Chapter Twenty
Emerson
“O rion?”
We were supposed to meet Avery and Jonah around the pool an hour ago.
“Yes, Tesoro?”
I looked up and saw Orion resting against the headboard, his naked body on display in all its glory, and his eyes focused on his laptop. Butterfly wings caressed my heart as I took a moment to appreciate him, he really was a beast of a man with his silhouette stretched out on the bed like a sculpture carved from bronze.
His sinewy frame was a testament to the lethal weapon that was Orion, each defined muscle rippled beneath the surface of his skin with his movements. Tattoos adorned his arms and torso, intricate designs weaving stories of his past across his godlike body.
Even silent, there was an aura of vitality about him, a restless energy simmered beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.
He was devastating. Surely crafted by Hades himself.
“If you don’t get up, Avery is going to kill us. ”
“Add her to the list,” he said dryly. “But I think Atlas might call dibs.” I shot him a pointed look, my arms folded across my chest. He didn’t meet my gaze, his eyes fixated on the laptop screen, but he still slammed me with a smooth, “That cute little face I know you’re pulling didn’t scare me before, and it definitely won’t scare me now. Put it away.”
“Orion.”
“Fine, but I—” he lifted his chin to face me, his eyes diverted to my chest and cautiously ran down the length of my body. His irises hardened to a darker, inky shade, less sunburst and more raging storm . “Were you planning on adding any clothing to that piece of string?”
What did he want me to sunbathe in? A burqa?
I rolled my eyes and turned to search for my cover-up. “I’m putting a dress on too.”
Since Miles, I’d been opposed to a guy leaving any kind of imprint on my skin. Even though they were of an entirely different nature, it still felt too close to home. The thought of a hickey or a nipped lip… It would send me crashing back into being stuck under Miles’ stronghold.
But with Orion, he made me feel secure. Empowered, even. Despite his standoffish personality, Orion felt like a safe place to slowly test the boundaries I’d implemented since Miles.
Every guy I’d been with after Miles had been a casual, no-strings-attached arrangement. Orion was the first guy I’d allowed myself to consider having anything beyond that with, and I knew I could trust him to let me explore the barriers I’d built at my own pace.
Last night, everything Orion did to me was for my enjoyment, and, if someone had asked me several months ago how I would feel over a man leaving a trail of hickeys down my stomach, I probably would have started tearing up at the thought.
Orion made me feel safe in exploring my limits and taking back control over my own desires. It wasn’t an overnight fix, of course, but the hickeys currently embroidered on my skin only had me feeling exhilarated. He didn’t leave war wounds like Miles, he left traces of his feelings, smearing me in the watermark that was his touch and those I’d wear like a fucking trophy.
Bending into my suitcase, I pulled out my black crocheted dress. Straightening, my back slammed against a wall, making me jump, and a surprised yelp ruptured from my throat.
Orion gripped my hair and softly pulled back my head. I shuddered when his tongue softly glided up the skin of my neck. “Don’t you dare remove that dress when we step outside this room, Tesoro . Nobody gets to see this beautiful body but me.” His tongue lapped over the sensitive part of my neck, and my head fell back in surrender, hitting his shoulder. “I’d rather not kill anyone today. We’re on vacation, after all.”
My God…
Ferocious bolts of arousal headed straight to my core, exhilaration coiling at the base of my spine. There was something so utterly masculine about his voice. So deep and rough.
“But I will,” he hummed against my skin. “And then I’ll punish you for making me get my hands bloody. Is that clear?”
My lips parted, but I was barely able to breathe properly, let alone speak. My thighs clenched, and warmth rushed beneath my skin; a prickling, consuming heat traveled all the way to my toes like electrifying pins and needles.
“Is that clear?” he gritted out. His voice was dark and domineering, but his warm breath fanning across my neck was featherlight.
I shuffled on my feet, my pussy pulsed with need despite how sore I already was. I almost refused to answer, just to see what he would do. But Avery wouldn’t wait much longer, and the thought of her running in here to see her brother bending me over and fucking me so hard I couldn’t sit down for a week wasn’t my idea of fun.
At least the part where Avery’s there, anyway .
“Yes,” I answered.
He let go of my hair, and his hand gripped my neck instead so he could spin me to face him. “Good girl.” His voice dropped to a dangerously soft decibel.
