Chapter 18
Eat my pussy and make me come.
Fuck, it’s all I want to do.
I want to bury myself in her and feel her wetness everywhere. I want to walk around with evidence of her desire on my face, in my hair, and taste her throughout the day. The taste of her threatens the small bit of restraint I have left.
She consumes me, and every word makes it more difficult to keep back.
She’s on the edge, right where I want her, but I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to keep her there and hold myself back at the same time. Her pussy clenches around my finger, tight, insistent, her breathing erratic and her hips jerking desperately for more friction.
I’ve never felt a tighter pussy, never been this hard, to the point where my dick throbs in time with the rhythm of my fingers. It’s everything I can do not to take her right here on the floor and really make her mine. Not just by statement, but by physical might.
I keep her exactly where she is, her leg on my shoulder. One hand works her bare and beautiful cunt while the other holds her in place. She’s sweet, tasting better than I imagined, but I’m not done with her yet.
Not by a long shot.
We’ve got a lot more playing to do before she’s off the hook. As long as I can keep my wits about me and not lose control, or come in my pants like a fucking teenager with a wet dream.
She’s exactly that, I think as I stare down at her. Her tits are out, her pussy bare, her breath making her tremble and her face pinked from pleasure. Empire Stone is a wet dream come to life.
I shake my head at her whimpers of need.
“Well? What are you going to do?” she whispers. “Your mouth, Marcus…”
I’m on my knees and straighten my back, towering over her. She wants me to eat her out? I’m just enough of a bastard to do the opposite and keep her from having what she wants. She’ll come, all right, but not because of my tongue. And not because I fuck her, either.
I’ve got to keep at least a shred of decency here.
But she’s so pretty on her back, ready to be ravaged. I’m not so far gone to lose control now.
Inspiration strikes, and my fingers fumble to push my sweatpants down and release my cock. Truly, it would be better if I had a belt to loop around her wrists. I catch her eyes before she breaks contact and glances down.
They go wide, then narrow. She licks her lips again in a way that makes me wish for another blowjob. Not yet. Not this time.
“You’re so tasty,” I say. “Delicious.”
I take my cock in hand, working the shaft up and down and smearing pre-cum all over the head, watching her widen her legs further.
“But I’m not going to fuck you, Empire.” I want to. Damn me, I want to fuck her more than I’ve wanted anything else, but I can’t bring myself to take her virginity. Not yet.
I stroke myself from the tip of me to the base of my balls and back again. Careful. I’ll jack myself to completion before we’re done here, and there’s still plenty I want to do to tease her before I cover her in cum.
I brace on one hand, keeping the other on my cock, and kiss my way along the line of her left leg, all the way up to her stomach before licking a circle around her nipple. They’re both hard little buds at this point.
Gods, she feels right. Every part of her.
And she agreed.
She belongs to me, even if she doesn’t know exactly what she’s agreed to. Even if she doesn’t know the whole truth of me or the fucked-up things I’ve had to cover up from my past. She doesn’t understand, and I’m not sure I’m strong enough to tell her.
She’ll never look at me the same way again once it’s out in the open.
“Marcus,” Empire groans my name. “What are you doing to me? Stop teasing and do it.”
“I’m playing with you.” I tease her by stroking the head of my cock along her wet seam without sliding inside, working through her folds until her breathing catches, torturing us both at the same time. How easy to notch my head inside her, just the first inch.
I steal her kiss and bite down on her lower lip myself.
“I thought you were going to fuck me.” She arches her hips again. “Take me. Make me yours completely. Please.”
“You’re already mine.” Her gaze meets mine as I start to thrust against her, keeping my dick outside of her body when I so desperately want to slide inside.
Bracing to keep my weight off her, our eyes locked, I work her body, dry humping her until the friction has her moaning and dropping her head back. The orgasm rips through her, Empire contorting her body, swallowing her scream.
I still my movements and wait for her to come down from the peak.
She shifts only long enough to grab me, to take my cock in hand and guide it where she needs it the most. She pulls me toward her glistening cunt insistently, and I shift back.
I still won’t fuck her.
“Not yet.” The line is there for a reason, a line I have to keep in place. Otherwise, I’m going to be fucking lost, and there will be no coming back from that. “Take me in your mouth and suck me off.”
A fierce smile twists her features. She won’t let go of my dick, sliding her palm along the length of me enticingly. “I think you just love putting your dick in my mouth. Maybe you love it more than the thought of putting your dick in other places.”
I groan at the way she says it, the slow slide of her movements and her overheated skin on mine. But she’s not wrong. “I’m sure I will love putting it anywhere you want it to go,” I tell her.
“Except inside me. You won’t do that.”
