Chapter 3
Gannix
Emerson. Fucking Emerson. She’s naked and biting her fucking lip, and she moaned when I licked the blood off her. Yeah, she’s drugged. I had her drugged. That’s the only way I can have her. I can’t have her see me. I can’t have her look at me the way the others have. The images of other women and the disgust painted their faces when they saw the real me. I can’t do that again.
So she has to be drugged. Every time I’m going to be with her, I will have her the same. I plan on having her a lot.
“You like that?” I ask as I lay her down and slip a finger inside her. She arches her back giving me the answer I needed. I work my finger in and out of her as she shifts and lifts her hips for me. When I haven’t had enough of her, I lean down and inhale her scent. Fuck, she smells better than I thought she would. I stick my tongue out and run it along her clit, and she cries out. I know the drugs are only adding to the effect.
I pull my finger free and replace it with my tongue. I dip it in and out, getting her nice and wet for me.
When I finally have her the way I want her, I pull back and grab the condom. I’ve waited too long for this. Too long to be inside her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my fucking life, and now I have her. At least for the time being.
I tear open the condom and roll it down my length before I move in closer between her parted legs. Emerson looks up at me through the haze she’s in, and I can see the sparkle in her eyes.
“Are you going to fuck me good?” she asks, her tone slurring as her eyes move in and out of focus.
“So fucking good, baby.” She smiles, and it’s the most breathtaking thing I’ve seen. If this were any other world, things would be different. We could be different. I could be everything Emerson needs, but not the way I am. Not the way my body looks.
Ignoring the annoying voice in the back of my head telling me she’s the same as the others, I line up my cock and thrust into her in one motion.
“Oh my God,” she cries out as my cock fills her pussy. I may be bigger than the men she’s been with, and I may not have given her the time to adjust to my size, but that’s too bad for her. I’ve waited far too long for this, for her.
“Fuck, Em,” I groan as I hold myself still for a short second. I need to feel this, feel her wrapped around me. I need to feel the way I stretch her open so fucking wide for me. Her hands come up to rest on my chest, almost as if she’s pushing me back a little, but I won’t let that happen.
I reach up and brush her hands away from me before spreading her wide open and holding her thighs apart. Like this, she can’t deny me anything. Not a single part of her. And I take advantage, too.
I start to roll my hips, getting as deep inside her as I can. Chills run up and down my spine from feeling her like this.
“It’s too much,” she whines as I fuck her slowly.
“No, it’s not. You can take me, baby. You can take every inch of me,” I tell her as I keep going. When I look up at her, her eyes have rolled back and her lips stay parted as I pick up the pace. Her hands are by her sides, clenching the sheet when I really get moving.
“Oh God!” She screams as I bottom out inside her. Her head whips back and forth, and I move faster and deeper. Her sounds, all the little sounds coming from her, are perfect. They’re mine. Every single fucking one of them are mine.
I move one hand between us to find her clit pulsing, and I begin to rub it. Emerson tightens around me, and I growl low in my throat. I knew fucking her would feel good. Just not this good.
“Be a good girl and come for me, Em. I want to feel you release all over my cock,” I tell her as I keep going. Her hands keep balling up the sheets; her eyes are closed, and her face pinched as I work her clit faster. Her lips part just as her body lets go and gives me everything I want.
Emerson comes for me.
“Fuck!” She cries out, making me smile for a brief second before I come behind her. This would have felt so much better if I didn’t wear this fucking condom, but that will come in time.
My cock jerks inside her as she gasps for air, her blurry eyes coming to meet mine.
“How did … I’ve never …”
“You liked it.” She nods her head but can’t seem to form words, which doesn’t surprise me. She’s pretty drugged up right now. I pull out of her and climb off the bed, heading for the bathroom and tossing the condom. I wash up, walk back into the room, and sit down in the chair, watching her. She’s asleep, which I figured she would be. The amount of drugs I had given to her wasn’t small amounts.
“My sweet, Emerson. If things were different …” I say, letting the sentence trail off.
Knowing I have a while before she wakes up, I sit here and watch her sleep. It’s not like I haven’t seen her sleep before because I have. I’ve been outside her bedroom window more than one night. I’ve watched the way her lips part in her sleep, and her lashes flutter, but never this close. No. Never this close.
Here, I can see everything. Every little breath she takes. The way her chest rises and falls slowly. She rolls onto her side so she’s facing me, and I smile. She’s so fucking beautiful. A handful, yes. I know that my little Emerson likes sex, and I know she doesn’t care where she gets it from, either. If I have anything to do with it, after tonight, the only cock she’ll be riding is mine.
After I’ve sat here for hours, I decide it’s time for me to go. I’ve paid the room up for as long as she’s here, which will likely only be until the drugs wear off.
I grab my clothes and pull them before walking over, pulling the blanket over her naked body, and leaning down, pressing my lips to her cheek.
“I’ll see you soon, Em.”