Chapter 32 Emmett
THIRTY-TWO
EMMETT
We’re barely through the front door of the cabin before I’m devouring Stella’s mouth.
My foot was like a lead weight against the gas pedal for the entire drive, my cock harder than it’s ever been with all the depraved thoughts running through my mind.
Watching her defend our relationship to her mom did something to me, and now all I can focus on is claiming her in the filthiest ways.
“You taste so fucking good,” I rush out, my tongue dominating hers as I pull at the hem of her shirt.
I only break our connection long enough to tear it over her head, kissing her again while I work to get rid of her bra.
It’s on the floor in no time, her sweet little moans vibrating through my entire body as I pinch both nipples between my fingertips.
She throws her head back in pleasure, but it’s short-lived, because I’m way too frenzied not to take what I want from this woman right now.
“You said you’d use your last breath to apologize for what you did to me,” I drawl darkly, reaching down to unfasten my jeans.
She watches with rapt attention as I pull my aching erection from my boxer briefs, stroking slowly while fire ignites behind her gaze.
Gripping her chin, I tilt her head so she’s focused on the rough demand as it leaves my lips.
“I’d rather you choke on it, instead. Get on your fucking knees.
” She obeys immediately, lowering to the floor right in the middle of the living room and waiting for her next instruction with zero regard for the fact that we could get caught at any moment.
I continue jerking myself off, slowly and painfully, making her sweat it out for a few seconds longer, pressure already starting to build in my core with each pass of my fist. She looks like she’s famished for it, thighs already rubbing together every time she shifts her hips.
I want her so needy that by the time I touch her, she’s begging to be filled.
“Open,” I command, landing a tight slap to her cheek.
She does, sticking her tongue out like the good girl she is and giving me the warmest, wettest place to fuck.
The first unhurried slide of my length past her lips is met with a hungry whimper, telling me that even though I’m about to use her, she’s loving every single second of it.
I pull back, dragging my heavy shaft out to the head before thrusting in again.
Pleasure skitters across my skin like electricity, stoking the burning embers that’ll soon become a raging inferno.
That’s how it always is with Stella—how it’s been since the very first time I touched her.
She owns every part of me, even from her knees.
“I’m going to fuck this beautiful, greedy little hole,” I rasp, skating my thumb across her top lip. “Tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop. Otherwise, keep it wide and show me how sorry you are. Understood?”
“Mhmm,” she mumbles around me. She’s as pretty as ever as I push forward, her eyes filling with tears when I hit the back of her throat.
It constricts, the delicious squeeze sending red-hot lust through me from head to toe.
On instinct, she attempts to pull back, but I take a fistful of dark curls, preventing her from moving.
Her pupils blow wide, panic passing through them as her air supply slowly diminishes, but she doesn’t stop me.
She just sputters and shakes, thick, warm drool already slipping onto the skin around my base.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise, pulling out again.
She coughs violently, her oxygen-starved lungs fighting for air faster than she can pull it in.
I allow her a few seconds to breathe before sliding past her slack lips again, this time tightening both fists into her hair as I fuck her roughly.
She gags every time my head punishes her throat, the obscene sound filling the room and spurring me to go even faster—more unrelenting—as I take what I need.
Her face is soaked, covered in tears and saliva, the sight causing my balls to tingle with the need to come.
But I don’t want it to be over yet, so I step back abruptly, my chest heaving as she sucks in more desperate breaths.
“You suck cock like a fucking pro, Stell,” I say, my words making her shift again in an attempt to dull the ache between her thighs.
As much as I enjoy using her—and know that it turns her on, too—we can’t keep this up.
If I continue fucking her face the way I was, this shit is going to be over before it even starts.
Wrapping my fist loosely around my shaft, I twist, only giving myself enough pressure to tease.
She stares up at me with desperation in her eyes, awaiting further direction.
I can tell she’s uncomfortable, hips involuntarily gyrating to create some much-needed friction.