His lips crashed against mine with a hard, knee-buckling kiss, and he swallowed any trace of my resistance along with my breath.
Then he released me, slapped my ass playfully, and casually strolled into the bathroom like he hadn’t just threatened to kill people.
“Where are we going?” I repeated for the fourth time, my feet struggling to keep up with Orion’s lengthy strides as he led me down the port front.
“We’re almost there.”
Being patient was one of my downfalls, and despite my relentless questioning, Orion was tougher to crack than a pistachio shell.
We’d been walking for over twenty minutes and in true Orion fashion, every question searching for a clue had been answered in three words or less.
“You won’t get it out of him,” Avery chuckled from behind. “He’s more stubborn than a donkey.”
“I’m going to ignore the fact you just compared me to a farm animal.” Orion glared at his sister before he turned to me. “We’re here.”
I peeked my head around Orion’s soaring build and saw a lavish yacht behind him, resembling nothing less than a floating palace. The glossy white surface was blinding, the reflection filtering across the Mediterranean Sea from the midday sun.
With its sleek, modern design, the boat’s sweeping deck was furnished with white, plush loungers, blue marble accents, mahogany wood, and soft cream decorations.
My jaw hit the floor. “Is that an infinity pool ?”
“It is.” A man dressed in a white, long-sleeved, button-up shirt, navy blue trousers, and a well-fitted navy blazer walked across the passerelle and stretched out his hand to Orion. “Mr. De Luca, it’s a pleasure to have you joining us. My name is Thomas and I’ll be your captain today.”
I whipped my head towards Avery, who was staring back at me with equally wide eyes. Even she seemed shocked, which only confirmed my suspicions that arranging something like this was completely out of character for Orion, and that fact alone had my vulnerable heart constricting in the confinement of my chest. Jonah, on the other hand, was still far too busy typing on his phone to realize where we were.
Nevertheless, the surprise didn’t stop Avery and I from storming onto the boat and exploring every inch for the next thirty minutes like a pair of sugar-rushed kids before exhausting ourselves and ultimately crashing on a sun lounger.
“I’m going to get a cocktail.” Avery abruptly stood to her feet.
I squint up at her, the blinding sun casting a tinted glow on her raven hair.
“Want one?”
“Please.” I had already studied the bar’s extensive cocktail list, and each one promised nothing but a blackout at the end of the night. When in Greece… “Surprise me.”
Just as Avery turned to leave, Orion emerged from beneath the pool surface like a social media influencer in an Instagram reel, showing off his hard-earned body like he was filming a Sports Illustrated ad. His broad shoulders tensed as he pushed himself up onto the side, beaded droplets of water dripped down his torso, and he aimlessly slicked back his drenched, dark hair.
Jesus Holy Christ.
If it wasn’t for the gentle breeze dancing along my skin, I’d be convinced I just died and went to Heaven, because how is it possible for a man to look that good? It was entirely unfair to both women and mankind.
When his piercing gaze met mine, pinpricks of heat ignited me from the inside out, resolving me into a tangled, hot mess that had nothing to do with the Santorini sun. Then, he smiled as he made his way towards me, and it was all I could do to remember to breathe.
He pressed his lips against mine in a sweet, brisk kiss before settling himself on the edge of my lounger, and I’d never wished I had a camera so much in my life. Seeing Orion like this, relaxed and—dare I say—smiling, it was a moment worth capturing.
“I love seeing you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Content,” I admitted.
“That’s down to you, Tesoro. ”
His rough voice washed over me and crept into my heart, peeling back another layer of my defenses and etching itself into the foundations that kept my armor bullet- proof.
I licked my lips. “Oh, really?”
“Mhm.” Suddenly, I felt myself being dragged down the lounger, my hips now straddling Orion’s thighs. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear and cupped my cheek, those sunburst eyes flickering with an unusual sense of vulnerability. “Though I’d be happier if I didn’t have to keep my hands to myself.”
My hands gripped his shoulders, and the familiarity of his muscles flexing beneath my touch didn’t go unnoticed. Pink blossomed in my cheeks at the reminder of last night, my control splintering with each passing moment. “We agreed Atlas should know first.”
Orion inhaled a sharp breath. “That was before you invited my sister and her husband on our date.”
