Heart of Stone Emery and Jackson - Chiquita Dennie (summer reading list txt) 📗

SITTING INSIDE OF SYBIL’S something told me to look up. The woman that walked through the door took my breath away. I was waiting on my friend Brent to come back from a telephone call that he needed to step out for when an aroma passed by me with a lingering smell of peaches. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She walked right past my table. I stood around 6’3 in height with smooth chocolate brown skin, six-pack abs, broad shoulders, small dimples on each cheek and a short goatee.

From that moment on I decided she would be mine. When Brent came back inside, and I pointed her out, he made it known that she’s off limits. At first when Brent said it every muscle in my body tensed and my blood boiled. He noticed my rage with my fist opening and closing and eyes narrowing. Quickly he informed me Emery not only works for him but also just got out of a relationship with a friend of his that cheated on her with her best friend.

Now here we are both walking into the W Hotel, that I often use when entertaining clients or when I need female companionship. They make sure everything’s to my liking when I visit.  It didn’t hurt that the owners are lifelong ticket holders at our races.

Before I slide the key into the door, Emery reaches her small, dainty soft hand around my neck and leans her heaving breasts against my chest. We kissed, first lightly, then more urgently, my tongue in her mouth, her hips tilted against me, her entire body sending a message there was no denying. Both fighting for dominance that neither would relinquish.

Her tongue fluttered against my lips, and I was running my hands through the softness of her hair. It was like we were two teenage high school kids trying to become one at the moment. Her not knowing where I start and me not knowing where she ends.

She nibbled at my ear, bottom lip. Smoothing her fingertips, down my chest, sighing, whispering, "I need you now." Backing her up against the bedroom door, we both twist the knob to the bedroom and walk inside not leaving any space in between. I opened the curtains and kept the lights turned off, silently standing there as she slowly peels off her clothing.

Laying her back onto the bed, she props herself onto her elbows and watches as I pull off her shoes one by one. Massaging, then kissing each toe and hearing her low moans come from her plump beautiful lips is making the anticipation even higher. Squeezing and biting delicately.

Emery helped unbutton my shirt, then eased my briefs over my hips; brushing the length of my cock with her palm before taking me entirely in her mouth. I sighed, eyes shut, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt, when Emery gave a throaty moan, then rolled her mouth from base to tip and whispered,

"Look at me."

I looked and saw that she had her eyes open, locked on me, as she hollowed her cheeks and slid me all the way down. I wondered how dumb Anthony was to cheat on someone like her. At the same time, I needed to make sure she never does this with anyone else. After tonight she’s mine.

"What?" Emery asked.

"Shh," I said, pulling her up so, we’re face-to-face again. I slid my hands between her legs, positioning my index finger and thumb in her beautiful tight pussy.  She nuzzled against me, kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobe. "Ooh," she whispered. "Yes! Oh, oh, oh," she sighed, as I worked a finger against the slick walls. I watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against my wrist and arched her back. Squirming before she froze, all the muscles in her legs and belly tense and quiver, as I feel her contract against my fingers.

Before she could recover, I rolled her onto her back and slipped inside her. I didn't move as I took in her wet, tight, and warm mound; trying to hold onto the little bit of composure I had left before releasing and turning into a minuteman. I was thinking of anything dealing with politics, sports or the last race we lost to distract me from coming too early.

“Jackson!”

“Yes, Sweetness?”

“Please...”

Leaning over to lay soft, gentle kisses on her forehead, and lips, I started to thrust at an even pace. I needed to savor this moment.

“Mmmm... you feel so good,” Emery whispered.

“You do too, Sweetness,” I groaned into her ear as I sped up pounding into her wetness. Falling deeper into her canal.

Grabbing her left leg around my waist and placing her right one against my shoulder I was able to delve deeper into her.

“Arghh...God wait!”

Seeing the tears in her eyes, I kissed the pain and pleasure away as best as I could.

“I’ve waited long enough for you.”

She opens her eyes, and we both stare into each other as I continue to pull as she pushes her hand against my lower stomach.

"Move your hand, sweetness.” 

Emery shook her head no, I smirked and released her left leg. Grabbing both of her hands, I ravaged her neck, then leaned to her chest to lick, and nuzzle her breasts. After placing a condom on, my goal was to make sure I left a mark, so she’ll never forget our time together.

“Shit, Emery... Fuck.” 

I picked up the pace as the headboard started hitting the wall. I felt my orgasm nearing and pulled out, stroking my dick faster as she jumped up and took me into her mouth as she sucked the last of my seed from the condom.

“Arghhh...Fuck Sweetness!” I cried out.

Putting on another condom, and I turned her on her side. Lifting her leg, I tapped my dick up and down her clit teasing and watching the faces she’s made as she tried to push me away. Finally, feeling like she’s had enough, I slowly eased back in.

“Fuck, Emery...You’re so warm and tight, baby.”

I needed her to come at least once more with me, "It's too much..." she moaned with her mouth gaped open. I leaned over and bit her bottom lip and grabbed her chin holding her in place as I plunged my tongue into her mouth. Trying to dominate every part of her body.

"Oh, God," she whispered, swiveling her hips in a way I knew would send me right over the edge. "Ughhh wait. Sweetness, shittt..." I whispered.

Her heavy breathing increased as my thrusts slowed down. Wanting to be near, she wrapped her arms around my neck and tilted closer for a kiss, she took a deep steady breath, and I was able to flip her over and lay her flat on her stomach. I plunged my tongue into her sweet heavenly pussy and told her to ride my tongue the way she just pleased my dick.

She gasped and shut her eyes, and then neither of us could speak. She had one hand on the headboard the other slowly tightened around the sheets grasping for anything that will help her escape.

"You feel so good," she whispered and then I couldn't hold back any longer. I plunged inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that heat. Emery moaned, pulling her hands away from the headboard and sheets. I tightened my hold on her with her arms behind her and leaned over with my chest to her back.

"Oh, baby," I gasped as she turned her head and put her lips against my ear, whispering my name over and over, like a song.

A few hours later, Emery was still in my arms, curled against my chest, and said, "I’ll let you rest for a few hours before round two," in a joking tone with her hands balled into fists. She punched lightly at my chest, easing my arms around her. I ran my hands down her soft, coffee brown skin as we drift off to sleep.

I wake up reaching out for her and realize she’s no longer in bed. Getting up to check the bathroom and kitchen, all her things are missing. Chuckling to myself how I’m the one always leaving before the women wake up.

“I guess Emery Stone’s in for a chase.”