Un-Hate Me (Enemies to Lovers Romance) (DOM for Hire Book 3), Hazel Parker [ebook smartphone .TXT] 📗

minutes before she started moaning about how close she was to orgasm. That just told me to keep doing what I was doing, so I closed my eyes and focused my tongue on pressing harder, darting faster, and just otherwise having my way with her clit. Her whole body started to shake; even my hands pinning her hips down could not contain her shaking.

“Oh, Burke, yes…”

Nothing mattered but making her come. Nothing.

“Right there.”

She was mine. She was exactly where I wanted her to be. Under my spell.

And coming.

“Fuck!”

There it was. Shaking so violent, trembling so aggressive, I gave up trying to hold her down—no, I chose to let her free. The pinning had served its purpose. She thrashed about a little more, all the while my face remaining glued to her pussy, pressing her further and further into orgasm. I felt like I was riding a bull trying to shake me off.

“Oh my God, OK stop!”

Finally, I acquiesced. I stopped and sat back, proud of my accomplishments. Emily lay face down on the bed, trying to catch her breath, her body still trembling, like little currents of electricity shooting through it.

“Holy fuck, Burke,” she said.

I rose to my feet, standing proud in admiration. Aside from my belt being unbuckled, I actually hadn’t gotten any of my clothing off. Something told me that would change momentarily. I knew Emily wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Why the fuck did this take so long?”

I shrugged.

“Better late than never.”

There was a lot more to it than that, obviously. But I wasn’t about to disrupt the moment with a soliloquy about how far we’d come. That could come when we weren’t trying to make the other come.

“Oh, fuck, you’d better get naked now.”

“I would be delighted,” I said as I removed my shirt.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

I snorted. I did my part. I really didn’t think I did anything special fitness-wise, but I suppose it was a sorry state for most men that I was considered as good in shape as I was.

“I do a few crunches here and there,” I said as I tossed my shirt to the ground.

“Oh yeah?” she said. “Why don’t you do one now so you can take those boxers off?”

I smirked and did as commanded. My cock, by now so stiff a mere jerk could probably get it to explode, sprung out. Emily actually gasped.

“I don’t know how that’s going to fit in me,” she said. “But I suppose we’ll give it a try.”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” I said. “The only dramatic thing that’s going to happen is the ensuing orgasms.”

I climbed up over to Emily. Instinct told me to put a condom on, but I thankfully never hesitated and realized the absurdity of that notion on two levels, anyway.

One, Emily was pregnant. So there was no “pregnancy risk” because that “risk” had been realized. I suppose she could have had some STDs, but by this point in the game, I feel like that would have come up.

Two, and most importantly, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time we had sex. We’d have many more moments. There was trust and commitment and intimacy. We weren’t going to fuck around with anyone but the other.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so horny just imagining you inside me,” Emily said. “The anticipation is killing me.”

I arched an eyebrow and slid right inside her.

And wouldn’t you fucking know it, once again, it somehow felt better than the dream I’d had. And like I said, that was a damn good dream, so it wasn’t like I was extrapolating some quick fantasy into something bigger.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured.

Pussy always felt good. But there was something about Emily in particular that left me a bit speechless. I didn’t know how to fucking describe it other than to say it was the best damn pussy I’d ever had wrapped around me. Sure, I’d had my fair share of women in the past, but I could say none felt as good as Emily.

And not just in the physical sense, either.

And from there, I just lost myself in Emily.

There was something about this woman that made me not just focused on how tight and warm she felt, but on how together I felt with her. I knew from the moment I’d come back after finally killing Snake that she’d be mine, but sometimes, the dom mindset could be a curse. The belief that I could make anyone mine sometimes led to me taking women that weren’t the most ideal. Fortunately, that same mindset also led to me dumping them before things got too rushed, but it wasn’t always an enjoyable ride.

But with Emily, it felt like I didn’t need to be dom. I wanted to, and so I would, but I could just be with her. It felt natural. It felt fucking right to be with her.

And so, regardless of the position, regardless of how fast or slow I fucked her, I always felt connected to her. I suppose this must have been what Scott and Liam had felt at different points, but it didn’t matter if they did or didn’t.

I just knew Emily Lorne would be mine.

I made her come at least twice more, that much I was aware of. The first was when I was on top of her and had just started. Maybe the initial burst of pleasure got to her? I was happy either way so long as she came. The second came when I took her doggy style. Both times, the way she said my name…oh, fuck yes.

I finally came into her when she was on top and I had pulled her close into me, slamming my hips up into her. I bit down into her traps when I came, for it happened with such a force of