Icouldn’t contain myself any longer. Not with Eva. Not with how beautiful she was and how comfortable she made my daughter and how much sunshine she brought into my life. Her walking into a room lit it up, but her smile did something to me that I couldn’t deny any longer. During my entire shoot with Jorge, all I thought about was Eva. During every hiccup and every command and every run-through on set, all I thought about was coming home, not just to my daughter, but to her.
And as my hands slid beyond her off-shouldered sweatshirt, I felt her naked skin against my fingertips for the very first time, causing me to growl as my mouth fell against her neck.
“Oh, my God,” Eva whispered.
I nibbled against her pulse point as my hands slid up to her tits. Her puckered nipples poked against her bra, and I wanted nothing more than to free them. To release them just so I could lap against her hardened peaks. I needed to stop. I needed to stop being so damn selfish before I ruined something extraordinary that had come into my daughter’s life.
But, I couldn’t contain myself.
“Shit,” she hissed.
I growled against her skin. “I want you so badly.”
Her legs spread for me. “Then, take me because I won’t tell you to stop.”
Something popped inside of me, and I wrapped my arms around her back. I picked her up from the countertop and buried my face into her tits as I walked her into the living room. We fell onto the couch, and food crumbs tumbled everywhere. Our clothes came off in a flurry of passionate need before her legs slid over my shoulders. The smell of her womanhood filled my nostrils. I wanted so desperately to taste her with my tongue until her thighs quivered around my head.
But, my cock leaked with a need that guided me straight to her throbbing entrance before I sank every inch of myself into her precious, beautiful, warm body.
“Oh, fuck,” Eva groaned.
I grunted. “Fucking—ah, so tight. Holy hell.”
I bent her in half and propped myself up, watching as her face contorted in pleasure. I snapped my hips against hers as her gorgeous curves jumped against my body. And the more I sank into her, the more my day faded away.
With every thrust, I forgot about work.
With every moan, I forgot about that set.
With every kiss, I forgot about the fight I’d had with Marissa in the car coming home.
And with every roll of her hips against my own, she pulled me into her world.
“Gavin. Don’t stop. Right there. Oh, shit. Right there. Don’t stop. Just like that.”
I panted for air as beads of sweat gathered on the nape of my neck. “Come for me, Eva. Do it. Squeeze that dick.”
She wrapped her hands around my forearms. “Gavin!”
I captured her lips with my own, silencing her cries of passion. I growled down the back of her throat as she unraveled against me, quaking and milking my cock for all it was worth. That coil in my gut tightened from my toes to my nose, causing my muscles to contract as I sank myself into her pulsing warmth one last time. Then, my body collapsed as my balls pulled up, unleashing my pent-up stress against her walls, coating her as she panted beneath me, her body splayed out for my taking.
I buried my face in the crook of Eva’s neck as my cock sat inside of her body. Our intermingled juices pumped out with every pulse of her pussy, but I didn’t care. I needed to get the furniture cleaned anyway. I logged the mental note away, for now, knowing damn good and well, it would haunt me until I did something about it.
And as I kissed her skin softly, Eva’s voice filled my ear. “Want to talk about it?”
I nuzzled my nose against her jawline. “Ah, won’t change anything.”
She ran her fingers through my hair. “Might help, though. Always helps me.”
I puffed out my cheeks with a sigh and slid from between her legs. No use in having this conversation with us in such a compromising position. I leaned back on my haunches and held out my hand, helping her upright before the two of us leaned against the back of the couch.
Dammit, she’s gorgeous in the moonlight.
“My ex-wife, Marissa, has already fired Camila.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait; what? Why?”
I scoffed. “Why does my ex-wife do anything? Because that’s what she felt like at the moment.”