I pressed my lips firmly together, stifling the guilty laugh that threatened to spill. “It would have looked suspicious if we didn’t. Your sister is a modern-day Nancy Drew, she would have figured it out in a heartbeat.”
“Then I better savor these last few moments before Miss Drew joins us.”
The afternoon seemed to pass with the blink of an eye, and between sunbathing on the upper deck, taking Instagram photos in the infinity pool, and getting far too drunk on pi?a coladas, Orion and I had barely gotten any time alone. Now, we were back at the hotel bar, and as much fun as this day had been, I was more than ready to have Orion all to myself.
“How did your date go with Theon?” Avery asked, a suspicious look drawn across her face as she sank back into the bar stool. Her eyes flickered to my chest, likely studying the sensual marks from Orion’s tongue carved into my skin .
Did she know they were from Orion?
She hadn’t mentioned anything during the day, but then again, I’d kept my cover-up on and my hair down when we were seated around the pool. Now, we were in a local bar, and I was directly in her eye line.
If she hadn’t noticed the hickeys on my chest before, she would now.
I had an inkling Avery played a part in Orion’s restraint crumbling to nothing but ash. He kept his distance right up until he and Avery were deep in conversation yesterday evening. After that? He’d been all steam ahead like a hell-bent hurricane.
Did she tell him about her and Atlas?
Orion shifted, swerving in his seat so he could face me directly, equally as interested in hearing my answer. Even Jonah, for the first time since we arrived, lifted his attention from his phone and peered up at me. Three sets of eyes watched me intently, and it was all I could do not to squirm under the attention.
The rational side of me concluded I should politely explain that Theon wasn’t for me and leave it at that, like ripping off a band-aid and swiftly moving on to the next topic. The reckless side of me argued I could have a little fun with Orion, torment him with a little sweet revenge for all those times he’d given me the cold shoulder. Unfortunately for him, the reasoning was only encouraged further by the fact I was on my fourth drink and was feeling bolder than usual.
Avoiding Orion’s glare, my lips tugged upright as I looked at Avery. “He’s really interesting, isn’t he?” I said, twirling a strand of my hair between my fingers. “Pretty eyes, too.”
I could feel the air shift around Orion, his eyes now burning furious holes into the side of my head, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared to sneak a glance at him right now.
Avery’s brows lined with confusion, my response obviously not being quite what she was expecting. So, she did know. But when she glanced at Orion before turning back to me and noticed the subtle grin on my face, her eyes sparkled with mischief.
“ Dreamy eyes,” Avery corrected. “And that hair? Perfect to run your fingers through.”
“He asked to see me again when we get back to New York,” I told her, picking up my glass of wine and taking a sip, praying the ice would cool down the scorching flames fanning against my skin from Orion’s death stare. “I told him I’d think about it.”
I almost jumped when Orion’s palm roughly gripped my thigh under the table and squeezed, warning me . The firm, territorial touch sent a thrill down my spine and had my nipples grazing against the fabric of my bikini. His touch was an aphrodisiac, such a simple thing that had my poor heart pounding in my chest with anticipation. But I never did well with demands.
His fingers dug into my skin, and raspy breaths tickled the planes of my chest. I raked my teeth over my bottom lip to suppress a smile. Playing with fire always did bring me a sense of elation.
“Where did he take you? ”
“Canaves Lounge.”
“Impressive,” Avery said. “ Romantic. ”
“Very romantic,” I agreed. “Perfect spot for a first kiss.”
The tingling in my leg indicated I may have gone too far, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. I accepted, weeks ago, that driving Orion crazy was one of my favorite pastimes.
Avery was grinning like an idiot. I was grinning back.
When she opened her mouth to reply, I assumed Orion shot her one of his murderous scowls because her jaw quickly snapped shut and she shuffled closer to Jonah, focusing her attention on him instead.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when his warm breath fanned against my skin. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze. His hazel-gray eyes grew so dark it was like they’d swallowed all the light in the room. They were flaring with such intensity, that it felt like warm water was washing over everywhere they touched.
I swallowed, hard.
“Are you goading me, Tesoro ?” he whispered, his hushed tone caressing my skin in one powerful, exhilarating blow.
Oh, God.
My breath got caught in my throat for a moment, his thick Italian accent layered with sinful trills that threatened to be my undoing.
Tesoro.
His voice was musical, the rhythm of my frantic heart with his finely tuned melody.
