20. Emma
Idropped my book, losing my spot. The shaking in my hands didn’t subside, my fingers fumbling for the bookmark as he pounded on the door again.
“Emma,” his voice dropped an octave. A chill ran through my spine landing in my core, “Open the fucking door.” There was something deadly in the way he spoke.
I carefully made my way out of the bed towards the door when he began to count down.
“Three.”
I took another step, over halfway there.
“Two.”
My fingers barely grazed the door knob, the tremors making it difficult to control my limbs.
“One. Time’s up Emma.”
I threw the door open, just as he finished my name. He shoved his way through the threshold slamming the door behind him. His disheveled hair stuck to his forehead in a sweaty mess. He smelled faintly like smoke and gasoline. His body had a fresh sheen of sweat that made him look rugged and sexy.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
“Get on your knees,” my head snapped at the command. His breathing was uneven, the rise and fall of his chest knotted my stomach.
“What?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Get,” his teeth were clenched as he gripped my shoulders, “On your fucking knees, Emma.”
Roughly, he moved my body where he wanted, positioning me on my knees face to face with his crotch. My knees throbbed under the weight of me on the solid flooring as his gaze pierced into mine.
“Take my cock out and get to work kitten.”
I couldn’t believe his words, I couldn”t believe my body willingly moved towards the fly of his pants unzipping slowly as his dick sprang into my face. My rapid heart rate was the only thing I could hear.
“I said,” he gripped the back of my hair roughly, “get to work.”
The head of his cock was shoved past the threshold of my lips. The salty taste of his precome slid across my tongue as he made his way down my throat. I didn’t have time to choke, there was no time to gag. His cock filled me roughly, my mouth stretching desperately to keep my teeth from grazing his skin.
“Look at me,” my eyes snapped to his as tears began blurring my vision, “I want you to watch me.” He railed my mouth pausing when my lips touched his pelvis.
He held himself there, my throat constricted around him. I couldn’t breathe, my hands pounded on his hips desperate for him to release me. Tears ran down my face in thick streams.
“You look devastatingly beautiful choking on my cock, kitten,” his voice broke as he slowly withdrew every inch, only leaving the tip in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around it, never breaking eye contact with him. His head fell back against the door as his eyes closed. His Adam”s apple bobbed in his throat, swallowing as my tongue ran down the shaft. His hand still gripped my hair lightly, letting me have temporary control.
I felt him swell impossibly larger as I took him halfway. Why was I doing this? Why was I allowing this man to do this to me? My panties were soaked, the heat between my legs throbbed in tune to the bob of my head.
“Fuck,” his virile moan turned me on even more, “you unravel me.”
He growled the last sentence before gripping my hair and neck and slamming himself to the hilt into my mouth. My muffled gags were gargled as he glared down at me, taking his entire length in my mouth. The first hot spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat, my stomach heaved, wanting to vomit as the next hot streams coated my esophagus.
“Swallow it,” he snarled, “swallow every last drop of my cum like a good girl.” My lips were swollen and bruising under his violent rhythm.
By the time his pace slowed, his thick fluid ran down the corners of my mouth leaving a sticky trail down my neck and chest. After sucking and licking him clean, he slid out of my mouth tucking himself back into his pants, leaving me breathless on the floor.
I licked my sore lips as he fingered the come that escaped, shoving it into my mouth. My mouth licked his fingers clean until every bit of him was cleaned up.
“That’s my good girl, Emma.” He kissed me softly as he spoke the words before turning away. He headed to my bathroom, closing the door.
I was still on my knees, the after taste of his essence lingered on my tastebuds. The shower started to run, the steam escaping under the crack of the door. I looked down at my red knee caps, my face damp with tears, the shock was wearing off.
A loud sob left my lips as the shower turned off.
What was wrong with me? My body betrayed me again, the wetness warming my thighs made me sick. This man was changing me. He was turning me into a version of myself that I no longer recognized.
By the time he got out of the shower, I was stripped naked in my bed waiting for him. His cock tented the towel he was wearing once he laid his eyes on me. Ashamed, I dipped a finger spreading my slick lips for him to see. My pussy throbbed under my fingers as they rubbed the tiny bundle of nerves.
“You want me to fuck you kitten?” he said letting the towel drop in a mess on the floor. “You want me to fill that little pussy with my come?” he fisted his cock in a death grip squeezing the shaft until the head reddened.
No, I wanted to scream, NO!
“Yes,” my fingers slid in my heat.
His body covered mine then, his lips crashing down onto me. He slid into me in one stroke. The force of his cock slamming into me sent tingles through my clit as it pulsed under the pressure. With every slide of his shaft against me, I quivered nearing my orgasm. His hands made their way between our bodies, pinching my clit so hard my vision blacked. I came with a rush of wetness that sprayed out of me soaking the both of us.
He followed soon after, exploding into my cunt, warming his cock in me until he softened completely. My legs were sore, still spread around him, my pussy clenching with the desire to be thoroughly fucked again. The shame spread through me, touching every part of my body except my weeping pussy. I was insatiable for this man, even after knowing some of the things he could have done. Even knowing I might have the essence of a monster painting my insides, my body was desperate for him. An unquenchable thirst that only he could douse.
More tears welled up at the thought, because I knew that before the night ended, I would be begging for Chase to take me again.