Page 91 of Renascence
“Fuck, Emily. Get your ass back here.” I grab my hard dick, adjusting it to ease the ache.
“Dinner. Everyone’s waiting for us.”
I free my dick from my jeans, stroking it as I approach her. Her eyes drop to my crotch, tongue sliding over her lower lip.
“Do I look like I care?” She backs into the wall, pressing her thighs together. “You want this, Emily. You want me to fuck you against that wall, hammer into you to make up for the time you were away.”
“Venom….”
“Did you dream about me?” I cage her in with my arms, planting my palms on either side of her. “Did you wake up wet and horny? Did you come in your sleep?”
“Um… maybe once.”
“Once?” I unbutton her jeans, lazily tracing a line across her stomach. Her eyes close, body trembling.
Undoing the top buttons on her shirt, I push the sides apart, tugging one cup of her bra down to release a breast. Her luscious flesh pops out, pink nipple hard and jutting out. Reaching for me. I tease it gently with my index finger, smiling in triumph at her moan.
“Okay… maybe more than once.”
I lean forward, leisurely licking her nipple. Her fingers curl in my hair, pulling hard when I suck on it. Getting her jeans out of the way, I wrangle them down her hips with swift jerks.
“Venom….” She whimpers, holding me tight to her breast. “Fuck, I missed you.”
I slide my tongue over her sternum and up her neck, stepping to the side so my dick rests on her thigh. I dip my hand into her panties to slowly circle her clit. She’s wet, the crotch of her panties soaked through. Her hips roll against my fingers, head falling back on the wall. I want her crazy for me. So crazy she’ll beg me to fuck her.
“Need you to come, darlin’,” I whisper against her ear.
“I want to, but not now,” she says on a series of whimpers.
“What’s wrong with now?”
“If you behave… we can add our third tonight.”
I pull back, still stroking her lips as I ask, “Tonight?”
“Merry… Oh!” She shivers. “Christmas.”
“Your fantasy, darlin’, so I think that’s my line.”
She grips my dick, fisting it as she holds my stare. “She can touch you, you can touch her, but this?” She squeezes my dick, making me groan. “This is mine.”
“Fuck, Emily.”
Her boldness grows with each passing day. I can’t believe this is the same woman who wouldn’t even meet my eyes when I gave her a compliment.
“Deal?”
“Deal,” I agree, slowly and deliberately sucking her sweet juices from my fingers while she watches in awe.
Flustered, Emily begins fixing her clothes, and I reluctantly tuck my dick back in my jeans. Oh, she’s going to pay for this later. Right after I punish her for disappearing and depriving me of her vise-grip pussy.
We head to the bar, and I wonder if anyone can see I’m walking funny. Neglected hard-ons are no joke. I set Emily up in a spot close to the other old ladies, telling her to stay put while I grab us something to eat. The bar top has been converted into a makeshift buffet table, covered end to end with food. Chopper and Nita went all out this year. I spot Marisol, pulling her aside to make sure she doesn’t make any plans with another brother tonight.
“Hey, we’re a go for tonight.”
Her blue eyes light up. “Awesome. Been a while since I had a ménage.”
“Listen, tonight is about Emily. You concentrate on her, make her feel good.”
