nerve inside me right now.

I finally start to move, and I swear I can feel my orgasm already start to build. Shit, this is intense.

“Fuck, Tucker, you fill me so good,” I tell him.

The more I set a rhythm, I swear I become possessed with need. I chase my orgasm in a way I’ve never done before. I have my hands on his thighs and begin pumping harder and faster. My orgasm comes over me, and I scream his name so loud, I’m convinced the whole neighborhood can hear me.

My body is spent and I doubt I can come again. But then Tucker moves me off him and puts me on my back. He brings my legs onto his shoulders and thrusts inside me. He’s so fucking deep, I scream out yet again, arching my back and grabbing onto the sheets at my side. After a few thrusts, I’m already feeling like I’m on the brink of another impending climax.

“Give me another, Baylee.” He’s clenching his teeth, holding back from letting go. I can see beads of sweat on his forehead.

My breasts are bouncing, and I move my hands onto them to pinch my sensitive nipples. With the way he’s thrusting into me at this punishing pace, the headboard is hitting the wall, along with the slapping of our skin and our moans bouncing off the walls is creating a symphony of sound. It’s so fucking hot, it doesn’t take much more for me to fall off that cliff again.

The moment I orgasm, Tucker’s thrusts start to intensify, becoming more erratic. His moans are primal and I won’t even lie—it’s fucking hot to know I’m pulling these sounds out of him. He’s moaning my name and telling me how tight I am, along with how much he can’t get enough of my pussy. It’s addicting to hear him worship my body like this and I’ll never get enough of it.

Once we come down from the high, we’re both panting beside each other on the bed.

“That was fucking incredible,” I tell him.

“I know. The ladies say I have a magical cock.” He winks.

I grab my pillow and throw it at his head as his laughter fills my room.

CHAPTER 21

Tucker

“Things are getting prettyserious with little Baylee Rios then?” Eric looks in the mirror at his reflection after the barber trims his beard a bit shorter.

“Please don’t refer to her like that. It’s creepy man,” I say.

He smirks as he looks through the mirror at me. “I love fucking with you. Come on, you didn’t think I was just going to let this slide?”

“You’re such a dick,” I say to him. Then I swing my gaze over to Franko, the barber, and say, “Maybe you should just shave everything off. I bet Brit would love that.”

“Don’t you dare. She had explicit instructions to keep this nicely trimmed.” My brother rubs his ginger beard that looks too similar to mine.

“It doesn’t matter, you’ll never compare to this handsome specimen,” I say as I stand behind him and do my own appraisal in the mirror.

“Fuck off, Tucky,” my brother says.

“God, I hate that nickname.” I roll my eyes.

“I know, that’s why I used it.” He laughs as he gets up from the chair and shakes Franko’s hand.

We make our way out of the shop and walk to the caroutside. I can’t believe Eric’s getting married tomorrow. It feels surreal, although he's been wanting to marry Brittany for so long. They met back in undergrad, broke up for a year in the middle but ended up coming back together. My brother took his time proposing, mostly because he wanted it to be the right time with law school taking up most of his time and energy.

He’s finally in a place he feels ready to start this phase of life. Now that our mom is sick, he feels like he’s on the clock in many ways. Since our chat where he confessed that he felt like she wouldn’t be there during the biggest moments in the future, I can’t keep those thoughts from creeping into my mind too. I look at him and it’s hard not to feel a pang of envy with the realization our mother will be present for him this weekend, whereas I still have so much up in the air. One of the women I love most in my life will likely not be by my side for so many future milestones and it’s hard to wrap my mind around that.

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