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“Baby, I’ll tell you everything you want and more, but please let me fuck you first,” I plead, the words tumbling out of me. “Because if you keep playing with my cock like this, I’m going to come in your hand, and I have a feeling you’ll never let me live that down.”

Emerson’s eyes slightly widen as they meet mine, and she smirks down at me like she’s the devil incarnate. “We’ll put a pin in it,” she says before she brings her hand to her mouth, dragging her tongue up her palm before she uses it to stroke me up and down.

“Fuck, Em. You’re going to be the death of me,” I grit through my teeth as she finally begins to sink down, the warm, wet heat of her teasing my cock, and I have to take deep breaths—the feeling almost too much.

“If you’re lucky,” she says as she sinks down even further. My fingers dig into her hips, resisting the urge to grab her and slam her down—instead, I help ease her down, letting us both adjust to the feel of me inside her.

Even if it tests my restraint in ways I didn’t think possible.

“Ready to show me what you got?” Emerson breathes as she bottoms out, and I hiss at the feel of her pussy swallowing my cock, and just like before, instinct takes over.

It’s like my body knows exactly what to do, like it was made to do this.

Using my grip on her hips, I take control of her movements, sliding in and out of her as she rides me, her speed starting out slow before she starts to speed up. Her eyes close, her head tipping back, leaving her neck on full display as her tits bounce up and down with her movements.

Pressure builds as she finds her rhythm, and I’m seconds away from falling apart—but even though it’s been years, I will myself to hold out until she comes.

She places one of her hands on my chest, using it to keep her balance as she fucks me, and her other hand finds her clit, moving two fingers in slow circles, and I’m mesmerized by the movement.

I commit it to memory, so not only do I never forget the hottest view of my entire life—Emerson, touching herself with my cock inside her—but so I know exactly how to get her off next time.

Next time.

It’s a sobering thought.

Because that wasn’t the agreement.

There is no next time.

There’s only tonight.

But I can’t dwell on the thought for long because I feel Emerson’s hand leave my chest to grab my wrist, bringing my hand to her neck.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I wrap my hand around her throat, gripping tightly, her moans filling the room as she draws tighter, faster circles over her clit.

“Come for me, baby,” my voice rasps, and I tighten my hold on her throat.

Her pussy tightens around my cock, but I refuse to close my eyes, needing to watch her come apart on top of me.

Her rhythm falters as she falls apart, and I let her ride out her orgasm even though it has mine on the precipice.

“Come with me,” she breathes, and I take it as permission. Flipping our positions one more time, Emerson’s back hits the mattress, and my hand finds her throat again as I drill into her, chasing the release that’s evaded me for years.

My other hand finds her clit, moving my fingers just like I watched her do, her pussy suffocating my cock as my head rests against her shoulder, feeling her breath against my neck just before she sinks her teeth into the sensitive skin and rips my orgasm from me.

I don’t even want to know the noises I’m making as I fall apart, coming inside her for what feels like forever, drowning in the feel of her.

And it isn’t until I come to, loosening my grip around her neck, my eyes adjusting to the view of her black hair splayed out on the sheets, that the realization hits me.

One night was never going to be enough.

CHAPTER 22

EMERSON

“This last one is from Santa,” Rumi says from where she sits next to the Christmas tree in her and Jack's living room. She sets the present down in front of Evee, her little eyes going wide at the candy-cane wrapping paper.