I blinked up at him, unable to resist the smirk pulling at the corners of my lips. “Maybe,” I admitted, a flush sweltering my chest and my core fluttering. “What are you gonna do about it?”
His magnetic eyes narrowed into slits, and my thighs clenched when his brow arched. In that moment, his confidence radiated like a palpable aura, commanding the space around him. All I could do was pace my breathing, steadying the rush of eagerness.
His presence was silently authoritative yet alluring, leaking a subtle power that forced my pulse to work double time. With each passing second, the air crackled with anticipation, thick with the unspoken desire that hung between us.
Orion De Luca was a predator, and right now, I was his too-willing prey.
My spine tingled, and it had nothing to do with his hand running up my thigh. Being under Orion’s scrutiny pierced through my defenses, trapping me in the captivating pull that demanded me closer to him.
His features were so perfect it was a little unnerving, like a Michelangelo sculpture coming to life, only Orion had a little more grit. And a big fucking hazard sign hanging over his head.
His lips grazed my ear when he growled in a dark, low tone, “I’m going to ruin every part of your body for any other man, Emerson , and you’re going to thank me when I’m done. ”
I swallowed, a current running through me and my heart nearly dropped to my stomach. I never thought I’d be so turned on by a promise of my ruin, but here we were.
He gripped my chin, turning me to face him, and leveled me dead in the eye. I was mesmerized by the subtle movements of his lips and the way they curved into a knowing smile that hinted at the depths of his intentions. “You have an hour to choose a safe word.”
Before I could muster a response, or even begin to register his words, Avery reached out from behind and dragged me out of my seat, pulling me into the center of the bar that was dipped with the casting hues of pink and orange, yelling something about dancing.
For the next hour, Avery and I twirled around the dance floor with infectious energy, our giggles ringing out like music itself as we tried to keep up with the locals doing the syrtaki and live out our best Dancing Queen fantasy.
“He seems happy,” Avery commented, dipping her head towards her brother as we took a five-minute breather. My feet were on fire, and the initial buzz from my drinks was starting to wear off. “The happiest I’ve seen him for quite some time.”
I smiled coyly. “He’s on vacation, and I imagine it’s the first time he’s taken a break from work in quite a while.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know that’s not what I mean.” I scorched my bottom lip between my teeth, a failed attempt at trying to come off nonchalant. “It’s clear in the way he looks at you.”
“How does he look at me?” The words fell off my tongue quicker than I could stop them.
She smiled. “Like he’s found hope.”
Pink blossomed in my cheeks. “I don’t know about that.”
“I do.” She cast a warm glance at me. “And I’m sure Atlas will agree.”
“Perhaps.” Though I highly doubted it. “What happened between the two of you?”
Her expression turned sullen. Regret lined her brow. “We wanted different things. I was ready to settle down, and Atlas wasn’t ready to be tethered to one place. I loved your brother, Emmy, more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. But love isn’t always enough and waiting on the sidelines for him to finally be ready to commit was too painful to bear. Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for someone is to let them go, so I did. For both of our sakes.”
My heart split in two. “I’m so sorry, Avery.”
She shrugged, plastering a smile back on her face, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “The past is the past. Besides, it worked out in the end, didn’t it?”
“Because you met Jonah?”
She nodded.
“And you’re happy?”
“Happy enough,” she said, but the dejection in her voice said otherwise. “Marriages aren’t always sunshine and daisies.”
“You know if you aren’t—”
She cut me off, “Come on, we probably don’t have much time left before my brother comes and steals you away.”
Guiding me back onto the dancefloor, I pushed through the burn in the soles of my feet and joined Avery in doing the Ballos dance to the best of my abilities, though it was safe to say a baby elephant probably had more grace and rhythm than I did.
But beneath the surface of my adrenaline, and my uncoordinated feet, a different kind of anticipation was simmering, one that had nothing to do with my dancing skills and everything to do with what was waiting for me back in our room. A kind of anticipation that unraveled deeper into my veins with every passing glance at him.
With a final spin on my achy feet, his alarming silhouette invaded my peripheral vision as he made his way toward me with purposeful and determined steps.
When he finally reached me, his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me flush against his torso. I leaned into him, his body weight settling into mine.
He dipped his head down, the tips of his hair tickling my neck as he pressed kisses to my skin. My stomach tightened. “Time to go, Tesoro. ”
The door clicked shut behind me, followed by a second click.
