Chapter 6 #2
I came back to my senses with a growl and pushed her down onto her back, my hand collaring her throat. “Fuck. You did so well.”
“Yeah?”
A laugh rumbled through my chest. “Yeah, baby.”
I captured her lips with mine, dipping my tongue deep into her mouth.
Her fingers dug into my back as her slick pussy rubbed against my cock.
My taste on her lips, the heat of her against me, and the nip of her teeth on my lips made my spent cock twitch and start to harden again.
Who knew my cock could recover so quickly because I sure as fuck didn’t.
I broke our kiss with a gasp. “Now it’s my turn.”
I palmed her breast with one hand and used the other to push her leg up to her chest, spreading her wide.
A sharp inhale, a deepening blush, and then her rosy nipple was between my lips.
She arched her chest as I sucked before I switched to her other nipple.
The list of things I wanted to do to her was already overwhelming, and then her hand came to my hair once more.
She ran her fingers through the strands that were longer than they’d been since my father forced me to shave my head starting at age ten.
He’d said it was to protect me in a fight, prevent an opponent from using my own body against me, but one night when he was drunk, he admitted the real reason–he couldn’t stand seeing his wife’s blonde hair on his children.
The touch was foreign in its gentleness and it cracked something inside me.
She kept her hand there, holding me as I kissed my way down her body. Her pussy glistened with wetness, making my mouth water. I breathed in deeply, her rich scent had precum beading at the tip of my cock while it practically begged me to push inside her. She was my every dream come true.
I pressed a kiss to the top of her mound, and she stiffened. Her hold on my hair shifted as she tried to pull me away. A warning grunt rumbled through my chest.
Her dark eyes met mine. “You don’t have to…you know.”
I scowled as I tried to decipher her words.
“I mean, you already did that earlier in the bathroom, and I didn’t shave or anything, so if you don’t…”
I hooked her chin, holding it so firmly she couldn’t hope to look away. Her cheeks flushed with heat as I ran my fingers through her soaking slit and brought them to my mouth. I sucked down her sweetness.
“I am in charge tonight. So if I want to spend hours eating your pussy, that’s what I’m going to do. Understand?”
Her eyes flared and cheeks darkened red, but she slowly lifted her chin in assent.
“Good.”
My head settled back between her legs. She was even wetter than before, and I smirked. Emma liked being told what to do.
I planted firm hands on her lush thighs, spread them wide, and dove into paradise. I groaned as I gave her a long lick, savoring the taste of her. Her little gasp spurred me on, and then her hands were back in my hair, this time pulling me closer.
Fuck yes.
I thrust my tongue inside her tight cunt. Her shocked cry drove me higher. I needed more, needed everything from her.
My hands gripped her ass cheeks as I spread her even further. My tongue circled her clit while her soft cries and moans guided me closer and closer to her climax.
“Oh my god. I think I’m going to—”
I pulled away. She let out a soft cry and propped herself up on her elbows. “Why did you stop?”
The look of betrayal in her expression brought a smile to my lips. “Did you think you were going to get to come that easily?” I shook my head slowly, dragging out this moment. “We’re just getting started, and if you want to come, you’ll have to beg for it.”
She clenched her jaw and scowled, but I didn’t relent as I slowly dragged my fingers up and down her inner thigh.
Up and down.
Soft, barely there strokes. Almost but never quite touching her pussy.
“Fine,” she snapped. “Please.”
My lips twitched. I kept the steady rhythm, a featherlight touch on the curve of her hip.
She whimpered and parted her legs wider. Now it was my turn to grit my jaw because she was all lush temptation and dripping arousal.
“Please, Declan.” Her voice was softer now. “Please make me come.”
My resistance broke and I buried my tongue in her tight channel with a groan.
Her hips arched on a cry. I sucked up her sweetness like a man starved, pressing one finger inside her, then two.
Her pleasure quickly built again and it wasn’t long before she was needy and begging, seconds away from coming.
I was tempted to pull back, edge her again, but I needed to see her fall apart just as much as she did.
“Come for me,” I ordered. She gripped my hair, using her hold as leverage as she ground against my face.
Her cunt gripped my fingers, contracting around me until her orgasm broke.
She cried out, but I didn’t stop circling her clit with my tongue, helping her ride out the intense waves of pleasure until she collapsed against the mattress.
I kissed my way up her relaxed body, a satisfied smirk on my lips because I’d done that.
I was the reason her eyes were closed, her limbs heavy, and her hair strewn across her pillow.
I pressed sloppy kisses down her cheek until she laughed and shoved me away.
She gave me the cutest kitten scowl, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her pouty lips.
“So beautiful.” My voice was low and hoarse like I had been the one screaming, not her. Watching her fall apart had undone me.
“You’ve killed me with orgasms,” she whined.
I hummed, my lips trailing across her collarbone. “Would you like to lodge a complaint to management?”
She snorted a laugh. “You’re going to be unbearably full of yourself now, aren’t you?”
My only response was hitching up her leg until she was wide open to me, her hot little pussy soaking my skin. “No, but you will be.”
She chuckled, but it quickly turned into a moan as my hips rocked forward, resting at her entrance. I froze. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh. I do.” Her cheeks burned while her head turned to the side.
She gestured at her purse lying on the floor, and I reluctantly moved off of her and snagged a foil packet.
The box was unopened, but a flash of possessive rage still shot through me at the idea of her bringing someone else back from the club to fuck.
She’s not yours. This is just one night.
I pushed the thought out of my head and slowly rolled on the condom. She licked her lips, eyes wide. Her innocence was a fucking turn-on.
My body vibrated with need as I crawled back on top of her, dragging my rough, scar-marked skin across her smooth, perfect curves.
She ran her hands across my chest and I shuddered.
She was soft and warm and perfect. My cock rubbed through her slick pussy and I pushed the first few inches inside her.
She squeezed me so tight I had to grit my teeth to stop from coming immediately.
She arched and wiggled beneath me, and her nails dug into my skin while she clung to my arms. I pulled out and rolled my hips forward again, but this time, Emma’s body, which had been soft and languid just moments before, was tense beneath me. Her eyebrows knitted together and her jaw clenched.
I froze, suspicion slowly creeping in.
“Emma?”
“Hmm?”
“Open your eyes.”