Dana Bell - The Ornament - Max and Emma

He growled, sliding the head of his cock into her pussy. “No ménage a trios-ish.”

“Okay.”

He began sliding into her with a shallow series of thrusts, never completely entering her.

She whimpered. “Please?”

“Please what?”

She growled, grabbing him by the ears. “Please fuck me before I break out the grapefruit spoon!”

He threw his head back and laughed, slamming into her so hard his balls slapped loudly against her ass. “God, I love you.”

She snarled, bucking her hips. “Now, Lion-O.”

“Anything for my Curana.” He began fucking her in quick, hard jabs, no longer in the mood to play. He was much more in the mood to come.

But not before he got her to say the words. He reached down, stroking her clit in time with his thrusts, pushing her back to the edge of orgasm.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

The feel of her coming around him drove him over the edge. His teeth pierced his mark on her neck, sending her even deeper into the spiral of her orgasm. He poured himself into her, her spasms wringing every last drop from him as stars burst behind his eyelids.

He collapsed on top of her, panting, exhausted, and loving the feel of her still quivering around him. She was the miracle he’d never thought he’d find.

Emma stroked her mate’s sweat-damp hair. “Yes.”

Max smiled against her neck, purring.

“By the way, don’t you think shoving a light bulb up baby Jesus’ butt and plugging it in is just a little sacrilegious?”

“Emma!”

She giggled.

Oh yeah. Life is very good.