If I start down that road, then I won’t be able to stop myself. It’s hard enough to keep it at oral sex, especially with the taste of her still on my tongue. I just need to come, and then I’ll gain a little of my control back. Just need to feel the hot recesses of her mouth, and I’ll—
Empire slides between my legs, keeping hold of my dick. Soon, it’s level with her tits, and I have half a second to think about asking her to stop while I fuck them before she takes me between her lips. My eyes roll back in my head.
The softness of her tongue and lips are countered by the firm grasp she has on the base of my cock. She laps at the underside before sucking on the head again, scraping her teeth against me slightly, like she’s in control of my movements.
I give her several seconds to play before I say, “Hands at your sides.”
“What? You don’t want me to touch you?”
I glare at her, my dick bouncing against her lower lip.
“I’m not going to repeat myself, Empire. If you want this…then you’ll do what I say.”
Eventually, she relents and places her palms down on her knees while I shift position, my balls dangling at her chin while I work her mouth. I keep the tempo slow at first, easing inside of her.
“Wider. Open your mouth wider,” I urge.
She does this without hesitation, and with her eyes on mine, I increase the tempo, sliding forward until the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat and back out again. There is no sweeter sound than her groans with every thrust.
“Keep it open, baby girl.”
She fights me once I start to fuck her face, faster and harder than I have before. Her hands go to my legs in protest, her eyes widening as tears spring up. My hips surge forward until those tears start to pour down her cheeks. Her gag reflex is going into overdrive.
“Breathe through your nose,” I urge through gritted teeth. “Take it all.”
Gagging her this way is a power move for sure. It’s also the only reprieve I’ll allow myself, found in the confines of her mouth. She has her jaw lowered as wide as she can go, and her tongue flicks the underside of my cock with every thrust, making me groan. Her eyes blink with fresh tears, but she stops fighting me and doesn’t try to pull her head away, not even when I press my cock to the back of her throat and she gags loudly.
More tears stream down the side of her face as saliva pools in her mouth. Spit drains down her chin and drips onto her bare tits, but I don’t stop.
My balls tighten.
“Take it all,” I demand with a grunt, dangerously close to orgasm. “Swallow every last fucking drop. I want you to taste me the way I taste you.”
The sensation is exquisite, her mouth soft, the pressure inside of me building.
Empire does as she’s told and grips her knees to keep from touching me while I come, grinding my pelvis against her face in one last thrust. My dick spasms, hot cum shooting down her throat. She stares up at me through the entire thing, and I’m a goner. She swallows convulsively to get it all down, but the orgasm won’t stop, and I won’t pull out of her mouth until she’s gotten every drop.
I grip the base of my wet cock with my other hand and work out the rest, a few dots speckling her cheeks and jaw. The force of the orgasm almost knocks me off to the ground, and I pant, lightheaded.
Holy fuck.
Yes. I want to remember her exactly like this: tears streaming, cum dripping from the corner of her mouth…every bit of it. She’s always been beautiful, but like this, compliant while she sucks my cock, Empire is breathtaking.
I hold eye contact while I tuck myself back into my pants, giving her a cold look before saying, “Do not play games with me. You understand?”
She sucks in a breath but doesn’t move.
“You have no idea what you”re getting into, and if you keep trying to best me, you’ll find out soon enough that you won’t ever win.”
As much as I hate myself for pushing her this far, it’s worth it to have this time with her, knowing she’ll let me go as far as I allow myself to. Not only is it an ego stroke, but it twists something inside me, brings feelings to the surface I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever.
It’s a power move to leave her there on her back, her face and mouth covered in my cum and her pussy dripping from the remnants of her own orgasm. I force myself not to look back at her, to stand and give her my back, adjusting my spent dick in my pants and walking out of the room.
It hadn’t just been about winning, though. It’s one thing to be crystal clear with Empire and another to be clear with myself. Whatever I do with her isn’t really a game. It’s because I want her. I want her in a way that borders on obsession, and in all honesty, will probably damn me to hell if I’m not already destined to go.
I want her, but I won’t make this easy for her. It’s not who I am, not who I want to be.
My mind stays with her in that upstairs spare room as I make my way back down to the office and shut the door behind me.
The script is open on the desk, and I slowly flip it closed, staring at the title page.
Today’s adventure put Empire in her place, surely, but it also did the same for me. Trailing her upstairs might not have been the best idea, but I wasn’t about to let her run off and not teach her a lesson. She’d taken my breath away for several reasons during the scene.
How am I going to force myself to let her go?
How am I going to watch her act the scene out with another man while I remember how it feels to kiss her, the sound of her incoherent moans as I gag her mouth?
I’ve done the impossible before, I remind myself, sliding down into the swivel chair behind the desk. I’ll have to do it again. Only I’m looking at four years of guiding her and trying to keep my hands to myself.
Past that point now, a small voice speaks up from the back of my head.
Way too far gone to go backward.
The only solution would be to have her sign the papers freeing us both from the terms of the will, and I’m not about to do that. I’d rather suffer. I’d rather torture myself with her nearness.