Third Chance by Ann Mayburn, Julie Naughton Page A

to his pants. “Is that for me?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Slip just your dick out of the fly of your pants, Ryan.”
    Swallowing hard, he did as she commanded, hoping she didn’t notice the way his finger shook slightly. She got him so worked up that the level of his arousal was almost as intense as an orgasm. Over the past few weeks, Emma had shown him how amazing it could feel to submit to her and he craved that connection, that bond between them that was stronger than anything else he’d ever felt. Ryan’s cock jumped beneath her regard, then did it again as she slowly turned around on the couch until she was kneeling on the cushions with her legs parted wide and her elbows resting on the back.
    Emma’s sex was hidden from his view by her long skirt, but when she looked over her shoulder at him then bit her lower lip, she began to slowly raise it. Though his instinct was to lunge at her and sink his erection in her warmth, he forced himself to stay in place while she teased him. A heavy drop of pre-come gleamed on the tip of his engorged dick when she finally revealed her cunt to him, all wet and pink. The taste of her still lingered on his tongue and he licked his lips, torn between the desire to eat her again and fuck her senseless.
    “I want you to sink into me slowly, Ryan, just a little bit at a time.”
    His feet had him across the room before his brain even fully finished processing her request. With a low groan rumbling deep in his chest, Ryan rubbed the sensitive head of his erection between Emma’s folds, lubricating himself and winning an involuntary wiggle of the hips from Emma. He sank the first inch of himself into her grasping sheath, a hard burn settling into the base of his spine with each bit of himself that he pressed into her, each contraction of her pussy that squeezed his dick.
    Once he was seated all the way inside of her, caging her with his hands on the back of the couch over hers, Ryan pressed his lips to Emma’s temple and whispered, “Heaven.”
    “You feel so good, but I want you to take me, hard.”
    Ryan hesitated for a moment, afraid of hurting her in the grips of his lust, but she slipped her hand down between her legs, trailing a caress over his balls, then rubbing her clit. Lightning shot through his blood as she rocked back against him then his control snapped. After eating her to orgasm, the slow press into her body, and how fucking good her cunt felt wrapped around him he was already on the edge and feeling savage. He gripped her hips, pulled out until just his head stretched her, then slammed in deep.
    Emma’s scream of pleasure made Ryan snarl and he gave into his need, his mind shutting down as his body and his instincts took over. Looking down, he watched his cock sticking out from his still-buttoned pants sliding into her, then pulling back out coated in her shiny cream. Fuck yeah, he was going to make her come all over his dick, soak him in her release. With this in mind, he set up a merciless rhythm, giving Emma exactly what she needed and how she wanted it. Following her physical cues was second nature to Ryan now, and when she tilted her hips back to take him even deeper he responded by burying himself in her and grinding hard, forcing her body to clench up around him to fight what had to be the sting of his dick pressing so far into her that she screamed. The need to climax shook Ryan and he tried so hard to hold back, but the grasping suck of Emma’s sheath was stealing his willpower.
    “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted while rolling her hips in a circle. “Oh, fuck yes. Fill me up. Come for me.”
    “Emma,” he whispered before leaning down so his chest was flush to her back, then reached under and helped her rub her little nub while he moved just an inch or two out before sliding right back in.
    Emma’s body tensed beneath his, and Ryan held his breath when she bucked against him, her hiss of gratification going straight through him. She rode out her