Chapter 11
passing with flying colors
Emerald
saturday night
I peel off his waistband, freeing the dick I’ve been dreaming about for weeks. Eagerness to please him takes over as I flatten my tongue over his veiny shaft. When he shuts his eyes, I borrow a page from his book, removing my mouth until he returns my gaze.
“Focus, Daddy,” I taunt, slapping his dick on my tongue.
“Show me what a good student you are.”
Yes, Sir.
I work him into my mouth, fisting his base as I moan around his length, and squeeze my thighs together. The ache between my legs throbs as he showers me with praise. The curses under his breath are full of praise and I study his expressions as I worship, noting what drives him wild.
“You look so beautiful, Emmy. Swallow on the dick.”
Oh my God.
I open my throat, easing him in deeper, and I swallow, doing as I’m told.
“Just like that. Such a good girl.” He sighs, cradling my head. “Breathe, Emmy. You’re making Daddy so happy.”
I release him from my mouth and sit back on my feet, catching my breath. Need pulses in my core, making my eyes water as I resist.
“Is my girl needy again? Desperate to have those greedy holes filled?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please. Please?” I beg.
“You sound so sweet begging for me.” He tilts my chin up. “You want me to fuck you?”
I nod eagerly, no longer caring how it makes me look.
I need him inside of me.
“Hold your legs back. You can touch yourself while you wait.”
I sprawl out on the mattress, spreading my legs and toying with my clit as I observe him. Rodney rounds the bed to grab a condom from the bedside table, making quick at rolling it on himself as I tend to my swollen clit, biting back my moans.
“Is that how you play when you think of me? Hmm?” he asks, climbing onto the bed and removing my heels to kiss my feet.
He lines himself up with my entrance, easing into me as I adjust to his size. “I know it’s big, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” He grips my waist, feeding me more, inching deeper until he bottoms out.
Whimpers escape my throat as he thrusts into me, leaning forward to claim my lips in a passionate kiss. He’s breathtaking. Both tender and rough in all the right ways. Rodney doesn’t just fuck, he adores, catering to every need whether you ask or not.
“I knew you could take me. You feel amazing wrapped around my dick. Shit, baby.” He hisses, resting his forehead on mine, thrusting harder as I match his energy. “Fuck it like it’s yours.”
Oh shit.
“You’re gonna make me fuckin’ come,” I wail, digging my nails into his back.
“Do it then. Come on my dick,” he orders with a groan in my neck.
Once again, I succumb to my need at his command, granting him ownership that he rightfully assumes. Flames engulf my curvaceous frame and I crumble with his name on my lips.
He sits up on his hands, staring down as his chest heaves over mine.
“How are you feeling, Emmy?”
“Like I can take some more.”
“Careful, now. I may have to carry you out of here.” He chuckles.
“I mean, I wouldn’t say no.” I quip, smiling up at him.
He rises up, climbing off the bed, and my stomach sinks at the thought of this being over already. As if he can hear my thoughts, he approaches the bed, waving the toy remote in his hand, seeking silent approval, and I nod.
“Bend over and show me that perfect ass,” he commands, breaking the awkward silence.
I roll over and crawl to the middle of the bed, arching my back as directed, displaying my round ass for his eyes only. The mattress dips behind me, followed by a faint hum as he adjusts the plug settings, rolling my eyes back with every abrupt switch until he settles on a lower speed.
He ain’t right for this, but I said I could take more.
He slaps his dick against my clit in tandem and I nearly combust, clenching on nothing as I endure the delicious torture of being used by Rodney Wilde. He plunges into me, stealing my breath as he matches my need, acting as if he knows me better than I know myself.
Maybe he does.
His hips buck as he pounds relentlessly into me, crying out while his thumb toys with the plug. “Give me one more, Emmy.”
“Oh, God. Yes,” I sob into the pillow, clawing at the sheets.
My restraint unravels, tossing me over the cliff as I let go once more. He follows, coming with a roar I’d play on a constant loop, peppering my back with kisses as we come back to Earth.
Rodney pulls out with a sigh, slumping off to the side before cradling me in his arms. I nestle into his chest, greeted by a thumping heartbeat while he holds me close.