I flick her clit, swirling my tongue around the bud once, and then again before sucking it into my mouth. Hard.
Her back bows from the rug, her hips bucking against my mouth as I slide a finger inside of her, hooking it up to hit the spot that has her writhing. She’s tight and warm, clenching around my fingers as I fuck her.
The sound of me eating her pussy like a starved man, combined with the sloppy sounds of her pussy taking my fingers, fills the room. It’s dirty and unhinged, but fuck, that’s exactly how I feel about her right now.
That’s exactly what this is.
“Oh God, Jackson…” she pants, and my cock pulses at how fucking good it sounds to hear my name on her lips. For her to say my name in pleasure instead of with animosity.
I want to hear it over and fucking over again, echoing on the walls of my house as I sink my cock into her and fuck the shit out of her.
I’ve barely started, and she’s already close, her walls tightening around my fingers.
“Come, Emma. On my tongue,” I command, loving the way she tugs harder on my hair when I suck her clit into my mouth, then add another finger inside of her, stroking her G-spot. “Soak my face, Snowflake.”
The nickname that she hates so much is what finally sends her over the edge, that and the bite to her thigh that has her legs snapping closed around my head. Her back arches, a flood of wetness coating my tongue.
I lap at her pussy as she writhes, the orgasm rocking through her, making her entire body tense until she’s sensitive and pushing me away.
With one last gentle press of my lips to her clit, I climb up her body, caging her in with a smug grin on my lips. I bring my fingers to my mouth, holding her gaze as I suck them clean, savoring the taste of her. “Your pussy sure doesn’t hate me, Emmie, because you just came all over my face.”
“Don’t say another word,” she says, leveling her gaze on me. “Not a single word, Pearce.”
My brow arches. “Back to last names, are we?”
Even in the dim light of the fire, I can see her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen from my kisses. The sight of her freshly orgasmed is almost as sexy as the creamy skin of her inner thighs, which are now scratched and red from my beard brushing against them as I ate her pussy. As she practically rode my face.
It causes something primal to stir inside of me, an unfamiliar feeling of possessiveness rising to the surface. I want to mark her everywhere. Not just her thighs.
Her ass, her pussy. I want to paint her with my cum.
I feel her hand brush along my jean-clad cock, and I hiss in response, my gaze lingering on hers.
“One night,” she repeats our words from earlier, squeezing my length through the thick fabric. She toys with the button, popping it free, then lowering my zipper slowly.
Leaning forward, I capture her lips, swallowing her whimper as we work together to unbutton my shirt. When it takes longer than anticipated, she lets out a frustrated huff against my mouth.
I chuckle, then reach behind me and pull it off at the neck. Before I can even toss it to the side, her hands are on me, roaming over the expanse of my chest, to my abs, and lower to where my pants hang open.
“God, of course you’d be built like some… Greek god.” It sounds like a compliment, but I’m pretty sure she means it as an insult.
“What were you expecting, Snowflake?” I murmur, pushing the jeans down my hips until they’re off and out of the way.
She rolls her lips between her teeth before speaking. “Not this.”
“A shame.” I smirk, hovering back over her. “Sorry to exceed your expectations.”
My fingers trail along her outer thigh, and she shivers in response. All that’s left between us is the thin fabric of my boxer briefs, and I couldn’t hide my stiff, aching cock if I fucking tried. Not with how badly I want to fuck her, how badly I want to see her break apart beneath me.
Her fingers dip into the waistband of my boxer briefs, and she tugs at them until they’re over my hips so the head of my cock peeks from the top, a bead of precum seeping from the slit.
I watch as her expression turns hungry, her eyes becoming hazy and unfocused as she swallows thickly. Then she surprises me by pulling me toward her, moving her lips over mine, teasing the seam of my mouth until I open and she’s sucking on my tongue like she’s as desperate as I am.
I quickly push my boxers the rest of the way down, my cock bobbing free against my stomach, and she pulls back, her gaze dropping between us.
“Jesus,” she murmurs as she rises from the floor and then pushes me onto the rug and straddles me. “I want you.”
“Feeling’s mutual,” I muse.
She moves over me until my cock brushes against her warm, soaked center, and we both groan in unison at the sensation. Placing her hands on my chest, she squirms in my lap, slicking my cock with her wetness.
I suck in a breath as her nails bite into my skin, her hips writhing over my cock, a soft moan leaving her lips each time the head of my cock brushes her throbbing clit.
“You want to use me to come, Snowflake?”
She nods, still circling her hips and dragging her clit along my cock. Judging by how flushed her cheeks are, the way her lips are parted, and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, she’s already close again.
As badly as I want to be inside her, I want to watch her bring herself to orgasm, wildly gliding her pussy on my dick. Something that will undoubtedly live in my head rent fucking free.
My hands fly to her hips, and I guide her on my cock, licking my lips as I watch her drop her head back. She brings her hand to her nipple, rolling it between her fingers and giving it a rough yank. A second later, she’s shattering, her legs shaking as she comes. I can feel the gush of liquid on my cock, and my balls fucking ache to release inside of her. She’s still trembling from her orgasm as I line my cock up with her entrance and slowly sink her down on me an inch.
“Fuck. Emma, a condom.”
We both freeze. I can’t believe I got so caught up in the moment I didn’t even pause to think about it. That’s never happened before.
“I’m on birth control, and I was just tested. I want to feel you bare,” she breathes, sinking down an inch further. “If… you want.” She’s sucking her lip into her mouth, a wanton look in her eyes, and we both know that there’s no stopping this.
There’s nothing in this fucking world I want more than pumping her full of my cum, to feel her wet pussy clamping down on my cock as she comes.
“Same,” I grunt and grab her hips, thrusting into her and burying myself to the hilt all at once.
“God… Jackson, I’m so full,” she pants, rocking her hips back and forth so her clit brushes against the base of me. “I’ve never felt so… stretched.”
She’s going to make me come in thirty goddamn seconds if she keeps talking like this. I’ve never been inside a woman bare. It’s taking every bit of self-restraint I have not to rut into her and pump her so full of cum that she’ll think of me for days after. My muscles shake with the strain to hold myself back.
“Stop moving,” I groan. “Give me a second, woman.”
She giggles, a sound I never thought I’d hear from Emma. It makes sense that it’s at my expense, and thankfully, she complies, holding still briefly.