Chapter 13 – Emika #3
He held my thighs in place and continued eating.
“Fuck!” I gripped the sheets beneath me and began tugging at them.
My legs trembled in the air as he ate my coochie like a man on a mission. I felt as though I was being branded, marked by the one who was taking my innocence.
“Yes, right there—right there,” I whimpered, my face contorted in sheer pleasure. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” My fingers slipped into his hair, massaging his scalp.
He remained on my clit as I instructed, doing what he knew how to do best: please me. Adrik touched and ate me as though he was trying to memorize every inch of my body.
He explored my tunnel with his fingers while still eating, and the feeling was otherworldly.
My lips parted in a silent scream, my eyes rolling back into their sockets. The sensation was taking me places, realms I never knew existed in my mind. I couldn’t produce any sounds even though my mouth was open, and I was literally screaming in my head.
Still, he didn’t stop.
I didn’t want him to.
My legs were shaking. My heart was overloaded with the kind of pleasure that could stop it at any moment. He was killing me softly, and it felt so good.
When I finally found my voice, I could barely use it. “What’re you doing to me?” The words were hardly audible, and even I couldn’t hear myself.
My muscles contracted, and my body stiffened. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew I was unraveling beneath him.
When he took his mouth off my cunt, my head fell back on my pillow. A loud gasp escaped my lips and I felt some kind of liquid slip through my hot entrance.
I tugged the sheets, convulsing in ways that scared the shit out of me. My whole body was shaking, my mind was blank, and my heart felt like it was about to explode.
Even though this was my first time experiencing something like this, I knew instantly what had happened.
I just fuckin’ had an orgasm.
Fuck.
By the time the shaking stopped, I looked up at him with longing in my eyes. I wanted more. I wanted his dick inside me.
“Take me,” I whispered, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “I’m ready.”
His lips curled into a self-satisfied grin, and he took his pants off. Then his singlet followed.
I bit my lip, reveling in the sight of his killer body: broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and ripped abs. He climbed on top of me, wiped my juice from his mouth, and planted a soft kiss on my lips.
He stroked his length along my entrance, teasing me in ways that made me crave him even more. “I’m going in now,” he whispered in my face, his fresh breath warm against my skin.
I nodded, swallowing hard.
He glanced down, positioning his cock outside my pussy. “Look at me,” he said.
I did. I held his gaze.
My lips parted after he began slowly penetrating my entrance. It was a sweet pain, the kind that brought tears to my eyes. I felt my pussy stretching out to accommodate his cock.
“It’s so big,” I confessed, refusing to break eye contact. “Is it all in?” My voice was low but spicy with traces of pain underneath.
“Almost.” He kissed my forehead.
Adrik paused after a short while, then gently withdrew his cock before sliding back inside. He repeated the process over and over again until my pussy adjusted to its rhythm. With each stroke, the penetration felt easier and less painful.
In no time, all I felt was pleasure—raw and unadulterated.
I threw my arms around his neck and locked my legs around his waist. He kissed my lips with the same fire coursing through my blood. His hands roamed my skin, possessing every inch of my body.
Adrik ground against my waist with relentless strokes, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. He held my right leg in the air while driving into my pussy with ragged breaths.
By the time his primal growl signaled his arrival, I was ready to accept every single drop. I looked right into his eyes and begged him to give me all of him.
“Will you come inside me, please?” My tone was sweet like honey, my gaze unwavering. “Please, come inside, Daddy. Do it.”
I knew I’d feel horrible about this later on, but right now, nothing else mattered. I just wanted to feel his warmth in my pussy.
His body jerked violently, and his face twisted in pleasure. Seconds later, he exploded inside me, filling me up with his essence. I held on to him like a lifeline, my legs locked around his waist.
I didn’t release him until his sac was completely empty. His slick skin collided with mine after he slumped onto me, our chests heaving in uniform.
Moments passed before he slipped off me and lay on his back. I shifted closer, placing my head on his chest and swinging my leg over his lap. I could hear his heart racing at the same pace as mine while struggling to catch his breath.
As we lay down, tangled in the sheets, his cologne clung to my skin, a reminder that we’d just crossed a line. I wasn’t sure whether to feel whole or broken, even though I’d never felt more alive.
My body ached, and my heart was still swelling with desire. I tried to convince myself that this was a moment of weakness—that it wouldn’t happen again.
However, deep down, I knew I’d crave him. Now that we’d tasted each other and liked it, nothing would remain the same.
The question was: Was I ready for this change?