9. Emma
NINE
Emma
I stare up at him as he reaches out, taking my hand in his. He wraps my fingers around his cock. “Stroke it like this,” he says, moving my hand back and forth along his length. “Grip like this, not too tight.”
I trace the contours of his member with my fingers, feeling the dense fabric of his flesh beneath my touch. He watches me intently, his eyes gleaming with a wicked anticipation I find irresistible.
His facial expressions seem to flicker like a silent movie, like he’s fighting his own sense of self control, trying not to let his emotions show but failing.
As he guides my hands up and down, I take note of the silken softness of his skin, which blends seamlessly with the taut veins that snake across the surface. His strength seeps into me, and I feel an unyielding confidence welling up within me. The warm glow of his skin radiates against my cool hands.
“Open your mouth,” he says. Stick out your tongue. Taste the tip.”
As I follow his instructions, my tongue tastes the salty sweetness of his flesh, lapping up every sensation as if it were the nectar of the gods. His cock twitches when my tongue hits a sweet spot just under the tip. I flick it again and he lets out a growl in response.
“I need to fuck your face,” he says. “Right now.”
I open my mouth wider, allowing his thickness to enter, feeling it stretch my lips and invade my throat. I gag, momentarily, but he pulls back, giving me a chance to catch my breath before continuing.
His hands grip my hair, guiding me deeper into his world of pleasure and pain. I am lost in the rush of sensations, feeling the blend of his skin against my tongue, the heated breath leaving his lips as he groans with satisfaction.
He thrusts deeper into my mouth, dominating me as I cling to him. The stacks of books on each side of us seem to close in, echoing the intensity of our encounter. My knees ache, but the need to please him overpowers my discomfort.
“Faster,” he growls, sending electric jolts up my spine. “Harder, Emma. Use your tongue.”
I obey, slurping and sucking at his cock as he thrusts, punctuated by his harsh breaths and animalistic growls. I feel alive, consumed by the raw energy of our union. His hands tighten in my hair, pulling me impossibly closer, his hips thrusting in a furious rhythm.
His eyes are ablaze with desire, his lips parted as he watches me, guiding my movements with an unspoken hunger that courses through my veins. I can feel the heat of his body, the pulse of his heartbeat beneath my lips. The scent of his arousal fills my nostrils, a heady mix of sweat and musk, a primal perfume that intoxicates me.
With each thrust, I am lost in a world of sensation, my body a vessel for his pleasure. The cool marble floor beneath me feels insubstantial, as if it could melt away at any moment, leaving me floating in a sea of ecstasy.
His breaths become shorter, his growls more frantic. I can feel the tension building within him, the moment of release drawing ever closer. My tongue darts, tracing the sensitive skin beneath, eliciting a guttural moan from him.
“Yes, Emma,” he whispers. “That's it. Take it all. You’re such a good slut, taking my cock all the way in like that.”
I obey, opening my throat wider, accepting his cock deeper, feeling the pulsing head throb against my tongue.
His breath is ragged, and I can feel the tension in his hips as he tries to maintain control. His moans and breathy whispers fill the air with a carnal soundtrack, his words dripping with lust. “You're so good at this,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “I can't believe this is your first time. You're a natural.”
I feel a surge of confidence. I continue to work my magic, teasing him with my lips and tongue, exploring every inch of him with tender caresses.
“Fuck, yes,” he gasps, his grip tightening in my hair. “That's it. Suck my dick. Make me come.”
I suck harder, my tongue darting out to explore his sensitive spot, eliciting a strangled cry from him. “You're so fucking good at this,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire.
As he thrusts harder and faster, his hips bucking wildly, the tension within him reaches its peak. His body convulses, and a hot surge of pleasure courses through him, filling my mouth with his cum. It’s hot and salty and I made him do that. I feel nothing but pride as his cock twitches again, more pouring from him.
I gasp, swallowing the first waves of his seed, savoring the taste of his cock as it mingles with the saliva in my mouth.
He groans in pleasure, his grip on my hair tightening momentarily as he floods me with his desire, thrusting again. “Swallow it all,” he says. “Show me what a good slut you are.”
His body shudders, his weight pressing me into the cool marble floor, his cock still throbbing slightly as it slips from my lips. I can feel the warmth of his seed spreading across my tongue and throat. The last drop falls onto my lip and I lick it up, smiling at him as I do.
“Everyone back in,” he shouts a moment later, his eyes still fixed on mine.