Devoted (The MMA Romance Series - Book #6)

by Alycia Taylor

  I stepped out of the truck and helped her down. I closed the pickup door and pushed her gently by her hips that I still had ahold of against the side of the truck and kissed her again. It took us a good ten minutes to get up to the door. We had to stop two more times before we made it inside. Once against a little tree and once again up against the stucco wall of the apartment building. That time Emmi complained about it scratching her back so we spun around to the door. I fumbled to get the key in the lock while my lips and tongue still explored her warm, sweet mouth. When the door finally came open, we nearly fell in.

  Once we were inside, I kicked the door shut with my foot.

  Taking her face in my hands I said, “God, you’re so beautiful, Emmi, I love you.”

  “I love you too,” she said in a breathless voice.

  Elated, I drew her into a tight embrace; her body pressed firmly against mine, her face nuzzled against my shoulder. She fit perfectly into my arms and I never wanted to let go. The feel of her breasts against my chest, her head on my shoulder, and her arms around my body...it was all going straight to my head.

  I stopped kissing her long enough to say, “Let’s go into the bedroom. I need you, now.”

  “I need you too,” she said, with tears welling up in her eyes. She blinked them back furiously and pressed her head to my chest again. I think it was because she didn’t want me to see the water glistening in her pretty blue eyes.

  I tipped her chin up with my hand and said, “Are you okay?”

  She nodded and said, “I’m perfect, everything is perfect. I’m just so happy, Brax.”

  “Me too,” I told her before I lowered my lips down to meet hers once again.

  I began walking us backwards down the hall as her soft, sweet lips were setting my body on fire. Her mouth was becoming more eager, desperate…she deepened the kiss and our tongues danced together in each other’s mouths. I could feel my heart pounding as I pushed open my bedroom door and Emmi reached down and grabbed hold of the bottom of my T-shirt. I stopped kissing her long enough to allow her to pull it over my head. Then my lips found the tender flesh of her neck and she arched it back to give me better access as she moaned. I nibbled on it for a few seconds and then moved up to her earlobe, causing her to gasp.

  My hands happily roamed her gorgeous body, unbuttoning things and pushing off what I could. She had her hands at my waist, unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them as I caressed her nipples through her shirt and bra. Then I slipped my hand down between her legs and felt the moisture building. I touched the top of her soft thigh and I couldn’t help myself, I ran my hands up under her shorts and felt the wetness against her silk panties.

  I finally focused enough to slip off her T-shirt and then I kissed her again as I reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. Her gorgeous breasts spilled out.

  “You’re so pretty, Emmi. God, I love looking at you.”

  But looking wasn’t enough. I had to touch them. I sucked on her neck as I fondled her breasts and tweaked her nipples. I leaned down to take one in my mouth, sucking the sweet, firm mound of flesh into my mouth as I ran my tongue across the hard nipple.

  “Mmm…All mine,” I said with a grin. Emmi grinned back, and nodded. She finally got my jeans undone and let them drop, along with my boxers.

  Wrapping her hand around my shaft and causing my whole body to quiver she said, “All mine?”

  “God, yes,” I told her. As long as this amazing woman stayed with me, I would never need another one…ever. I slipped her shorts down over her hips and thighs, letting them drop to the floor. She slipped off her shoes and stepped out of them all at once. I went back to work on her nipples. My tongue flicked across one of the erect buds and she whimpered. My other hand was slowly teasing the other one, pinching her nipple between my fingers.

  After a few minutes she whispered, “Touch me, Braxton…please,” in a sexy, husky voice. I shifted my mouth to her other nipple and let my hand drop to her thigh, just along her panty line. As I sucked on her nipples I slowly traced the cleft between her legs through her soaking wet panties.

  I had to swallow down the lust in a lump in my throat so I could speak as I said, “God, you’re wet.”

  She panted in response and her eyes held a hunger in them that made my cock twitch. I wanted her badly, but I wanted to drag it out and make it last. I pressed my finger back against her wet panties and felt her hard clit through the soft material. While I rubbed it, I began to nibble at her breasts, sucking them harder into my mouth. She was moving her body against my hand, urging me with her hips to rub harder, touch more. I slid my finger under the band of her panties and found her wetter than I had even imagined. My fingers began slowly, softly caressing her pussy. I moved them around her clit, teasing her slowly. I finally pulled her panties off and lay her down on the bed. I finished stepping out of the rest of my clothes and knelt next to the bed and continued my tracing of her aroused labia. Emmi must not have been able to take it anymore.

  She reached down and grabbed my head in her hands, pulling me up for another kiss. She crushed her mouth onto mine in a frantic kiss. Her body was molten with desire and she gripped me against her. Her kiss incensed me more and I slid my fingers to her engorged clit and began trailing my fingers across its surface.

  As I increased my tempo she gasped and said, “Don’t stop!”

  I didn’t stop; slipping a finger inside of her while I worked her clit. She began thrusting harder against my hand and moaning louder. I knew she was going to come and I slipped in a second finger when suddenly she cried out loudly, her pelvis arching up off the bed, her breathing coming in heavy gasps and a crimson glow to her face. I felt the gush of warm wetness against my hand.

  “You’re so sexy,” I told her.

  I shifted my position and kissed her mouth, her neck and her breasts. Then I kissed across her abdomen and down to her mound. When my face settled between her legs she opened them for me wider and let out a loud gasp as I blew a soft breath of air on her swollen clit before putting my tongue against it. She writhed and whimpered, grabbing my head and pushing my face deeper in between her legs. She moved with my tongue building momentum until once again she cried out and her whole body shook again with another orgasm. I could feel her legs quivering and as I rose up she reached for my face again, planting a hard kiss on me and then licking the taste of herself off my lips.