Locked.
Standing in the moonlit room, the memories of last night washed over me like a tidal wave, every sense seeming heightened, and every nerve alert.
The air was thick with anticipation, a tangible presence that wrapped around me like a heavy blanket. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of my quickening breath and the thud of Orion’s footsteps from behind.
Each step reverberated, magnified by the stillness of the room. It’s as though the entire outside world had paused, holding its breath along with me. At this moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a world of heightened sensation.
My heartbeat was in rhythm with the suspense, a steady thump that echoed in the quiet. My pulse quickened, matching the pace of my racing thoughts.
What does he have planned?
What will he do?
And will he say something, for fuck’s sake?
I never did do well with surprises.
Every inch of the room felt charged with energy, crackling with the potential for something extraordinary to happen. It was a moment suspended in time, teetering on the edge of revelation.
And, despite the uncertainty of his next move, there was a thrill in the unknown. The anticipation built within me like a wave, rising higher and higher until it threatened to crash and consume everything in its path.
A sense of possibility, of endless potential, waited to be unleashed. Whatever lay ahead, I stood ready to embrace it, to dive headfirst into the unknown Orion created.
My heart nearly dropped to my stomach when I felt his chest brush against my back, reminding me of how small I was compared to him.
His warm breath fanned my cheek, and goosebumps spread like wildfire over my skin when his fingers grazed my neck in a feather-like touch.
One hand traveled intently down my exposed arm, my shoulders melting away their knotted tension, while the other wrapped around the collar of my neck and lifted my chin.
My head fell back on his chest, the tips of his fingers were all I could focus on. His touch spoke volumes, wordlessly conveying a promise of what was to come. “You’re in so much trouble,” he growled in my ear, his voice dangerously dark, sending a wave of shivers down my spine.
“So, punish me.”
With every caress of his fingers, the suspense within me grew, building like a crescendo in the stillness around us. “What’s your safe word?” he whispered in a voice so low I barely heard him.
“Vanilla.”
He chuckled, the deep sound vibrated through me and settled into my bones, etching itself into my memory with the delicacy of fine calligraphy.
I could count on one hand how many times I heard Orion laugh, and I yearned to hear it far more often. It was infectious, spreading like a bushfire and igniting a warmth that spread from the inside out until all you could think about was how to make him do it again.
“Vanilla,” he repeated, tasting the word on his tongue.
It sounds far sexier in that Italian accent.
I squeaked when his hand tightened around my throat. “I can’t wait to punish you, Tesoro.” The deep rumble of his favorite endearment provoked the dampness gathering between my thighs. His voice had such a physical effect on my body, that it was wildly overwhelming.
Nervous flutters ruptured in my stomach, and all the oxygen in my lungs evaporated over my wonders of what he had planned, but I forced the feeling aside. When you made a deal with the Devil, you didn’t get to act surprised when he showed up to collect his payment.
He released my throat, and I was met with coldness when he walked around me, leaving us now face-to-face, each step graceful, purposeful, and fluid.
“Strip,” Orion demanded in a tone that left little room for argument.
I stared him dead in the eye, meeting his challenge head-on as my fingers gently pulled on the thin straps of my cover-up. The crochet dress effortlessly glided down my body, falling in a pool at the bottom of my feet.
I continued to watch him as I slowly pulled at the strings of the bikini behind my neck. When the material fell down my chest, I moved onto the strings dangling against my back.
And even though I was the one standing here exposing myself to him, all I could think was one thing:
He is so devastatingly gorgeous.
The moonlight seemed to envelop him in a halo of enchantment, illuminating the subtle nuances of his expression—the curve of his lips, the furrow of his brow—as if each movement was choreographed by the celestial bodies above.
Orion was more than just a man; he was a living embodiment of beauty, a symphony of shadows and light converging in perfect harmony. His presence filled the room with an intoxicating energy, a magnetic pull that left me breathless in its wake.
His eyes, pools of darkness flecked with starlight, were burning with fervent heat as they caressed my unmasked body. It had my mouth drying and my head feeling entirely weightless .
I sucked in a sharp breath and continued, letting my fingers pull at the strings of my bikini bottoms. When they fell to the floor, baring me completely unveiled and vulnerable to him, I carefully stepped out of the pile of clothes puddled at my feet.
