Chapter 25

Tyler savored her desperate pleas, his fingers trailing down the open neckline of her shirt.

His large hand slipped inside Emily’s clothes, kneading her full right breast, the calluses on his knuckles rubbing against the soft, supple flesh with each stroke, occasionally brushing the rosy areola and sending a shiver of tingling pleasure through her.

Her pussy had been thoroughly fucked already, but now it craved even more, the slow rhythm of his thrusts leaving her aching for speed. She curled her toes in frustration, the once-flushed tips turning pale as they tapped unevenly against the cool floor.

She wanted it all, not just the hungry ache between her legs, but the teasing attention lavished on her breasts up top.

Her slender, boneless hand snaked around the man’s neck like a vine, her palm stroking the bulging vein there, her pale fingertips dancing lightly over his Adam’s apple, lingering in endless provocation.

Tyler narrowed his sharp, almond-shaped eyes behind those scholarly glasses, but they couldn’t hide the raw, predatory edge simmering in his bones.

He released the spoon from her mouth, the one that had been teasing her tongue all along, letting it dangle from her lips as it trembled. Then he gripped her slim waist, his arms flexing with power, the defined muscles in his forearms rippling as he lifted her body clean off the ground.

In that instant, Emily found herself turned around, her slick ass cheeks settling onto the crisp tablecloth, leaving an instant damp spot.

As he shifted positions, he’d risen to his feet, his thick, purple-red cock standing rigid and scorching hot, pressing against the smooth plane of her belly.

The bulbous head glistened mostly with the slick fluids he’d drawn from her depths, mixed with a few pearly drops of his own pre-cum, the two blending along the veined shaft to smear across her skin in a lewd, glistening trail.