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TATE

“Babe,” I mutter against her lips. Em’s ass meets the back of the couch. No fucking way are we making it to the bedroom, not with the way the tips of her fingers are digging into my skin beneath my shirt or how her core is riding my cock beneath the jeans I’m wearing.

“Tate, hurry.” Her hands move from my sides to the button of my jeans, unclasping them, pushing them off my hips until I’m standing with my shirt on, pants to the ground, and Em’s hands are on my cock, jacking me entirely too slowly.

“You want it fast and hard?” I step back, divesting myself of the rest of my clothes. Her eyes are heated to the point where desire is written within. She attempts to come after me, but I shake my head, telling her to sit tight.

“You’re not playing fair. I need to feel you, Tate, all of you.” Her arms cross over the front of her body, and she pulls off her shirt, tits bouncing out, a bra or one of those scraps of lace things she wears beneath sometimes not on her body.

“Son of a bitch. You’re going to feel me, and soon, but we’re doing this my way, with you bent over the couch, ass shaking, body quaking, face in the cushions, because I know you, babe; you get loud.

This isn’t my place or yours. Neighbors might get an inkling of what we’re doing.

If not, they’ll call the cops.” This time when Em decides to get off the couch, I don’t stop her.

I watch as she shimmies out of her leggings, clearly forgetting underwear this morning when she got dressed.

“Fuck, baby.” I step forward once her naked body is on display, soft, supple skin, light in complexion, ivory in color, cherry-tipped nipples the color of her lips in both areas, and if I didn’t want to feel all that slickness weeping from between Em’s legs, I’d be on my knees, lapping up every delicious inch.

“Like what you see?” She’s playing with me, not that I blame her. Every time we’re together, the looks we give each other, the words we say, it’s our own version of foreplay.

“You know damn well I do. Turn around and grab hold of the couch, Em. I’m going to take you from behind, play with that spot I know you like so much, and watch as you take each stroke of my cock.

” My woman, fuck, I’m a lucky son of a bitch.

She spins around, grabs the edge of the couch with her hands, and bends over.

That’s not all she does either. Nope, that’s just the icing on the fucking cake.

I watch as she spreads her legs, inviting me to take her just as I described.

“I think you owe me an apology in the best way possible, don’t you think?” Her long hair is falling down her back in thick waves, head tipped over her shoulder as she purrs those words to me.

“Damn right I do.” I step closer, lining up the head of my cock with her entrance, feeling how soaked she is, so greedy and needy that it attempts to suck me in before I’m ready.

My hands span her lower back, sliding up until it reaches her shoulders, then I’m slamming deep inside her with one powerful thrust. I stop, allowing her to get used to this position.

Obviously, I wasn’t too concerned about that at first, but that low moan in the back of her throat, one I’m not used to hearing, has me pausing.

“More, don’t stop, Tate. Please move.” I guess that answers my question on what she needs.

Her back arches as she pushes her ass back into my groin, causing me to slide out.

Before I thrust back in, my eyes go to the way my cock is working her pussy, seeing the wetness she’s saturating both of us with.

Fuck, Em is so wet my balls are soaked. The noise of our combined groans and grunts echoes in the room.

Thankfully, the back door is open, so maybe it’ll help keep the neighbors from worrying.

“I’m sorry, Em, so fucking sorry I hurt you.

I’d follow you anywhere. May be slow on the uptake, but I promise you here and now, I’ll always make things right between us.

” I move my hands from where they were on her back until they’re cupping her tits, thumb and pointer finger rolling her nipples, feeling her cunt tighten around my cock as I lazily thrust in and out, only doing so to make sure she won’t be sore tomorrow.

“More, faster, Tate,” she begs. That’s when I work harder, faster, fucking her with all my might.

Her body moves upward on the couch until her stomach is pressed into the back, the cushions absorbing her cries.

I grit my teeth. The way Em’s body clenches around my cock, she’s about to come, and I’m going to go right along with her.

“You coming, babe, going to come all over my cock,” I demand more than ask. It works, too. Emily’s on the tips of her toes. That doesn’t stop her from pushing her ass backwards when I go to slide out of her, not wanting to lose me from her depths. Like I’d fucking let that happen anyways.

“Tate!” A deep scream leaves her when her body locks tight.

My balls draw up, and I’m one thrust away from burying myself deep inside Em and coming myself.

When she’s slumped over, all the energy depleted from her body, that’s when I take her harder and faster, letting the sensation take over, until it’s me who’s desperate to come, and when I do, it seems like Emily comes along with me again.

Her center flutters around my length as I seat myself inside her, holding my body there while the cum is sucked from my body and flows deep inside of hers.

“Fuck, I think you sucked the soul out of me, Em.” I fall over her, my chest to her back. I attempt not to give her too much weight, but fuck, the adrenaline is wearing off, and I know if we don’t disengage, clean up, and make it to her bed, I’m going to fall flat on my face.

“Apology accepted.” Her voice is loopy, as if she’s in a sleep-like state.

As much as it kills me to leave her body, I do.

I might watch as my cum slides out of her pussy, making me want to push my cock back in so none of it goes to waste.

Instead, I watch as it drips down the inside of her legs, loving the view, until she wiggles her ass, letting me know she’s ready to stand up.

“Love you, Em. Let’s go get cleaned up.”

“I love you, Tate, and yeah, cleaning up, food, and then bed sounds like heaven right about now.” It’s a solid plan, one that I’m a fan of, so we do exactly as she wants.