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Story: Stuck with Mr. Grump
“That’s it, angel,” I tell her as she rocks her hips back and forth.
My hands are gripping both her ass cheeks tight, helping to guide her rhythm. I feel her walls clenching around me as her pace speeds up. Her eyes glaze over and I can tell she’s about to come. She does so, screaming my name in a way that has me ready to burst as well.
I hold on to her, thrusting upward, in and out of her wet pussy. Emilia’s hands slide around my neck and she drops a soft kiss on my jaw before placing one against my lips.
“Let go, Sterling,” she whispers.
And that’s all it takes. I slam into her one more time before my orgasm rushes through me and I release with a soft groan. I fall backward on the couch when I do, taking Emilia with me. She’s content to stay like that, resting her head against my chest as we both try to remember how to breathe properly.
That was fucking amazing.
Neither of us says anything for a long moment. Until she starts to shift on top of me.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she mumbles tiredly.
She stands and I watch as she walks, or should I say wobbles, to the bathroom door, grabbing my white shirt off the floor. While she’s gone, I grab my boxer briefs to wear as well. It takes about five minutes before she returns. My shirt has been buttoned and the way she looks in it makes me want to throw her back down on to this couch and fuck her until she’s screaming my name again.
Cool it, Harrington.
She walks over to me with a short yawn that makes her look adorable, with her disheveled hair and tired eyes.
“Sleepy?” I ask.
She shakes her head, “No I’m fine.”
“Come here,” I prompt, gesturing at my arms.
I lie on the couch and she doesn’t hesitate before lying down on top of me. It’s weirdly comfortable. I start playing withthe strands of her hair, running my hand through it in gentle motions.
“You can sleep, angel. I promise you’re safe,” I tell her.
She doesn’t say anything for a couple of moments.
“Okay,” she decides, yawning again. “I’ll just close my eyes for like an hour.”
“No complaints from me,” I state.
She’s out like a light in a matter of seconds. She snores when she sleeps. It’s light snores, the cute kind that makes her even more attractive, although I didn’t think that was possible. I continue brushing my hand through her hair, enjoying the solid weight of her above me.
Until eventually the soft lull draws me to close my eyes, as well.
CHAPTER 17
Emilia
The first thing I feel is confusion when my eyes open. The room is dark and all I can feel is something warm and hard underneath me. I wriggle softly on top of whatever it is and nearly jump out of my skin when I hear a soft chuckle.
“Careful, angel. You probably shouldn’t be doing that if you don’t want a repeat of last night.”
I gasp, nearly sliding off Sterling. Oh my god.
Memories from last night come rushing back to me. Our talk, the kisses, the sex. Oh my god.
I lift my head, my gaze connecting with his. He has a small smile on his face that is entirely too endearing.
“Morning,” he says in the sexiest voice ever.
I feel my stomach warm, butterflies churning in my gut. An insane part of me is actually about to ask for a repeat of last night when I look up, my gaze moving toward the window blinds. My eyes widen when I see the rays of sunlight peeking through.
My hands are gripping both her ass cheeks tight, helping to guide her rhythm. I feel her walls clenching around me as her pace speeds up. Her eyes glaze over and I can tell she’s about to come. She does so, screaming my name in a way that has me ready to burst as well.
I hold on to her, thrusting upward, in and out of her wet pussy. Emilia’s hands slide around my neck and she drops a soft kiss on my jaw before placing one against my lips.
“Let go, Sterling,” she whispers.
And that’s all it takes. I slam into her one more time before my orgasm rushes through me and I release with a soft groan. I fall backward on the couch when I do, taking Emilia with me. She’s content to stay like that, resting her head against my chest as we both try to remember how to breathe properly.
That was fucking amazing.
Neither of us says anything for a long moment. Until she starts to shift on top of me.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she mumbles tiredly.
She stands and I watch as she walks, or should I say wobbles, to the bathroom door, grabbing my white shirt off the floor. While she’s gone, I grab my boxer briefs to wear as well. It takes about five minutes before she returns. My shirt has been buttoned and the way she looks in it makes me want to throw her back down on to this couch and fuck her until she’s screaming my name again.
Cool it, Harrington.
She walks over to me with a short yawn that makes her look adorable, with her disheveled hair and tired eyes.
“Sleepy?” I ask.
She shakes her head, “No I’m fine.”
“Come here,” I prompt, gesturing at my arms.
I lie on the couch and she doesn’t hesitate before lying down on top of me. It’s weirdly comfortable. I start playing withthe strands of her hair, running my hand through it in gentle motions.
“You can sleep, angel. I promise you’re safe,” I tell her.
She doesn’t say anything for a couple of moments.
“Okay,” she decides, yawning again. “I’ll just close my eyes for like an hour.”
“No complaints from me,” I state.
She’s out like a light in a matter of seconds. She snores when she sleeps. It’s light snores, the cute kind that makes her even more attractive, although I didn’t think that was possible. I continue brushing my hand through her hair, enjoying the solid weight of her above me.
Until eventually the soft lull draws me to close my eyes, as well.
CHAPTER 17
Emilia
The first thing I feel is confusion when my eyes open. The room is dark and all I can feel is something warm and hard underneath me. I wriggle softly on top of whatever it is and nearly jump out of my skin when I hear a soft chuckle.
“Careful, angel. You probably shouldn’t be doing that if you don’t want a repeat of last night.”
I gasp, nearly sliding off Sterling. Oh my god.
Memories from last night come rushing back to me. Our talk, the kisses, the sex. Oh my god.
I lift my head, my gaze connecting with his. He has a small smile on his face that is entirely too endearing.
“Morning,” he says in the sexiest voice ever.
I feel my stomach warm, butterflies churning in my gut. An insane part of me is actually about to ask for a repeat of last night when I look up, my gaze moving toward the window blinds. My eyes widen when I see the rays of sunlight peeking through.
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