LENA
Emmett carried me over to the couch and sat with me straddling his lap. His c**k hardens underneath me. His hands go to my waist as I place my hand on each side of his face and kiss him.
His tongue slides into my mouth, and we fight for dominance till his hand goes into my head and grips my hair tight. He gently pulls back, and his lips move down onto my neck as he sucks.
This man already has given me three orgasms. I wanted him inside me—hard and fast.
“What do you want, darling?” Emmett murmurs against my neck as his nose runs up. “You,” I gasp as he nips at my chin. “I want you.”
Emmett groans. “Good answer,” he said as his hand loosened my hair. I look at him as he pecks my lips. “I want you too.”
I move slightly on his hardened length, which causes him to hiss. “f**k, darli
