Chapter 22
Emma
I knew the time we were spending together was supposed to be for getting to know each other better, but when his lips pressed against mine, I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t know if it was the hormones or the man or a little of both, but I climbed right up in his lap and untied my dress, letting my breasts fall forward and my intentions be known. His mouth felt so amazing sliding over my skin, and I just wanted to feel more of him. I pressed myself down in his lap as he kissed me passionately, feeling his hard cock bulging in his pants. I ground my hips against his shaft, breathing heavily into his mouth. He moaned, pulling me closer to him, pushing my hips downward as we dry humped on the floor. I could feel how wet my panties were, and I wanted him so badly, I could barely breathe. It was erotic and simple, just grinding up against each other, sending waves of ecstasy through my chest. I opened my eyes and looked at him, moving hard and fast against him.
He thrust his pelvis upward, meeting my wet mound, and I moaned, my mouth still pressed against his. His hand slipped down my side and over my thigh, rubbing against my covered pussy. He pushed his fingers around the edge of my panties and pulled them aside, sliding his thick digits down through my juices. I bit my bottom lip as he pushed forward, leaning me back and sliding two fingers inside of me. He pushed them in deep, his nose touching mine and his eyes watching me intently. I moaned loudly, keeping my gaze locked on his as he fingered me, his thumb rubbing up against my clit. I opened my mouth and gasped as he flicked the tips of his fingers inside of me before pulling back and jamming them into me again. The stare between us was intense, and it made me want to come even more.
“You like that?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I moaned in a high-pitched voice. “Fuck me harder.”
“Mmmm,” he groaned, quickening his pace. “You like it fast and hard, huh?”
“Mhmm,” I moaned.
“You want another finger?”
“Yes,” I groaned loudly, feeling him waste no time slipping a third finger inside of me.
The sound of him talking dirty to me was new, but it turned me on so badly. I ground my pussy against his hand as he finger fucked me fast and hard. His thumb pulsed against my clit, and I leaned my head back, feeling the explosion in my body. I bit my lip trying to muffle my screams as I exploded in orgasm, my juices running over his hand. He pulled his finger out and trailed them over my tits and then put them in my mouth. I sucked on them hard as he watched, growling and grabbing me under both ass cheeks. He stood up with my legs wrapped around him and walked forward, pressing my back against the wall. He held me up with one arm while he unbuckled his pants with the other. He let his pants fall the floor around his feet and reached down into his boxers, pulling out his long, hard shaft.
He rubbed the head over my clit and through my juices, pressing it against my hole. He leaned forward and kissed me, biting my bottom lip. I tried to reach for it, but he pushed my hand away, taking control. It was so fucking hot. He pushed in slowly at first before ramming up inside of me, forcing a scream from my throat. I buried my face in his shoulder as he fucked me with his big cock, slamming into me over and over as my back was pressed against the outer wall of the room. It was so hot the way his body jackhammered into me over and over again, filling me with pleasure I had never known before. I felt free and uninhibited, like anything and everything was okay. He backed up away from the wall toward the bed, still holding me around him.
As he got closer, his pants got tangled and he stumbled back, falling on the bed. I groaned, feeling myself drive even farther down his cock. He groaned and reached up, grabbing me around the waist and beginning to bounce me up and down on his cock. I screamed out, pushing up on him as his heels dug into the floor trying to keep him up on the bed. I could feel my body getting closer, the heat in my belly a furnace.
“Oh,” I groaned. “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” he growled. “I want you to come.”
“I’m so close,” I cried as he bobbed me up and down faster and faster.
“Yes, come for me, baby. Come all over my big dick.”
“I’m gonna come,” I moaned. “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“Yeah,” he moaned. “I can feel it, baby.”
I arched my chest up and threw my head back as my body exploded in ecstasy. He growled, clenching his teeth, still bouncing me up and down. His foot slipped, and we slid down on the floor with me straddling his lap. He moaned out, pushing his hips upward and pulling me down deep over his shaft. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, his hot seed shooting into my pussy. I whimpered as he twitched beneath me before collapsing onto him in exhaustion. We breathed heavily, my face lying against the bed.
When we had calmed, I pulled the straps up and tied them back around my neck as he got dressed. I lay down on my back and smiled, shaking my head. He walked over and settled next to me, taking my hand.
“That was amazing,” he said with a pleased laugh.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “More than amazing. But now you must get dressed. My parents are going to be setting the table for dinner soon.”
