14. Corrupting Emerson
Corrupting Emerson
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K a n e
My darkened eyes locked onto Emerson's, taking note of the high that's glazed over her pretty blues. Sitting with her ass in the sand and her toes touching broken seashells, I get swept up in her allure, unable to focus on anything else.
But I don't want to anyway.
She hums 'I Can Tell', bringing me back to the good old days when music was actually music and not the shit it is today. Her eyes flutter, her long, dark lashes casting a shadow under her lids as her blue orbs roll back.
Forcefully ripping my gaze away from her, when Seven deliberately clears his throat to grab my attention, I notice the menacing look in his eyes as he goes to stand up.
"I'm gonna go see what the others are doing." He grins, flashing me a wink that Emerson can't see. "Y'all enjoy your alone time."
Smooth. I think to myself, a crooked grin spreading across my lips. Finally, Em turns to look at Seven, reaching her arms up to try and pull him down.
"Give me a hug before you go," she begs, tugging on the drawstring of his bathing suit as he lowers himself to her level.
Wrapping her in a giant hug that seems to ease the stress consuming her, he places a gentle kiss on the top of her head and pulls away.
"Have fun with Kane, Princess. Who knows when you'll get the chance to be alone again," he says smoothly, his voice ringing like a lullaby and almost making Emerson's eyes shut again.
"Keep Eli occupied then," she laughs, scooting closer to me as he stands back up, brushing the sand off his ass.
Seven and I share a knowing nod before he walks away, eventually disappearing into the thick cloud of dark fog sweeping along the beach. Once we're alone, Emerson turns and looks at me, resting her hand on my upper thigh, so close to my cock that it makes it twitch in the confinement of my shorts. I reach out and slide my fingers under her chin, slightly tilting her head up so her eyes have nowhere else to go but on mine.
"What's on that dirty, little mind of yours, Little One? I can tell by the look in your eyes that your thoughts are up to no good." I lean closer, blowing my breath on her lips but not touching them, enjoying the whimper that leaves her lips from the teasing.
"Maybe I'm thinking about how badly I want to kiss you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the crashing waves. I can feel her fingers tracing circles on my thigh, inching closer towards my growing cock. "Maybe I'm wondering what it would feel like to have your hands all over me." Her words send a jolt of electricity through my body, and I can't resist the temptation any longer.
"Fucking Christ," I groan as I capture her lips with mine, feeling her soft breath against my skin as our kiss deepens, my tongue thrusting into her mouth until the tip touches the back of her throat. I grab the back of her neck, digging my fingers into her soft flesh in a way that allows me to hold onto her so I can kiss her exactly how I fucking want to.
The sound of the ocean and the laughter from the group down the beach fade into the background as we become obsessively lost in each other, the taste of salt mixing with the sweetness of her lips. With the sand beneath us, the water splashing all over us, and the stars above, nothing else matters except the two of us, and the endless possibilities of the night... as long as her brother doesn't come and ruin shit.
I pull away from the kiss, panting and staring into Emerson's eyes, a mischievous glint shining in them. "Let's take a ride," I suggest, a sly grin tugging at the corners of my lips.
"A ride?" Her brow raises in question, but she matches my smirk, knowing exactly what I fucking mean.
I wrap my arms around Emerson and pull her onto my lap, sitting her fat, peachy ass right on my cock, while making sure she knows how fucking hard she has made me already. The scattered water droplets glistening on her skin in the moonlight catch my eye, and I find it hard to stop imagining how much better she'd look soaked in water from head to fucking toe.
"I don't want this night to end," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans in and kisses my cheek, slightly rocking back and forth on my lap.
"It doesn't have to," I reply, trailing kisses down her neck, softly and sensually, enough to pull a shudder from her entire body. "Let me corrupt this pussy, Little One," I growl deeply, reaching between her thighs, pushing her drenched bikini bottoms to the side, and giving her soaked cunt a slow, teasing slap with the pads of my fingers.
