Page 23 of Mr. McHunky

She squeezes her legs around my hips, bumping herself against me.

“Emory,” I growl her name. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

She pulls away from my mouth and stares into my eyes. “I had a sex dream about you,” she says, her voice laced with her heavy breathing.

“You did?” I ask, then lick across her collarbone. “I want you. So fucking much.”

“Yes,” she breathes.

I continue rubbing myself against her. “Was it a good dream?”

She nods. “Yes! Jude, I’m coming!” Her body shatters, rocking against mine, as the waves of her pleasure pulse through her.

It’s a miracle I don’t come with her.

When her climax subsides, I lean over to the bedside table and open the drawer. The only reason I know I have condoms here is because my annoying sisters put them in every nook and cranny when I finished building this place. I guess maybe they thought I’d finally find someone if I could bring them here.

Emory looks over her shoulder to see me dig in an industrial-sized box of Magnums.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I say.

“I didn’t say anything,” she says.

“My sisters discovered you can order anything from Amazon and well, they hid giant boxes of these all over my cabin.” I give her a sheepish smile as I hold up a square of foil.

“Your sisters know you wear the largest size?”

“Uh, no. That would be weird. They bought every variety imaginable. And when I say they, I mean they ordered me all of that on my account.”

She laughs. “I like your sisters.”

“I like them too. But I don’t want to talk about them any more.”

“Okay.”

I tear open the wrapper and roll the latex down my length.

“Do you even know how ridiculously hot you are?” she asks.

“I’m glad you think so. You’re so beautiful it makes my heart ache.” I kiss her again, slow and deep, trying to pour everything I feel for her into it. “Will you ride me, Peaches? So I can look at your face and your gorgeous body?”

She nods. Then raises herself up on her knees and lowers herself down my length.

I grip her ass while she seats herself and I’m ready to confess all my love and affection to her. Pretty sure this is not the right time for that.

“Fuck me, you’re tight,” I manage.

“So full,” she says. “I’m not going to tell you how big you are because I already stroked your ego by telling you how attractive you are.”

That makes me laugh.

Before my parents died, before I became celibate, I’d been with a few women. I enjoyed sex. I am a man, after all, but in truth, it had always felt hollow and not that much different than jacking off in the shower. It was a means to an end, but never any connection. It’s probably why it was easy for me to give it up so I could concentrate on my sisters.

This is evidently what I’d been missing. I wouldn’t have been able to give up Emory.

“We fit perfectly together,” I tell her. “Do you feel that?”

“I do,” she says.

I pump up into her, unable to wait any longer for her to move. Her slick pussy walls grip me so tightly. As I fuck her, I rub slow circles over her clit.

“Jude. Yes.” Her eyes fall closed and her head tilts back. Her long blonde hair brushes against my knees. And we move in tandem, me pumping up and her circling her hips.

“Please don't stop,” she says.

“I’m never going to stop, baby. You’re mine now. Say it.”

“I’m yours, Jude.”

“Fucking right you are.”

Two more thrusts and her pretty eyes widen. “I think I’m going to come.” Her mouth falls open and an orgasm rocks through her body.

The tight walls of her pussy milk my own release and I growl her name.