**”Let Me In You”**

I had been teasing Emi all night, brushing my fingers against her thigh under the table at dinner, whispering dirty shit in her ear when no one was looking. She kept squirming in her seat, biting her lip, trying so damn hard to keep her composure. But I knew—I *always* knew—when she was ready. And right now, her flushed cheeks and the way her nipples were pressing against her thin top told me everything.

By the time we got back to my place, she was already unbuttoning my jeans in the hallway, her hand sliding down the front of my boxers. “Fuck, you’re so hard,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around my cock. I groaned as she stroked me, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip.

“Yeah? You like that?” I grabbed her waist, spinning her around and pressing her against the wall. She let out a little gasp as I yanked her shorts down, my fingers slipping between her thighs. “Jesus, Emi, you’re *dripping*.”

She whimpered when I pushed two fingers inside her, her wet pussy clenching around me. “God, yes—please, I need you,” she begged, arching her back.

I didn’t make her wait. I dropped to my knees right there in the hallway, hooked her leg over my shoulder, and buried my face between her thighs. Her taste exploded on my tongue, sweet and salty, and I groaned against her clit as I lapped at her.

“Fuck, fuck, *fuck*,” she chanted, her hands tangling in my hair, grinding against my mouth.

I sucked her clit hard, fucking her with my fingers, curling them just right until she was shaking, gasping, her thighs squeezing my head as she came.

But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I pulled her down onto the floor, kissing her hard as I positioned myself between her legs. She reached between us, gripping my cock and guiding me to her entrance.

“Let me in you,” I growled, pressing against her.

“*Yes*—”

I slid into her with one deep thrust, both of us groaning as her tight heat enveloped me. “Fuck, you feel *so good*,” I muttered, bottoming out inside her.

She wrapped her legs around my hips, urging me deeper. “Harder,” she panted, nails digging into my shoulders.

I gave her what she wanted—pounding into her, each thrust making her whimper, her tits bouncing as I fucked her. The sound of our skin slapping together mixed with her moans, her wetness coating my cock. I could feel her getting tighter, her cunt gripping me like she didn’t want to let go.

“You gonna cum again?” I grunted, slamming into her.

She nodded frantically, her mouth open in a silent scream. I reached between us, rubbing her clit in rough circles, and that was all it took—she shattered underneath me, her whole body shaking, her pussy milking my cock.

I wasn’t far behind. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up,” I warned, my balls tightening.

“*Yes*,” she begged, “cum inside me, please—”

I came so hard it almost hurt, my cock pulsing as I buried myself deep inside her, pumping her full. She moaned, clenching around me, milking every last drop.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing hard, sweaty and wrecked.

“Holy shit,” she panted, a lazy smile on her face.

I kissed her, slow and messy. “Yeah. Holy shit.”