Emerson's breath hitches as she gazes at me with a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her eyes. She nods slowly, almost imperceptibly, giving me the permission that I was craving. Her lips part as I run my finger along her slit, feeling her warmth and wetness against my touch.
"Mmm, Kane," she moans softly as I continue to tease her, building up the anticipation until she can't take it anymore.
With a fierce hunger in her eyes, she pulls me closer and crashes her lips onto mine, kissing me as if her life depended on it. The urgency in the movements of her pierced, eager tongue ignites a fire in me too, and I know that this move might cost us her brother's trust, but we're in too deep to turn back now, both of us drowning in the desire enveloping us tightly.
The waves continue to crash onto the shore, serenading our bodies entwined in a dance of passion and lust as I hold her hips and rock her roughly back and forth over my cock, desperate to be inside of her. We lose ourselves in each other, exploring the depths of lust, desire, and pleasure that we've been resisting for so fucking long.
With the gleaming full moon as our witness, we become part of the ethereal beauty that surrounds us, transcending into a world where only our forbidden connection exists. It's a moment filled with unspoken words, breathy moans, and endless touches—a moment where nothing else fucking matters but us.
Her hands rest on my shoulders, grasping them firmly as she follows my guidance and begins grinding on my cock, slightly bouncing her ass so it slaps against my thighs.
"That's it, Little One." I release my hold on her and let her move freely, watching in pure fascination as she falls into a rhythm that works, not only for her, but for me as well.
"You're so damn hard," she gasps, as I thrust my pelvis up into her, pressing my covered cock against her bare pussy.
"And you're so fucking wet," I grunt, reaching down to slide my shorts off so my cock springs free, slapping against her needy, wet cunt.
She shivers again, both from the breeze that kisses her wet skin and from the feeling of my bare dick as she rocks feverishly on it. Pulling her puffy bottom lip between her perfect, white teeth, she throws her head onto her shoulders and arches her back, sitting comfortably on my cock while wiggling her hips as a sign she wants me inside of her.
Reaching between her parted thighs, I press on her swollen clit with the rough pads of my fingers, enjoying the way her body jerks from my touch. Gliding them down her slit, I push her pussy lips open and swirl my fingers in her wetness, spreading it all around so her cunt shines like fucking diamonds under the bright glow of the moon.
"Are you going to let Daddy Kane inside this beautiful pussy, Little One?" I ask as I continue to circle her entrance, waiting for permission before I take what I fucking want and then some.
She nods her head, trying to catch her breath as her legs quiver and her body trembles with insatiable need.
"Uh, uh," I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth, leaving my fingers frozen, pressing against her tight, forbidden hole. "You know how to use your fucking words, Emerson. So why don't you be a good little girl, and tell Daddy Kane what the fuck you want?” A deep growl leaves my chest. “Go on and tell me what I want to hear." I wink, raising my brow as the corner of my lip tugs upward, meeting my eyes in a matching devilish grin.
"Ka–" she begins, finally finding her voice, only to be cut off by my finger pressing against her lips to silence her.
"Daddy Kane," I remind her sternly, grinning. "Call me Daddy Kane, Little One," I demand, watching her eyes widen and a blush paint her already rosy cheeks as she darts her tongue out and licks my finger.
"I want to fuck you, Daddy Kane," she finally admits, her sated eyes searching mine for the right answer. "I want you to make me feel good, and most of all, I want to make you feel good too." She wiggles her hips again as I reach around with one hand and cup her ass, still keeping my fingers teasing her pussy.
"Good girl, Emerson," I praise her, knowing how fucking bad she's seeking acceptance. "Now lift your ass and let me show you how good I can make you feel. Let me show you how a real man fucks—how I worship a cunt as fucking beautiful as yours." I tap her ass for her to lift it, and when she does, I guide my rock hard cock to her pussy, lining up with her opening.
