Free J Roars by Emily Eck Page B

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    She asked me more about what I'd been doing. I told her about my time in San Antonio and that I'd stayed at a hotel between Monterrey and Ciudad Victoria, as well as a little house on the east side of Monterrey. I told her this with as much of her skin touching mine as possible. It was like I couldn't get close enough to her. She asked me some questions about Dig, probably trying to piece together who he was, especially after their not so friendly encounter the previous day.
    " Dig has handled things on this side of the border.”
    “By himself?”
    “Naw, he’s got Son with him most of the time.”
    “Who’s he?”
    “Dig’s son,” I clarified.
    “What’s his name?”
    “Son.” I smiled at her, knowing she wasn't amused with my antics. “He is Dig’s son and the poor boy got nicknamed Son. I’d have to think real hard to remember his real name. Haven’t heard it in years.”
    “How long are you going to stay here? In Mexico, I mean?”
    “I planned to stay at least until after the first of the month when Burns didn’t get his drugs. Then I was going to make a new plan of action from there based on what the brothers in Missouri told me. But now,” I said, pulling her closer to me, “I may stay longer.” With that I flipped her over, ready to stop talking shop. I needed to be inside her.
    “What about killing Burns? I mean, not that I want you to, but I thought you were all hell bent on it?”
    “I was. But seeing you, having you, touching you—I could give a fuck about Burns so long as the asshole dies, and Fret would be just as happy to avenge Ratchet’s murder as me.”
    "Who's Fret?"
    "One of my brothers."
    She wrapped her legs around me even tighter, and I'm sure she could feel how hard I was for her.
    “Well, I’m here ‘til Christmas. You wanna kick it in Mexico with me?”
    “I wanna kick it with you wherever you are—forever.”
    Elle did this thing where she pulls my boxers down with her feet and her toes. It was oddly sexy, as was the fact that she didn't shy away from taking charge and pulling herself on top of me, burying my cock inside her soaking wet pussy.
    “Forever,” she moaned. That was it, no more slow kissing, ear suckling, and gentle touching. I flipped her onto her back. She wrapped her arms around me, and I sat up enough to pull her off the bed a few inches. I slid my arms under her back, cradling her head in my hands. Her legs were around me, but I maneuvered her so that her legs were together, her calves laying on mine. I built a cage around her with my body, watching her submit to me, making her vulnerable, something that wasn't easy for either of us except when we were together. I'd never met a woman I'd bared so much of myself to, and I'm sure she'd say the same.
    At that moment, she wasn't saying much of anything, more so moaning and making sounds there were no letters in the alphabet for. God, I wanted to own every inch of her, and in those few minutes while she was in the cage that was my body, she was mine, all mine, and only mine. Those whimpers coming off her lips were mine. The twitching of her pussy was mine. Her first, second, and third orgasm—all mine.
    I shoved my hands into her hair, pulling and pushing my cock in and out of her, something I wanted to do all day long. Her limbs were limp beneath me having lost control of them amidst the multiple orgasms she'd had. I shoved my face into her hair and inhaled the scent that was uniquely hers. Shit, I was close, I could feel my dick throbbing inside her. I was gonna blow any second, and it was sure to be explosive. I'd been away from her for too long, jerked off to her picture too many times, and had the image of her face in my mind every moment, every second.
    “My sun. My light. My life,” I moaned, shoving my face into her neck as I felt the first drops of liquid explode from my cock inside of her. “There’ll never be another one for me than you. You are my sun. My one. My only.”
    “My