His eyes traced every curve of my body in reverence, like I was the focal point of his universe. He looked at me as if I was a masterpiece he had stumbled upon in the midst of chaos.
His gaze held a weight, a gravity that drew me closer until there was nothing between us but the electric charge of connection. It was as though he saw beyond the surface, beyond the masks and facades, to the core of my being—the part of me that yearned to be seen and understood.
“Beautiful,” he blustered, my body the sole source of his unwavering attention. Then he smirked, his face transformed right into the Devil’s. Handsome and ruthless. “Get on your knees.”
I did, swallowing in a desperate attempt to lubricate the dryness in my throat, biting back a gasp when the coolness of the granite floor hit my knees.
He stalked towards me, towering over my body in two sharp strides. His hand dug into the back of my hair, keeping me still as the rough ground grazed my skin.
“Undo my jeans.”
Licking my lips, my hands glided up his sinewy thighs until they reached the buckle of his trousers. Popping out the button, I gripped the zipper between my fingers and dragged it down the metal teeth.
“Good girl.”
I gasped when he yanked my head roughly to his pelvis right as he pulled out his cock. Despite him being naked the entirety of last night, he’d been too busy fucking me to allow me more than a glimpse. Now, I was almost choking on my tongue as it was staring me straight in the face. There was no denying it; it was the most mouth-watering thing I’d ever seen.
Honestly, I could die if I choked on that thing.
He looked ethereal right now. Dominating. Powerful. Godly.
And I was too busy staring at his cock to notice the smirk gliding on his face. “Open your mouth, Emerson.”
I gulped when the tip caressed my jaw, the soft skin slid against me.
He started to pump his hard dick and my pussy wept in response. He gripped it tightly, the veins bulging beneath his grip. Even swallowed in his large hand, it looked deadly.
There are worse ways to die, though.
When I hesitated, he briefly let go of his cock to deliver a sharp slap to my cheek. I whimpered at the sting, though it didn’t actually hurt me, but brought my attention back up to him and had my pussy pulsing.
He groaned appreciatively as he massaged the sting out my cheek. “You liked that.” Yes. He arched his brow, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. “Now open wide, baby. You wanted to act brave, so let me show you how you’ll be using that smart mouth from now on.”
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, sticking out my tongue. I didn’t wait for him to sprout more orders. Instead, I wrapped my mouth around it and glided my lips along him until his head was poking the back of my throat.
“ Fuck, Emmy.”
Tears lined the edges of my eyes as I got halfway down and already started to choke on him. Both his hands were clutching my hair, and he was snarling from the pleasure.
I glanced up at him. He was staring down at me with such awe it encouraged me further. I swallowed him again, swirling my tongue against the silkiness of his cock and hallowing my cheeks as I sucked harder .
As I took him as far as I could, he held my head firmly in place and forced me to hold still while I choked and gagged on his dick. Tears continued to well in my eyes and saliva started to drip from my mouth.
His groans slid straight between my legs, the slickness between my thighs building and turning me into a puddle of desire and desperation at his feet.
He let up, and I gripped his thighs to steady myself as I coughed and spluttered, but only for a second, because he was soon pushing himself back into me again.
I wrapped my hand around the length that my mouth couldn’t take, despite his head already breaking past the barrier of my constricted throat.
His deep groans blurred with the sound of me choking against him, and I worked him harder until he was growling deeper, the sound feral and echoing off the walls.
“Hands behind your back, Tesoro, and eyes on me.”
I did as he said, my eyes locked on his near-insane eyes. His hold on my head left me immobilized and he drove his cock down my throat. When I gagged and tears spilled over my lids, it seemed to entice him further. “Cry for me, baby, let me see those pretty tears while you choke on my cock,” he growled.
He withdrew to the tip before driving his hips forward until my mouth was stuffed. Over and over. I couldn’t move. All I could do is take it as he fucked my mouth at a punishing pace.
“Fuck, Emmy ,” he roared, burying himself deep in my throat and spilling down my throat, flooding my mouth faster than I could swallow.
His seed slipped from my lips and dripped down my chin, mixing with the drool from my choking.
I could hardly breathe. My lungs were deprived of oxygen and my knees were sore from the ground. Just when I thought I was going to pass out, he jerked himself out of my mouth with a satiated grunt.