"Breathe for me, Little One." I swipe my thumb across her lip, feeling her warm breath skate across my hand as I push the tip into her, feeling her tight pussy stretch around my cock.
Fuck, this girl is going to drive me fucking wild. But I'm here for it.
Slowly, she slides down, sinking on my dick, until she's fully seated on my lap and my entire shaft is burrowed tightly between her soaked, pink walls. The feeling of her muscles contracting around me as her pussy gets used to my size makes my toes curl, and a light hiss escapes my throat as she eagerly strangles my cock.
"Fuck, that's my good girl. You take my dick so well, Little One, almost as if it were made. Just. For. You," I grunt as my cock pulses in her pussy, her walls gripping me like a fucking vice. "This pretty, forbidden pussy was made for me, wasn't it?"
"Yes... Oh, Daddy Kane." Emerson's soft pants fill the air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to adjust to the fullness of my cock inside her.
I press my hands into the sand beside me, grasping it tightly as I support her movements, enjoying the way she starts to intuitively grind her hips, feeling the friction of her clit against my cock with each rhythm.
The sea breeze tangles in her hair, her eyes closed, and a blissful expression on her face as she bounces on me, the pleasure pulsating through her body as she gets comfortable, amping up her movements. I lift my hips to meet hers, thrusting up into her with unyielding desire, my hands moving from the sand to grip her hips firmly as she picks up the pace. The sounds of our wet skin slapping together and her sweet, seductive moans fill the air, the passion between us becoming almost feverish as she rides me faster—harder, more desperate—lost in the intoxicating sensations that wildly rip through her.
There's no holding back now—our forbidden desire has been ignited like an inferno, and there's no stopping the flames from consuming us both.
As the rest of the world fades into obscurity, Emerson and I lock eyes as she rides me, rocking back and forth desperately and slamming down on my cock over and over, taking me deeper each time.
The waves echo the rhythm of our bodies, the moon casting a silvery glow over us as we become lost in the erotic dance, intoxicated by the all-consuming fire burning rapidly inside of us.
Letting go of her hips, I reach up and cup her throat with my hand, squeezing enough to get her eyes to pop slightly. A serious expression takes over my face as I begin holding her throat and using it to slam her down on my dick, my climax beginning to surface. Her arousal leaks out of her every time she slides up and down, slamming her ass down harder each time, and taking my dick even further until she feels the pressure in her lower belly.
"Christ, Emerson," I groan, entranced heavily as she starts twerking on my dick as if the massive size doesn't bother her anymore. "Ride me, baby. Take my cock and come all over it. I want to see it shine under the stars when I slide out of your pussy."
"Kane... Daddy Kane," she whispers, clawing her nails down the front of my body as she shakes, her pussy full and clenching.
As we're both consumed in the madness of overpowering lust, I feel the unmistakable surge of release building up inside me. My grip on her throat tightens, and she gasps for air, her eyes locked onto mine, and I can feel that she's close too.
"Fuck!" she screams, arching her back and slamming down harder, her head thrown back so her eyes are on the shimmering stars.
With one final, powerful thrust, we both reached our climax, our breaths and moans filling the night air as the waves and the moon became the only witnesses to an act—forbidden yet undeniable—unfurling against the backdrop of night. My cum jets into her, my cock throbbing between her tightly clenching walls as she unravels before me, soaking me exactly like I told her to.
"Ahhh," she moans, leaning forward so her face is buried in my chest, her teeth grazing along my skin.
"Good girl. I told you this pussy was mine." I capture her lips as another wave of pleasure rips through us both, rendering us almost useless.
But I'm not done.
Holding her hips one more time, I slam her down even harder, holding her in place as I fuck her from underneath, emptying the last of my cum into her pretty cunt, marking her whether she realizes it or not.
As we collapse on the sand, entwined in a tender embrace, I can't help but smile—the sweet taste of forbidden desire lingering on my lips, and her intoxicating release coating my cock while my cum drips out of her cunt.
Fuck, this is exactly what I've been waiting for.