He didn’t say a word. He just kissed me hard, his lips soft and hard against mine, his mouth hungrily kissing me hard.
I pushed him back. “What are you doing? What about Mason?”
“Travis is with him,” he said, and he grabbed me back, pressing me against his body.
His eyes, his lips, they stared into me. Travis was with Mason. Emory was with me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him again.
“You know why I’m here.”
“We’re in a rest stop bathroom. Someone could come in.”
“Nobody’s coming in, princess,” he said. He began to kiss my neck again, pushing me back up against the wall. I moaned as he unbuttoned my jeans.
“Emory, someone could. We can’t do this. We need to get back on the road.”
“I need to feel this soaking pussy,” he said, slipping his hands down my panties. I gasped as his fingers found my clit, and I realized in that moment how incredibly wet I was.
As he stroked my clit, fingers rolling around my skin, I felt something suddenly wash over me. I had been numb the whole time, but suddenly something rushed into me, took me over, put life back into my limbs.
It was Emory. He was the thing that kept me going. I was walking and fighting for Mason, but Emory was what gave me any strength at all. Without Emory, I’d be dead, and my family would be dead. Everyone I loved and cared about would be gone.
I pressed myself against him, grinding down against his fingers, kissing his lips hard. I needed this, needed it just as much as he did. I needed to feel again, to feel him. Emory gave me strength, and I needed him to give me everything he had.
His fingers worked me, pressing deep inside my wet pussy, stroking in and out, rolling along my clit. Pleasure and desire flooded through me as I rolled my hips, kissing his lips harder, my arms locked around his neck. He pressed his fingers deep inside me and I gasped, kissing him and moaning against his lips.
“Fuck I needed this too,” I gasped as he kissed my neck and tugged my jeans down over my hips. “I really needed this.”
He dropped down to his knees in front of me, his hands on my ass, pulling my hips forward. His lips kissed my stomach and slowly moved down over my panties to lick and suck at my pussy.
“Nothing better than fucking after a fight,” he said. “And there’s no pussy I’d rather fuck than yours.”
He pulled my panties down with a swift tug and then began to suck at my pussy and clit as I stood there, back arched, shoulders against the wall. I held onto his hair as he held onto my ass, supporting most of my weight with his powerful arms.
His mouth was up between my legs, his tongue working my pussy, licking my clit and sliding up inside me. He ate my pussy like a starving man, working my body, driving loads of pleasure through my skin. It pulsed and worked, rolling through my clit, up my soaked pussy, all around my skin.
I fought to stay quiet, but small moans escaped my lips as he kept working me.
“Emory,” I gasped. “Oh my god. You make me want to scream.”
“So scream,” he said between licks. “Go ahead. Nobody’s coming.”
“I can’t,” I gasped.
“You’re embarrassed,” he said, “but I wouldn’t be embarrassed of this tight, delicious little cunt.”
His hands squeezed my ass as he worked my clit, sucking and licking, his tongue rolling in circles, alternating pressure, working me. I could feel my muscles tensing, pleasure rolling through my body, delicious pleasure, intense feelings returning like tingles in a frozen limb.
He suddenly stopped and stood, unbuckling his belt. I watched him, soaking wet, practically dripping onto the ground. He grabbed a condom from his jeans before kicking them aside and sliding his boxer briefs down.
I took his thick, rock-hard cock in my hands and stroked him. I spit down on his cock and used that to slide my palms along him, working his length. I jerked him like that with two hands as he grunted and tore open the condom wrapper, his eyes dark with lust and desire.
He pushed me back roughly against the wall, his hands between my legs, mouth against my ear. “Tell me you want this cock,” he whispered. “Tell me you want me to fill your cunt up until you come again and again.”
“Please,” I whispered. “Emory, fuck me. I need it.”
He rolled the condom down his length and then grabbed my hips and turned me. I gasped as he pressed me forward, my hands up against the wall, my legs spread wide.
“Fuck I love this thick ass,” he said.
I felt him grab my hips and then slap my ass, hard. I gasped but didn’t have time to say a word, as he pressed his cock deep inside me.
I moaned, feeling him fill me to the brim. I couldn’t believe how easily he slid inside me, probably because I was so damn wet. His thick cock filed my every inch, and I loved his grunts of pleasure as he slowly began to fuck me, his cock sliding in and out of me, his hands hard on my hips.