Chapter 24
24
EMMA
I dreamed about Johnny. He was fighting someone for me–Stan, I thought. But then I called his name, and he stopped and turned around and went down on one knee in a golden field and asked me to marry him.
I woke from the blissful nap to the sensation of his hard body wrapped around mine.
“You’re awake.”
I blinked my eyes open then looked over my shoulder. I found him leaning up on one elbow, studying me. The room was dark except for moonlight streaming through the windows–how long had we slept? The whole afternoon, it seemed .
I laughed, embarrassed. “Were you watching me sleep?”
“Just marveling.”
“At what?”
“At how fucking beautiful you are.” As if on cue, his dick twitched against my ass, ready for more, even though we’d made love before our nap. He was insatiable. So was I.
“All this praise is going to go to my head.” I took his hand from my waist and pulled it up to cover my breast, giving him the green light for more sexy times.
“I want it to go to your head.” He gently eased me to my back, then rolled on top of me. “And your pussy.” He flicked his brows suggestively.
I couldn’t help but laugh or roll my hips up to meet his. “Oh, pretty much everything you do and say goes to my pussy,” I admitted. “You turn me on just by existing.”
“Dayum.” Johnny’s hips snapped, and his fully erect cock thrust in the space just below my sex. I couldn’t help the moan that slipped from my lips.
I was slick and wet for him–I hadn’t been lying about my constant turn-on. I’d had needs in the past, sure. Horny, even. This was something else. It was a… craving. I craved Johnny and the pleasure we shared.
“You’re going to make me come before I even get inside you, baby,” he growled.
I kissed his jaw, and he tipped his face down to mine and melded our mouths together. When I slid my tongue between his lips, taking the role of the aggressor for a change, he groaned. “How am I going to hold back tonight?” He glanced at the window. “The moon is full. You’re naked and beneath me. Your pussy is wet and welcoming. I’m gonna die trying not to–to go too far.”
“What do you mean, go too far ? I love everything you do to me.” I undulated my hips beneath him, wanting to take him inside me. It wasn’t like we were teenagers who hadn’t had sex yet. His words didn’t make sense. Especially after I picked out some toys from that box, and we’d used them.
“I just mean… get too aggressive. Be too rough. I’m so turned on, I could pound you into oblivion.”
A wide smile spread across my face. Yes, please. “Let’s give that a try.”
Johnny’s brows popped with a matching grin. “You’re killing me.” He rolled off me. “Stay there. I’ll get a condom.”
“No. We, um, haven’t been that consistent with them.”
He smiled sheepishly at me, but also had a feral gleam in his eye. As if he didn’t care about the consequences, or he even wanted them.
“I’m on the pill, so I’m good. If you are.”
He studied me for a moment, then growled.
God, it made me feel so sexy that he wanted me so much. That he found me so appealing he feared he’d lose control.
But what if none of it was real? I knew the physical part was real, but maybe he’d made it all out to be something in his head–some fantasy for him that didn’t fit who I actually was.
Just like I’d objectified him as my “hot cowboy” before I even knew him.
What if all this wore off in a few weeks or a few months when he realized I wasn’t the real Lyssa? What happened when he found out I was just plain old Emma, the conservative good girl who never took risks, flirted, or jumped in a hot cowboy’s truck with a suitcase a few hours after meeting–and fucking–him?
I wasn’t the woman who had a box of sex toys.
I wasn’t the one who made friends quickly with a bunch of women at a saloon.
Maybe this was going too fast. Maybe I’d wake up in a week or a month and realize I got taken for a ride, and not on a mechanical bull.
God, what if Johnny was just really good at seducing women? A love ‘em and leave ‘em type.
What if I was being catfished? Or scammed or whatever.
Before I could completely spin out, Johnny nudged my knees apart with his. “You want this cock, baby? ”
The second he was close again, I forgot my paranoia and reached down to guide him in. “Yes.”
He eased inside me. “Where do you want it?” He thrust at the very end, arcing the head of his cock up to hit my inner wall. “Here?”
“Yes,” I breathed, already lost to the sensation.
He felt so good. It was like our bodies were made for each other. Maybe there was something to fate.
Then again, maybe that was a line Johnny used.
No, I was being crazy. This was real. I wanted it to be real. I told him I loved him. I bit my lip because his thrusts felt so good, but so I didn’t blurt it again. Had I messed up saying that?
The little voice inside my head asked, but are you being real with him? I’d faked a phone call to my fake boss!
Fuck off, voice. I was being Lyssa right now. And Lyssa could have hot, meaningless sex any time she wanted. She didn’t get hung up on whether the guy used a line or not. She just enjoyed herself. And the magical dick.
That’s what I needed to do now. Not get ahead of myself because I’d blurted I love you .
“You okay?” Johnny was watching my face as he arced in and out of me.
“Yes!” Dammit, I needed to stop with these doubts. “It’s good. Really good.”
He pulled out. “Just really good? Maybe you need a little something more.” He rolled me to my belly and slapped my ass.
I kicked my feet. “No! I need you. Your cock. That’s all I need.”
“Well, you’re getting plugged. Fuck, yeah. I want that gorgeous ass wearing my plug when I fuck you tonight.”
“Oh my God.” That did it. All other thoughts were banished as I surrendered to Johnny’s dirty talk and skilled dominance. I lay there panting with need as he lubed up my ass and the plug, then gently inserted it.
“Look at you taking that plug so well. My dirty girl,” he said, then flipped me over.
My eyes were already rolling back in my head when he entered me this time. I was awash with delicious sensation–my ass plugged, his cock stroking in and out. So tight. So full. So… naughty.
I lost track of time–didn’t know if we’d been at it for a few minutes or an hour. I was suspended in pleasure. Johnny grew rougher. He braced a hand against the headboard, and the bed rocked and creaked, slamming against the wall at a faster and faster pace.
When I opened my eyes, Johnny’s breath had grown ragged. His eyes glowed in the moonlight, and his jaw was clenched hard, like he was trying to hold back. Still.
Wow. Maybe he really could go too far. This was about as rough as I could take it. But some naughty part of me–the Lyssa wannabe–desired to see what Johnny meant. How rough he’d get. I knew he was rugged, but this?
I reached for him, scoring his shoulders with my nails, urging him in even harder. “I want it, Johnny,” I pleaded, rolling my hips thrust for thrust. “I want it all. Give it to me.”
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, Lyssa!”
I didn’t even care that he called me that since that was the role I was playing. This version of me liked something plugging my ass. Loved to be fucked hard. Uninhibited. Needy.
“Yes, Johnny. More. Give it to me.”
“Fuck!” he shouted, slamming into me, hips jerking.
I could have sworn we were so connected that I could feel the heat of his cum inside me. He dropped his head into my shoulder and then–
“Ouch!” I shrieked when he bit me–way too hard. Like it felt as though one tooth broke the skin. My back arched, my neck jerked.
“Oh fuck!” he shouted. “Oh fuck, Lyssa, I’m so sorry!”
In a flash–faster than I could even track–Johnny scrambled off me and was at the door. “FUCK.” This time it was more feral growl than word.
His eyes glowed amber in the dark–like an animal’s.
And then, suddenly, he was… a wolf!
A freaking huge black wolf standing in the doorway to the bedroom.