  With surprising strength she flipped me over. Her lips were suddenly wrapped around my throbbing erection and she seized control of the situation. I lay back, hoping she wouldn’t stop as she slowly flicked her tongue across the head of my cock, the whole time maintaining eye contact with me. I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t get to release soon. She was driving me crazy. She ran her tongue down my shaft and then slowly moved back up. She encircled me with her lips and swirled her tongue around the tip, slowly sliding her mouth down. I could feel her hot, wet lips moving down my shaft.

  I closed my eyes and groaned as she continued sucking me, bobbing her head faster and sucking harder.

  “Oh fuck…Oh God…Oh, Emmi…it feels so good!”

  It felt amazing, but I couldn’t stand it anymore. I flipped her over on her back and pressed the head of my cock against her engorged clit. I ran it up and down over it, teasing her. She groaned and whispered, “Make love to me, Braxton. With one swift motion, I thrust into her. “Oh! God, Braxton, Oh God!”

  I leaned down and kissed her lips, slowly increasing the tempo as she moved her hips up to meet mine and we got into a sexy rhythm. I broke off the kiss and nibbled on her neck for a while, stopping my motion every now and again, trying desperately to make it last. Every so often I would pull it all the way out and she would groan in protest and then cry out in pleasure when I would suddenly slam myself back into her. I took in a ragged breath and tried to still my pulsating cock. I was desperate for it not to end and desperate and aching for release at the same time.

  “Look at me, Emmi,” I said in a thick
voice. She pointed her beautiful blue eyes back at mine and I began thrusting again, slowly, allowing both of us to savor every inch as we remained locked in an intense gaze.

  I felt her muscles tightening around me again and she began to squirm and pant. She bit down on her lip and let out a sexy growl. That was it for me. I grabbed her legs and lifted them into the air, pressing them back toward her body and I began a punishing rhythm. I was slamming in and out of her relentlessly as she grabbed on to her thighs to hold her legs back for me. It made her even tighter and her whole body began to tremble as she cried out, “I love you!”

  I felt my cock pulse and I finally found my euphoric release. Our bodies were both trembling as I lowered her legs and then lowered my body down next to hers. I pulled her in close and we kissed tenderly.

  “I love you. Will you be mine forever?”

  Emmi looked at the ring on her finger and smiled. “I can’t wait,” she said.

  CONCLUSION

  EMMI

  I finally understood what all the romance novels and movies mean when they talk about “basking in the afterglow.” I was lying with Braxton, all wrapped up in each other and the only word for how I was feeling was euphoric. I was basking in it like it was a big light shining on me from overhead. My head was lying against his chest and it was rising up and down with each slow breath he took. He had fallen asleep and I felt content to lay with him holding me while he dreamed. I looked through the slit in the curtains at the big, silver moon. I thought it was completely appropriate for the way I was feeling.

  I thought back over the events. I needed a place to live. I had taken too long to start looking for one because I had been teaching at the summer camp and by that time, the dorms were full and there just seemed to be nothing available. I was certain it would go the same way as it had in the past, but on my last trip to buy my books and things before school started, I picked up one of the university papers. When I got home and opened it, Braxton’s ad was the first one I saw. I’m not even sure if I ever believed in fate, but that had to be what that was. If I had applied earlier and gotten into one of the dorms, who knows if we would have even met before he graduated. We conducted all of our business by email and that was good too. Had I met him before hand and realized how arrogant he was, I would have ran off and found another place. I laughed at myself again when I thought about how much time I wasted hiding out from him in my room instead of just talking to him. I guess it was all good since it worked out the way it did, but now that we were engaged and going to be married, I was going to have to get better at it.

  I was so intimidated by him at first. He was freaking gorgeous and I just thought he must be a narcissistic piece of…well, I didn’t think he would turn out to be very nice. I especially didn’t think so after our first meeting. He had been in the process of getting into some girl’s pants and he was angry that I interrupted him. I looked at him and just a few short months later it was hard for me to imagine him that way even though I was there and saw it for myself.

  I looked now and although I saw my gorgeous hunk of a fiancé, I also saw that sweet nerdy kid that he must have been in high school. I guessed it was something about being in love, but I ached in my chest for the kid who thought he had to completely remake himself to get anyone to even notice him.

  I didn’t want to intrude on his thoughts, but I was kind of curious what had happened between him and his dad at the house. It was nice to see them hug and I think Braxton even had tears in his eyes. I hoped for Braxton’s sake that his father was ready to clean up his act and be a real dad for a change.

  I thought about Zoe and how against the relationship she was to begin with and now she was one of our biggest advocates. I hoped that she would find happiness soon. I think she figured out that Mike’s not gay, but she just didn’t seem as enthusiastic about the relationship as she was before. Zoe has been such a good friend to me. It would be nice if she could find someone so that we could all do things as couples. I had to laugh at myself. I guess being completely happy makes you want everyone else around you to be completely happy too.

  When I was in high school, I was sure that when I got to this point in my life with a ring on my finger, it would be Trent’s ring that I wore. If this was fate, I would be forever grateful. Nothing with Trent was ever this good. I thought I was happy and in love with him. I guess maybe I was, but compared to the way I feel now, that was child’s play.

  I knew that I found the right guy or he found me. Either way I had no doubt that we were doing the right thing by getting married and I couldn’t wait to start our life together. In fact, I might just wake him up and start now.

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  Read Part 1 - Consumed (The MMA Romance Series - Book #1)

  Read Part 2 - Devoured (The MMA Romance Series - Book #2)

  Read Part 3 - Addicted (The MMA Romance Series - Book #3)

  Read Part 4 – Damaged (The MMA Romance Series – Book #4)

  Read Part 5 – Committed (The MMA Romance Series – Book #5)