7. Lizzie
CHAPTER 7
Lizzie
I t takes longer than I’m expecting for Emile to come back with the puppy. By the time they get back, the breakfast I whipped up is cold and my nerves are stretched taut.
I jump when the door pops open and the big, broad man steps through it, trying to keep from getting tangled up with the puppy who’s dancing between his legs, the rope just about tripping him up.
“Let me take him,” I say and rush over to help him. Only to find myself being tripped up by the little stinker and falling into Emile’s arms, both of us grunting as I dig my nails into his biceps to hold me steady.
His big hands grab my waist and he tugs me tight into his body and all the breath punches out of me when I feel the thick rod pushing at his zipper.
I stare up at him, transfixed as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, my eyes following the movement hungrily.
I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this man. He pulls me tighter and I can feel his heart beating crazy fast under my fingers as I touch his chest. He groans and half-closes his eyes, the gorgeous navy so dark that it looks like the starry midnight sky over the mountains.
“Emile?” I whisper, my fingers clenching in his shirt and tugging at him.
“Lizzie, we shouldn’t…”he says. But he never finishes the sentence because my lips touch his and he groans, tangling his fingers in my hair, holding my head steady as he plunges his tongue into my mouth, tracing my teeth and slicking along my tongue, twining with it urgently, recklessly, until neither of us can breathe steady and my legs are shaking, threatening to drop me to the ground without him holding me up.
All hell breaks loose and I rip at his shirt as he rips the buttons off his shirt covering me. I can hear them scatter around the room and I laugh wildly. His eyes burn my skin like a wildfire flowing over me, liquifying what’s left of my control.
His big fingers come out and touch my nipple gently, groaning when it beads up like it’s begging for his touch.
“Oh my god! Don’t stop, Emile!” He growls like a wild, feral animal and throws me across his shoulder, striding across the room to the small pull-out in the corner. He’s got it ripped out in seconds and drops me to the mattress. I bounce when I hit the mattress and before I stop, he’s got my shirt off and he groans when he sees that I’m not wearing panties.
“Fuck. If I knew you weren’t wearing panties you’d have been fucked hours ago.”
“Stop wasting time,” I groan and push my hips to meet his. “I need that big dick I know you’re hiding inside me.”
His hands shake as he unbuckles his belt and I shiver when the jingle makes goosebumps rise on my arms and legs. I don’t know why it’s so damn sexy but it is. Visions of his belt around my body drive my need higher and wilder until I’m writhing around on the bed, begging for anything.
“Emile, please. I’m so empty. I need you inside me. Please. Now.”
He grins wide and wicked and it makes my juices leak down my thighs. His eyes latch onto the spot where my thighs meet and his big hands spread me wide. “Oh my fucking god, baby girl. I’ve never seen a prettier pussy in my life.”
“Touch me,” I whimper, my voice breaking hungrily as I feel the heat of his breath on my feverish skin.
“Gladly,” he growls and then I feel his tongue slick up from my ass to my clit greedily, hard and heavy. No sweet little buildup with him. No, he’s all in from the very first and it’s just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt.
That manly, woodsy scent that is him saturates the air around us and turns me on so much that he’s barely touched me and I’m dripping with desire.
He stares up at me from between my legs and growls as he nips at my thighs and then buries his mouth in my pussy, delving deep and driving his stiff tongue inside me like a dick. My hands clench on his head, holding his hair like a pair of handlebars as he licks and sucks me deep, his fingers pushing in hard as he fucks me until I’m pushing my hips up into his face, struggling to breathe. His hot mouth wraps around my clit and I screech wildly, thrashing as he pushes his hand into my belly, holding me still for his sweet torture. Teeth, tongue and mouth, fingers pushing into me so hard that I’m riding them to a building crescendo. My body tightens, my back arching painfully as I scream, my legs wrapping around his neck. His thick beard, scratches my skin where it’s so sensitive that I can’t stop the screams and the overwhelming ecstasy that pours over me, dragging me down and tossing me around like a tornado of lust and hunger.
“That’s it, baby girl. You’re beauty, my girl. Fucking beauty.” Shaking and moaning wildly, I fall to the bed and close my eyes, struggling to catch my breath, struggling to reel myself back in to reality.
His arms pull my thighs open wider and I hear his zipper in the quiet of my panting breaths. I open my eyes and see him, my eyes widening. My ex had a normal-sized dick. Emile’s is a monster. He pulls it out and pushes his jeans down, stepping out of them. I don’t even know when he lost his shoes and I don’t fucking care. He lays his hands on my thighs and steps between my legs. He pauses, his dark eyes latched onto me.
“Are you sure you want this, baby girl?”
Nodding my head so quickly I almost pass out from the blood moving so fast, I watch his eyes light up with an unholy light as he taps his heavy head at my clit.
“Oh god,” I hiss as he pushes in, his big, thick dick parting my lips painfully. He pauses and lets me adjust but I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me.
“Don’t go slow,” I snarl. “I want you to fuck me like you can’t get enough. I want you to push me to the edge of pain and make me feel it. Feel your body. Feel your hunger and need.”
He groans and then he drives into me so fast that it feels like I’m hit by a car. My breath stills, my heart feels like it actually stops. My insides protest as I stretch and reshape around his thick, silky shaft.
Everything comes back to me and I nod wildly. “Move. Now.” And he pushes in and out in a slow, steady burn that has me hiccuping and begging for release.
“Harder, faster, please.” My voice is shaking, my legs trembling under his onslaught. In and out, I feel his steely length inside me and I moan, struggling to stay in control.
There’s no fighting the orgasm ready to wash over me. I scream, throwing my head back, loving the feel of him deep inside me as I come on his cock, my body pulsing around him, welcoming him into my warmth.