Dirty Little Promise (Forbidden Desires #2)

“Don’t,” I warned, my voice a harsh pant. “I want to be inside you when you come.” Withdrawing my finger, I leaned down to press a chaste kiss against her swollen little clit.

Emma shuddered beneath me, letting out a groan. “Need you now,” she whispered.

Drawing up so I was on my knees before her, I aligned my swollen, needy cock with that beautiful place between her legs. Parting her puffy lips with the head of my cock, I worked myself back and forth over her wet pussy.

In a breathy voice, she asked, “Condom?”

We locked eyes, and for a moment, time stopped.

“I want to feel you,” I whispered, my voice uneven.

The look in her eyes confirmed her trust in me. She knew I’d never put her at risk, and she was right about that. I was clean, and I also knew from spying them in her toiletry bag in her suite in Florida that she took birth control pills, so that wasn’t an issue either.

For a moment, she didn’t say anything, and I wondered if Emma assumed, rather incorrectly, that I’d slept with the escorts I employed. That wasn’t the case. Since I didn’t want to get tangled up with a woman who couldn’t handle my dark desires, I’d chosen to remain mostly celibate, only straying when my body couldn’t take the pressure any longer.

“Yes,” she finally whispered.

My mouth attacked hers again in a rush of hungry kisses. Without further invitation, I pressed forward, invading her inch by delicious inch. She was so hot, so perfect, I let out a groan, and she sucked in a ragged breath, taking a moment to accommodate my size.

Resting my forehead against hers, I kissed her parted lips. “So perfect.”

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered.

“You sure?”

Emma bit her lower lip, her front teeth sinking into the plump flesh. “I want it. All of it.”

It was all the invitation I needed.

I held her hips, slamming home again and again, not slowing, not showing any mercy. She felt like heaven, and I couldn’t even be bothered with the fact that she’d likely have fingertip bruises tomorrow where I gripped her.

Goose bumps peppered her creamy flesh as she murmured, “Don’t stop,” somehow reading my mind. “There. Right there,” she said on a groan.

She was built for me . . .

So wet.

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So giving.

So mine.

Letting me take everything I wanted, and still, she whimpered for more.

With her pulse jumping in her throat, Emma cried out my name.

My jaw flexed. I wanted to memorize this moment. I wanted to devour every jagged breath, every quavering word she whispered. Her cries were like a litany of prayers, and I wanted to grant her each one.

The universe shrank to just this moment—just her and me and the needy sounds of our bodies. I felt unworthy of her trust and devotion, but wanted them all the same.

Emma moaned. “Can I touch you now, sir?”

“Thank you for asking so nicely, but no,” I grunted out. “Stay just like you are.”

Intoxicated by her, I kissed every inch of skin I could reach, nibbling her delicate collarbone, licking the spot on her neck where her pulse rioted.

Grinding desperately against me now, Emma murmured my name over and over. She was crazed with want, and I fed on her, loving everything about this moment.

She was perfection.

Palming her round ass, I rocked into her harder, taking what was mine. Again. And again.

I wanted to do more than dominate her, wanted so much more. I wanted to take her to the theatre, to take her to brunch, fuck, I even wanted to meet her parents. Of course, I also wanted to fuck her six ways from Sunday. And my obedient little pet wanted to give me all of that too. Recalling how she’d asked if she’d become my submissive, I inwardly chuckled. No, she was so much more.

Her needy murmurs spurred me on and I pumped harder, lifting her thigh and securing it around my hip so I could press in even deeper.

“Gavin,” she cried. “I’m going to come soon.”

Taking her bare, feeling her milk my cock, it was everything. I wouldn’t last much longer either.

“You don’t have to ask, pet.” I angled my hips, hitting that blissful place inside her repeatedly in a punishing rhythm. “Get it, baby girl.”

That was her undoing. Emma writhed and bucked beneath me, her body tightening around me to the point of pain.

Tilting her face up to mine, I took her lips. “I love watching you come for me, pet.”

My cock jerked and without warning, I began to ejaculate—hot and deep within her.

We came together in a hot, sticky rush. My climax was hard and fast, so powerful it made me dizzy. Emma trembled in my arms, crying out my name one last time as I filled her.

Afterward, I moved from the bed and retrieved a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean her of the mess I’d made between her legs. I loved seeing her marked with my ejaculate, but I lovingly wiped away each and every trace from her skin.

Emma rolled onto her side, and I tucked her beneath the blankets, lying down beside her. We didn’t speak, but we didn’t have to.

This was just the beginning. She’d chosen me, understood my needs.

Now nothing would stop me from making her mine.