The plug teases me.
Gently, I ease it out, watching the way she’s stretched so beautifully from being filled for so long.
I don’t leave her empty for long. I slick her and myself, then line up.
Her body trembles as I push inside.
Oh, fuck me sideways.
This is heaven.
The way her tight muscles grip me has me ready to blow in seconds.
Puppies.
Kittens.
Tyler’s ball sack.
Okay. I’m okay.
I start slow, but as her moans grow louder, I drive into her harder, hips snapping against her round ass, my balls brushingher clit with every thrust.
“Eli,” she cries.
“Angel,” I groan.
“I’m going to come.”
Thank fuck.
“Come with me, Em.”
We shatter together, our cries tangling in the air as I empty myself inside her. My breath stutters when I pull out, a groan slipping free at the sight of my cum spilling from her. “So fucking hot.”
“Really?”
“Best sight in the world.”
“I want to see.”
“Want me to take a pic?”
She hesitates, then, “Yes.”
I grab her phone and slide the camera open, snapping a picture. Not that I need it—this image is already burned into me.
I hand her the phone, then head for the bathroom for a warm cloth.
When I return, she’s still in the same position, cheeks flushed.
“Like what you see?” I ask, cleaning her gently.
Her tongue flicks out as she rolls onto her back. “It’s hotter than I expected,” she says, staring at the photo.
I grin. Emily calling herself hot is a win in my book.
She curls herself around me, sleep claiming her quickly, while I lie awake for a while, content. Emily has given herself to me completely. She’schoosingme. No one has ever chosen me.