She’s right where I want her—horny, aching, ready to snap and give in to her body’s begging without my permission, so we can really have some fun.
As if she thinks I won’t notice, she slowly sneaks a hand under the waistband of her leggings, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as soon as she makes contact with her clit.
“Feel good?” I ask, raising a brow in question. “Did I say you could do that? I don’t think I did.”
“N-no,” she stammers, still rubbing as her eyes roll back in ecstasy.
“No, it doesn’t feel good? Or no, I didn’t tell you that you could finger fuck yourself?” I reach down, gripping her cheeks roughly between my fingers and thumb. “You’re my free use slut, Stella. So, why are you touching that greedy little cunt like you think you’re in charge?”
She exhales a shaky breath, swallowing roughly.
“I’m so empty,” she whines. “Emmett, please.” Her plea sends scorching hot desire straight to my cock, my balls tightening nearly to the point of pain.
But I push it away, desperate to see her in every corrupt situation I can get her into while this agreement is on the table.
“Empty, huh?” I echo, a deviant smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that.” Keeping my grasp firm on her face, I guide her to stand, moving my hands to her hips as soon as she’s steady on her feet.
I drop a sweet kiss to her plump lips before spinning her so that her back is facing me.
Walking us forward a few steps, I splay my large hand across her upper back, adding pressure as she bends at the waist, both palms resting on the arm of the couch that sits in front of us.
“There you go, sweetheart,” I praise, her muscles going slack at my tone.
If she knows I’m up to no good, she doesn’t let on, staying right where I told her to as I kneel down and carefully remove her shoes, socks, and leggings.
Tossing them aside, I move to her thong next, slowly sliding the thin lace down her legs and balling it in my fist. I trail kisses and licks up her thighs, ass, back, and neck, following with gentle fingertips as she moans and whimpers.
I can smell her arousal permeating the air around us, and my cock weeps in response.
But he’ll just have to wait, because I’m about to show my Wild Girl what happens when she takes matters into her own hands.
“Poor thing. Let me fill you up,” I mock with a patronizing pout as I drag my finger along her slit.
She’s dripping, making it easy to enter her up to the second knuckle before immediately retreating.
She whines pitifully, her head dropping forward in defeat as her legs spread wider, begging without words for more.
I use the new position to my advantage, taking the panties that are still in my hand and slowly pushing them inside her.
She gasps, the sound getting stuck in her throat as she attempts to look back, but I grip her by the hair, pulling her up so she’s flush against my chest. My heart pounds wildly against her warm skin, and I lower my mouth to her ear, speaking in a low growl.
“Now that your cunt is nice and full, I’m going to need you to get upstairs so I can do the same to your ass—unless you’d rather me fuck it right here for your friends to see when they get home.
” Her eyes roll back, her little pink tongue darting out to wet her lips as she turns toward the staircase.
But before she can step away, I tighten my fist, holding her right where she is.
“Hands and knees, Stell. I want you to crawl—nice and slow—while I watch.” A rough swallow works its way down her throat, and she takes a shaky breath, purposefully lowering to the floor.
Her slender back is arched, flaring out to soft, wide hips that my fingertips itch to dig into.
She moves across the rug, her ass swaying—taunting—with every shifting motion.
The panties that are stuffed into her pussy peek out from between the swollen flesh of her lips.
My cock throbs painfully, so I spit into my hand and begin stroking to the sight of her.
“Atta girl, baby. So fucking perfect for me,” I rasp, the sound of my fist passing over the steel rod it’s wrapped around mixing with our heavy breaths.
The tension in the air is pulled so tight, I’m wondering how I’m even holding back.
Every instinct in my body is telling me to rush her way, slam in as deep as I can, and fill her with so much cum that she’ll be dripping for days, but I don’t.
I just keep my eyes on her gorgeous curves as she crawls up the stairs, looking like every wet dream I’ve ever had.