Emily's POV
He pulled away abruptly and I opened my eyes to meet his intense gaze.
“You gonna keep staring, or are you gonna do something?” he drawled, his voice thick with promise. My breath hitched as I felt the first spark of heat pooling low in my belly, spreading like wildfire.
“Depends,” I shot back, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to sound cool. “You gonna make it worth my while?”
“Don’t fucking tempt me,” he growled, his voice rough enough to send shivers down my spine. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles on my thigh, inching higher with every pass until I was squirming under his touch. “You think you can handle me?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer before his lips crashed into mine, hard and demanding, his tongue slipping past my lips like he owned them. And fuck, maybe he did. His hand slid up my thigh, over my bare hip, his calloused fingers brushing against my damp skin.
I gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip before pulling away just enough to murmur, “You’re so fucking wet already, aren’t you?”
I didn’t deny it. I was soaked, and my hips had started rocking against his hand of their own accord. He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against my neck as he trailed kisses down my jawline, his teeth grazing over my pulse point.
“Good girl,” he purred, the words sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
“Adam—” I started, but he cut me off with another bruising kiss, his free hand tangling in my hair to hold me in place.
“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered against my lips. “You don’t get to talk right now.”
And then his fingers were slipping between my thighs, brushing against my slick folds, and I whimpered as he circled my clit with agonizing slowness. He pulled away just long enough to smirk at me, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he watched me fall apart beneath him.
“You’re mine now,” he snarled, his voice dripping with dominance as he slid a finger inside me, curling it just right to make me see stars.
My mouth fell open, a soft gasp unspoken, a silent scream teetering on the edge of my lips. But before I could even fucking think, his mouth crashed into mine—hot, desperate, and demanding.
His lips were fucking relentless, soft at first, teasing me with the faintest brush, then hard and insistent, like he owned me already. His tongue swept into my mouth, wet and hungry, fucking my mouth with a rhythm that made my knees buckle.
My arms slithered around his neck like they were on autopilot, pulling him closer, tighter, until our bodies were pressed together like we were trying to merge into one fucking being. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock straining against me, throbbing against my thigh, and fuck, it made my pussy clench with need.
Part of me wanted to yank away, to scream that this was wrong, that I barely knew this guy, that this was just some fucked-up rebound bullshit. But the other part that was dripping wet and throbbing with lust was roaring, “Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!”
Our mouths moved together like we’d been fucking like this for years, our tongues tangling in a filthy dance that left me breathless. His hands roamed my body like he was mapping every inch of me—first tracing the curve of my spine, then sliding lower, gripping my ass with a possessive squeeze that made me moan into his mouth. I arched into him, grinding against his cock, feeling every hard muscle of his body shift under my touch.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks that I’d feel for days. His breath was hot against my ear as he growled,
“You’re fucking mine tonight,” and Jesus Christ, it made my pussy pulse with anticipation. His hands slid up my torso, rough and urgent, and I whimpered as his fingers found my nipples, pinching and rolling them until they were hard little peaks.
I reached between us, desperate to feel his cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy—fuck, anywhere he wanted to put it. He was hard as steel, and I could already imagine the way he’d stretch me open, the way he’d fuck me raw until I was screaming his name.
He dropped to his knees, his breath hot against my bare pussy, and I nearly came just from the way he looked at me, like I was a fucking feast and he was starving. His tongue flicked out, teasing my clit with slow, deliberate strokes that made me shiver.
Then he dove in, fucking me with his tongue like it was his goddamn mission to make me lose my mind. I grabbed fistfuls of his hair, grinding against his face as he slurped and sucked at my soaked cunt. The wet, filthy sounds of his tongue working me over filled the room, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my legs trembling as he brought me to the edge. “Please—I need your cock.” He stood up, his eyes dark with lust.
He grabbed my hips, lifting me up and slamming me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning as he lined himself up and thrust into me in one brutal stroke.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, his cock stretching me so fucking wide I could feel every vein, every inch of him. He fucked me against the wall with rough, animalistic thrusts that had me clawing at his back for balance.
Our bodies slapped together with wet, obscene sounds, and I could feel every jolt of pleasure radiating through my body. He was hitting that sweet spot deep inside me with every stroke, and I could feel myself building toward an earth-shattering orgasm.
“Cum for me,” he growled, slamming into me harder, faster. And just like that, I was screaming his name, my pussy clenching around his cock as I came so hard I saw stars.