legs back over his, widening them further, then cupped a palm possessively
over her pussy. “You’re so fucking hot, Em,” he whispered.
“Mmm.” She found her
hand entangled in his hair behind her head. She wanted to drag him closer. She
wanted to climb on him and ride him.
His wet fingers
circled her clit, round and round, hypnotizing and so stimulating all she could
do was grind her ass against his cock. He drew forth erotic sensations so
powerful she thought she might beg him for sex.
He slid one finger inside,
then slowly drew it in and out.
She cried out at the
amazing sensations. Oh, why couldn’t that be his cock? “Please,” she gasped.
He moaned in her ear.
“You feel so damn good, Em. Wet, hot, tight.”
Her hips moved,
thrusting and riding his finger.
“Mmm. More,” she
begged.
His finger inside her
felt larger, then she realized he’d inserted two. He slid them in and out, her
moisture making everything incredibly slick. That gentle stretching sensation
made her imagine his cock. Sudden tingles spiraled through her, taunting her
with orgasm. The feeling hovered as if waiting for him.
“Oh my god,” she
gasped, arching further.
“Yeah, that’s good.
Come for me, Em,” he urged, his breath burning against her ear. “Squeeze my fingers.”
His thrusting finger
movements made her crave something much larger. His cock would feel divine
right now. She moaned, widening her legs for him.
He circled her
swollen clit again, then plunged his fingers deep to stroke and tease her
G-spot. "Oh hell, yeah. I want to make you come," he whispered, his
insistent tone matching his relentless and erotic finger movements.
An orgasm smashed
into her, the overwhelming pleasure engulfing her, sucking her under and
drowning her in a sea of delicious sensations. Her body bucked against him but
he held her tightly in place, forcing her to endure every last ounce of
pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She had never experienced such a
powerful orgasm. And to think, Nick had caused it so quickly with only his
fingers. What kind of massive orgasm would his cock give her?
As the exhilaration
ebbed, she craved more. It couldn’t end so soon. Reaching a hand back, she
encountered a sheet between her and his erection. But damn, he was hard as
marble. Needing him now, she squeezed his cock.
“Hell,” he muttered,
along with a string of curses, and shoved himself from the bed. A moment later
the bathroom door slammed.
A shock went through
her, yanking her from the languid, orgasm-induced euphoria. What just happened?
She hadn’t even caught her breath from the best orgasm of her life, and he
didn’t want to follow the next logical step. What was going on with him?
Not that she thought
it was the smartest thing to have a fling with her ex’s brother. No, that would
be stupid. He was a womanizer exactly like Jared. Probably worse. She should be
grateful he’d left her lying in bed alone. But she wasn’t.
She felt thoroughly
rejected.
* * * *
Nick turned on the
shower and stepped under the cold spray. The icy water chilled his overheated
skin. Hell, he had to do something before he fucked Emily senseless. He’d
thought he could control himself better than that, but he’d come close to
yanking the sheet aside and sliding between her legs. Was he insane? He
couldn’t have his brother’s ex-wife. What kind of asshole would that make him?
Besides, he was
supposed to be guarding and protecting her. If he got involved with her, he’d
lose his edge and his objectivity, putting both their lives in danger.
Still, his erection
didn’t diminish. Apparently his libido didn’t give a damn about danger or
threats.
He took his rigid,
yearning dick in his hand and squeezed. Ahh. Pleasure and longing
ricocheted through him.
“Damn,” he muttered.
When had he ever been this hard? And when had he ever wanted a woman as badly
as he wanted Emily?
Never.
He lathered his cock
with soap and stroked it,
over her pussy. “You’re so fucking hot, Em,” he whispered.
“Mmm.” She found her
hand entangled in his hair behind her head. She wanted to drag him closer. She
wanted to climb on him and ride him.
His wet fingers
circled her clit, round and round, hypnotizing and so stimulating all she could
do was grind her ass against his cock. He drew forth erotic sensations so
powerful she thought she might beg him for sex.
He slid one finger inside,
then slowly drew it in and out.
She cried out at the
amazing sensations. Oh, why couldn’t that be his cock? “Please,” she gasped.
He moaned in her ear.
“You feel so damn good, Em. Wet, hot, tight.”
Her hips moved,
thrusting and riding his finger.
“Mmm. More,” she
begged.
His finger inside her
felt larger, then she realized he’d inserted two. He slid them in and out, her
moisture making everything incredibly slick. That gentle stretching sensation
made her imagine his cock. Sudden tingles spiraled through her, taunting her
with orgasm. The feeling hovered as if waiting for him.
“Oh my god,” she
gasped, arching further.
“Yeah, that’s good.
Come for me, Em,” he urged, his breath burning against her ear. “Squeeze my fingers.”
His thrusting finger
movements made her crave something much larger. His cock would feel divine
right now. She moaned, widening her legs for him.
He circled her
swollen clit again, then plunged his fingers deep to stroke and tease her
G-spot. "Oh hell, yeah. I want to make you come," he whispered, his
insistent tone matching his relentless and erotic finger movements.
An orgasm smashed
into her, the overwhelming pleasure engulfing her, sucking her under and
drowning her in a sea of delicious sensations. Her body bucked against him but
he held her tightly in place, forcing her to endure every last ounce of
pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She had never experienced such a
powerful orgasm. And to think, Nick had caused it so quickly with only his
fingers. What kind of massive orgasm would his cock give her?
As the exhilaration
ebbed, she craved more. It couldn’t end so soon. Reaching a hand back, she
encountered a sheet between her and his erection. But damn, he was hard as
marble. Needing him now, she squeezed his cock.
“Hell,” he muttered,
along with a string of curses, and shoved himself from the bed. A moment later
the bathroom door slammed.
A shock went through
her, yanking her from the languid, orgasm-induced euphoria. What just happened?
She hadn’t even caught her breath from the best orgasm of her life, and he
didn’t want to follow the next logical step. What was going on with him?
Not that she thought
it was the smartest thing to have a fling with her ex’s brother. No, that would
be stupid. He was a womanizer exactly like Jared. Probably worse. She should be
grateful he’d left her lying in bed alone. But she wasn’t.
She felt thoroughly
rejected.
* * * *
Nick turned on the
shower and stepped under the cold spray. The icy water chilled his overheated
skin. Hell, he had to do something before he fucked Emily senseless. He’d
thought he could control himself better than that, but he’d come close to
yanking the sheet aside and sliding between her legs. Was he insane? He
couldn’t have his brother’s ex-wife. What kind of asshole would that make him?
Besides, he was
supposed to be guarding and protecting her. If he got involved with her, he’d
lose his edge and his objectivity, putting both their lives in danger.
Still, his erection
didn’t diminish. Apparently his libido didn’t give a damn about danger or
threats.
He took his rigid,
yearning dick in his hand and squeezed. Ahh. Pleasure and longing
ricocheted through him.
“Damn,” he muttered.
When had he ever been this hard? And when had he ever wanted a woman as badly
as he wanted Emily?
Never.
He lathered his cock
with soap and stroked it,
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