32. Emmett
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
EMMETT
H oly fucking shit.
Her mouth is a paradise, and I’m desperate to claim her so she’ll never be able to leave me.
I knew the moment I stepped out of the shadows I’d never be able to go back, but now that I’ve allowed myself to feel her warmth, I realize I’ll do anything to keep her, to make her mine.
I press deeper, slowly at first to allow her to get used to the feeling of my cock lodged just inside her throat.
Waverly’s gag reflex jerks around me, and I tighten my grip on her hair as I struggle to hold on to control of myself. The part of me that has been waiting for this day since I first realized how obsessed with her I truly was wants nothing more than to bury myself deep in her throat, but I have to play this right.
If I’m going to keep her, I can’t break her. Not yet at least.
Her watery eyes stare up at me as she follows my direction to swallow around the intrusion, and I groan at the feeling of her throat working me. I might have to come down her throat just to take the edge off.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well,” I praise as I drag my hips back and then press forward again, giving her the chance to practice a few times. “Fuck, you have no idea how good your mouth feels, Waverly. I could spend the rest of my fucking life right here.”
She moans around me as she shifts her hips slightly. It’s not enough for me to reprimand her, but she’s getting closer to the edge.
If she knew more about kink, perhaps she would try to hold her orgasm off for as long as possible, but a part of me is smug that I’ll be able to be her introduction to forced releases. Her body will be desperate for the sensations to stop, and yet she’ll still come so fucking perfectly for me.
I drag my cock along her tongue, enjoying the way she laps at me with every pass before resting the head on her bottom lip and giving myself a few rough pumps. “Are you getting close, Waverly?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.” The edge of a whine in her voice makes it hard to remain still. How does she so easily unravel me?
“Good girl. I want you to come for me, Waverly. I want you to come all over the vibrator before I bury my cock down your throat.”
Her eyes press closed for a moment before popping open again, her body wound tight and so close to the edge I’m sure a stiff breeze could throw her over the edge.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let your body fall for me.”
The orgasm builds slowly, her entire body shaking ever so slightly as she fights to remain in the position I put her in. For someone who has never scened like this, she’s delightfully submissive. I expected I would have to train her, but she seems to know what to do to please me instinctively.
The moan that falls from her lips is almost my own undoing as I jerk my cock against the soft pillows. I’m almost jealous of the silicone toy that’s buried inside her as she comes around it, imagining how her pussy must be clenching around it as she falls apart.
Watching Waverly come has quickly become one of my very favorite sights, which makes me think although I’ve leaned more toward orgasm denial in the past, I may be a changed man when it comes to orgasm control.
“Good girl,” I murmur as I run my fingers through her hair. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”
“Oh god,” she moans. “Emmett.”
“I’ve got you,” I tell her as the pleasure begins to morph into something else entirely. The toy continues to vibrate against her G-spot and her oversensitive clit without missing a single beat.
“It’s too much,” she whines, her entire body trembling at the overwhelming pleasure that assaults her.
“You can take it, Waverly. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers, her eyes glazing over as she stares up at me.
“Then you’ll keep coming for me until I tell you you’ve had enough.”
Before she gets the chance to respond, I push my cock between her lips, but this time she doesn’t gag. Instead, she works her throat around me, and I slip inside without any resistance, tearing something between a groan and a growl from my throat.
“Oh fuck.” I press myself deeper. “That’s it, Waverly. You have no fucking clue how good you feel. Fuck.”
It takes everything I have to pull back and allow her to breathe before sinking into her wet mouth again, savoring every second of the paradise I knew her body would be.
Waverly may think this is just for the night, but now that I’ve had her, I’ll never be able to let her go.