“Yes, yes,” he said. “I’m excited to meet them.”
We got dressed and straightened up and jumped in his car, holding hands as we drove through the town and onto the backcountry roads. I directed him down the paths leading to my parents’ big farmhouse in what felt like the country. He looked at Maine like I looked at New York, in complete awe and amazement. I thought it was adorable, and I hoped that he appreciated it as much as I did. When we pulled down the driveway, I noticed my dad wasn’t outside like usual. With Brandt coming over, Mom had probably forced him to help her with dinner.
Brandt opened my car door and helped me out of the car, giving me his arm as we walked up to the front door. I was really excited to introduce him to my parents, especially since they were hoping that I would find him and bring him into the baby’s life. My mom opened the door wide and smiled, immediately hugging him tightly.
“Brandt,” she said. “It is so good to meet you. I’m Joyce, and this is George, my husband.”
“Nice to meet you, sir,” he said, shaking his hand firmly.
“Nice to finally meet you, too, son,” he said. “Come on in. Dinner just got put down on the table.”
I sat with my head propped on my hand, watching Brandt talk about his company, his family, and his daughter Sicily. He was so charismatic and well-spoken, and my mom couldn’t even resist his charming smile. The way he lit up about Sicily warmed my heart, and I hoped it was the same way when it came to our child.
“Sicily is in a gifted school in New York,” he said. “She tested on a seventh-grade level when she entered the school, and now she does advanced high school studies. It’s a way to keep her in school the normal amount of time, let her grow and mature, before sending her to college. I didn’t want her skipping grades, but a regular school wasn’t cutting it.”
“That’s fascinating,” my mother said. “Hopefully, we will get to meet her someday.”
“She would love that,” Brandt said, flashing me an excited smile. “She’d love to come to Camden and see it. She’s been so busy with school, she has never really traveled much outside of the city and to Jersey with her grandmother, my mother.”
“And what about the baby that’s on the way? Will you be taking Emma to New York?” my dad asked.
“Dad,” I said, cutting in. “We haven’t gotten to that yet. We’ll work all of that out.”
“I’m sorry,” my father said. “I guess I was just curious.”
“You have every right to be,” Brandt said. “And whatever we decide, it’ll be in both Emma’s and the child’s best interests.”
My mother stood up. “That’s wonderful. I’m going to grab dessert.”
Brandt looked over me and winked, turning back to my father as he asked more questions about the technology at Cogent. By the time we were done, he’d promised my father a full tour of the facility, which appeased him very much. We walked to the door, and I hugged my dad, Brandt going right in to hug my mom. He shook my father’s hand and smiled over at me.
“Thank you for dinner,” he said. “It was wonderful getting to know you.”
“You, too, Brandt,” my mother said.
“I look forward to visiting you in New York one day,” my father said, making me giggle thinking about him in his fishing boots walking through the city.
We walked back to the car and headed out, moving toward my house to drop me off. I yawned, not realizing how tired I was. Brandt smiled and rubbed his hand over my belly and down to my hand. When we pulled up in front of my house, he walked me to the door and took me by the hands, kissing both of them.
“I loved meeting your parents,” he said.
“I think they loved you more.” I laughed.
“Listen, I have to go back to the city for a little while. My plane leaves in the morning,” he said. “Sicily misses me so much, and I miss her too. I want to spend a little time with her, do some stuff at work that needs to be taken care of, and maybe get my clothes washed.”
“I understand,” I said, feeling my heart sink.
“I want you to come with me,” he said.
“What? You want me to come back to New York with you?”
“Yes.” He chuckled. “Meet Sicily, my mother, and see how you like it there.”
“I don’t know,” I said, biting my lip. “I don’t know if Greg will give me the time off.”
“How about this? You tell Greg what company I own, and tell him if he gives you the time off, I’ll get one of my big-time New York City graphic artists on a plane to take over for you while you’re gone,” he said.
“He would love that.” It only took seconds for me to decide what my answer would be. You know what? I’ll do it. I want to see how you live, meet your family, and I don’t want to be away from you.”
“Me either,” he said, leaning in and kissing me sweetly. “So, I’ll pick you up first thing in the morning for the nine o’clock flight.”
“I’ll be ready.” I smiled as I watched him walk to his car, eager anticipation starting to build at the thought of our impromptu trip.
Off to where it all began.