CHAPTER 9

EMERY

I wasn’t going to last. As much as I tried to fight it, I knew the orgasm building in my balls was coming, whether I liked it or not.

And Estelle wasn’t helping the situation.

She wanted to push me over the edge. Wanted to make me lose control. It made me want to fuck her harder, but if I sped up I’d definitely be done for.

Peppering kisses along my jaw, she latched onto my neck and sucked at my pulse point. Chills and heat simultaneously raced through my veins.

She rocked her hips in time with mine, and her pussy squeezed my dick every time I retreated from her body, like it was trying to suck me back in.

It felt so fucking good.

I tried to think about un-sexy things: cleaning litter boxes, Steve’s recent freak out over a virtual fortune cookie, the latest men’s fashion craze known as the romper.

It was no use. Estelle bit down on my earlobe, bringing me back to the moment.

Against my own will, my hips bucked faster. Estelle spread her thighs wider, welcoming me into her body, even though I could tell it was hurting her.

I knew my dick was above average in size, but hearing her say it turned me on. One of the things I liked most about Estelle was her blunt way of speaking.

But right now I needed her to stop talking about my ‘massive rod of steel’ so I could last long enough to make her come again.

I kissed her, pouring all of my unexpected feelings into the hard press of my lips. Without slowing my pace, I circled her clit with my thumb.

“Mmm,” she moaned into my mouth. “Touch me there. So close.”

“That’s it. Come on my cock,” I panted as her inner muscles began pulsing around me.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please, please. Oh my God. I’m gonna—”

Throwing her head back, she didn’t finish the sentence. Feeling her pussy squeeze my dick, watching her face contort with ecstasy, hearing her call out a string of profanities—it was the best moment of my life.

There.

There was that unadulterated happiness I’d almost forgotten about. Making Estelle come was my new favorite hobby.

And now it was my turn.

Spreading her legs wide, I drove hard, rooting myself as deep inside her. I didn’t think it was possible to come harder than I did the night before in the RV. But I was wrong. So very wrong.

Tingling started in my spine, my balls drew up tight, my abs clenched. I felt something powerful building as I quickened my pace. Shudders wracked my body, and I tightly gripped Estelle’s thigh, anchoring her to the bed. Or maybe I was the one who needed the anchor, because it felt like my entire body was going to implode.

Pieces of me were going to shatter, splinter, and break. And I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to be the same.

Raking her nails down my shoulder blades, Estelle cried out as my cock swelled inside her. I could tell she was going to leave marks.

I liked it.

The sharp sting pushed me over the edge and I buried my face in her neck, groaning as my dick pulsed, filling the condom with cum.

I thrusted deep two more times, breathing in the scent of her sweat combined with jasmine and honey.

For a second, I feared I would always associate this feeling with that smell. That, for the rest of my life, I’d never be able to come again without thinking about Estelle.

“Goddamn,” I gasped as the orgasm ebbed away, but I didn’t pull out yet. I wanted to stay inside her for as long as she’d let me.

She breathed out a satisfied moan and I lifted my head to find a small smile on her face. Eyes closed, features relaxed.

I kissed her slowly—first her top lip, then her bottom lip, then her whole pouty mouth. The flesh was puffy and pink from our aggressive kisses and the scruff on my jaw.

“Goddamn, Estelle,” I said again, my lips brushing against hers with every syllable. Resting my forehead on hers, I tried to control my ragged breathing. “I think you might’ve just ruined me.”

She laughed lightly, but I wasn’t joking.

Our physical connection was intense, but it was the emotional thread between us that scared me the most. I’d only known Estelle for a couple days, but I already felt like I knew her. She was so open. When I looked into her eyes, she didn’t hide anything. Didn’t hold anything back.

She let me see her—all of her. I was such a lucky motherfucker.

Having the lights on was an uncommon request for a woman. Bold, just like Estelle. I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity while I had the chance.

After leaning over the bed to dispose of the condom in a nearby trashcan, I rolled Estelle onto her side. “Let’s get this dress off.”

I unhooked the clasp at the nape of her neck, before undoing three little black buttons. Sliding the fabric down her left arm, I kissed her shoulder—the one without the tattoo. I wanted to turn her all the way over so I could study the art on her back, but the material fell open in the front, revealing her perfect breast.

Estelle shrugged her arm out of the dress, and a breath whooshed out of me at the sight of her creamy skin. Her nipple was hard and rosy. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking on it.

Starting at her hipbone, I trailed a finger up her side, bumping over her ribs, then tracing the underside of her tit.

Goosebumps pebbled her skin, the bright light from the ceiling fan above spotlighting everything from the hitch of her breath to the four freckles on her collarbone.

I didn’t stop there. I continued my path down her spine until I reached the curve of her ass. She shivered, and I pulled the covers up around us.

Turning her head, Estelle speared me with those big eyes. “I don’t want tonight to be over yet. I don’t want to stop.”

“Neither do I,” I responded before nipping at her neck. “But I’m gonna have to go to the RV to get another condom.”

“Get two,” she demanded, making me chuckle.

“Okay, I’ll get two.”

But before I left, I needed to do something. I pushed Estelle onto her back and sucked one of her stiff peaks into my mouth. My tongue circled her nipple. She moaned, arching up, offering more of herself.

“Emery,” she panted. “Hurry.”

Scrambling to get her other arm out of the dress, she sat up and gave me an irresistible view of both tits as she wriggled it down over her hips.

The thought of seeing her completely naked was all the motivation I needed.

After delivering a swift kiss to her lips, I said, “I’ll be right back. Less than three minutes, I promise.”

“Make it two,” she demanded again.

“Greedy.” I grinned. “Two minutes. You can even time me.”

I almost tripped up the stairs of the RV once I got through the door, but I went full speed ahead. I hadn’t even bothered to put a shirt on and my belt still hung undone around my waist.

Not wasting any time, I went straight to the bathroom and began frantically searching the cabinet for the condoms. Rhonda was in charge of stocking everything from Advil to toilet paper. Surely safe sex was taken into consideration when making the list of necessities.

But I didn’t find any.

The bedroom was next. I dove onto the mattress and yanked the bedside drawer open. Staring back at me was an unopened box of Magnums. Thank God for Rhonda. I hadn’t asked for condoms in a long time, but she remembered the kind I preferred.

After tearing into the box, I ripped two off the long chain. Fiddling with the little square packages, I contemplated the possibilities.

I had no idea if tonight was a one-time thing. Maybe this was the last chance I’d ever get to be with Estelle. If that was the case, two more condoms wouldn’t be enough.

Feeling overly optimistic, I dropped the two back into the drawer, then grabbed the whole box instead.

I was ready for a long night.