Page 14 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“Well, fuck.”
“No doubt, brother,” I agree. “Something is up for sure. I just don’t know what.” My mind is going into a million directions. “Are you done there? I need to get into these cameras at her house. But I have to talk to her first.”
“I’m on my way,” Sully assures me. “I’ll get going on that while you two talk. Maybe she has any helpful information for us, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I hang up with a heavy heart. I have a bad feeling about everything that’s happening. I wish I could call Wrecker and talk it over with him. He would know better what to do here. But he’s busy with his woman. And now a baby. Or a baby on the way rather.
I let out a sigh of relief when I am in my driveway and see Emily’s car parked right where it should be. Where it was earlier before she took it upon herself to take off to parts unknown.
I wave at Malone, who positions himself in front of the door, and run upstairs to my bedroom. I don’t bother with knocking, just slam the door open, letting it bang against the wall. When it bounces back to me, I grab it and slam it shut.
“Puck,” Emily rushes from the bathroom.
I just stare at her for the longest minute of my life. I take her in, making sure she’s not hurt, physically, psychologically, in any other way.
“Are you okay?” I finally manage to spit out. I am so angry, I can’t see straight.
“I am,” she whispers, looking like she’s close to tears. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I…”
I dive my hands into her hair and slam her body against mine at the same time that I bend over and take her mouth into a scorching kiss. I force her mouth open, nipping at her lips, biting harder when she doesn’t open as fast as I want her to.
“Puck,” she gasps for air, but I shut her right back up when I shove my tongue inside her mouth and inhale everything that is her.
I growl when her hands come to the bottom of my shirt, then pulls it up. I let go of her just enough pull it over my head. She has a bathrobe on, so getting her naked is no work at all. I rip it open and off her, then walk her to the bed where I push her forcefully.
We are both breathing hard, staring at each other, and I know that I can’t have any sort of conversation with her until I fuck her. Hard. She is the drug I need in this moment and always. I want to get high on her for the rest of my life.
My hands go to her tits. They seem fuller somehow, I can’t quite put my finger on it. I fondle them, pushing them together, dropping my mouth to one nipple, then the other, sucking hard and enjoying the painful yelp she lets out when I sink my teeth into her skin.
“Puck.”
She sounds distraught, but I can’t be bothered. I need to get this out of the way. I need to feel her all around me. I need to know she’s here, that she’s alive.
That we’re okay.
I lick my way to her pussy while my hand goes to the button of my jeans. I struggle with the zipper just as my mouth is hovering over her, feeling the heat of her most intimate place.
The zipper finally lets out, and my mouth drops to her pussy. I shove my tongue inside her wetness, slurping it all up. I spread her legs wider, then bring my fingers to her opening, taking all her juices and spreading down, then to the back. Without warning, I shove my finger inside her ass just as my thumb is in her pussy.
“Puck,” she screams and grabs me by the hair, feeling like she’s trying to push me off her. No chance
I rob my thumb and finger together with her tissue in between, creating friction and refusing to stop. My mouth latches onto her clit, and I suck.
I can feel it when she is getting closer to coming. I can tell that it’s going to be big. It will shatter her, and just for one second, I debate whether I should shove my cock inside her, to feel her squeezing me tight when she comes. But the taste of her on my tongue is too hard to resist, so I keep on going.
“Puck,” she screams again. “Puck,” she cries now, sobs wrecking her body at the same time that the orgasm takes over. She is squeezing my fingers so hard, in both holes, I almost don’t know where to focus more. In the end, I settle on her clit, which in turn makes her scream louder.
I don’t give her time to recover. Instead, I pull my fingers out, wipe them on the sheet, then crawl myself over her. I press the tip of my cock right against her opening, staring at her face, relishing in every tear she sheds for me.
“Look at me,” I growl at her when she doesn’t meet my eyes. “Fuckin’ look at me,” I repeat, forcefully this time, right as I slide into her, all the way to the root.
“Puck,” she whimpers, more tears running down her face.
“I fuckin’ love you,” I rage into to her face as I fuck her into the mattress. “Don’t.” I pull out, then push in with so much force, her head hits the headboard. “Ever.” I do it again. “Run away.” And again. “From me.” And again.
I pull and push, and feel myself getting bigger the more I do it. I love the way she squeezes me, and I get a sudden vision of doing this very thing but inside her ass.
