She stares down at her Oreo cookie milkshake with strawberry chunks, marshmallow and salted caramel sauce, and Bailey’s Irish cream.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” I jest.
Rolling her eyes, she playfully pushes my shoulder and says, “Whatever, don’t tell me then. Just know I’m on to you and Wy. Don’t think I haven’t figured out you all somehow know more about me than I’ve revealed. But I’ve decided to let you both be great.”
I chuckle.
If only she knew the extent of it.
We’re sitting in the theater room in my house. Emma loves books, fashion, music, comfort food, and movies.
The original plan was to take her to a red carpet movie premiere and have her meet some of her favorite stars, but after Summer’s body was left to taunt her, we all agreed it would be best to keep our dates local.
So, since Plan A is no longer an option, I’ve settled on the next best thing- bringing the movies to her.
I’ve spent the last week having this room remodeled to offer the best accommodations. I swapped out the first two rows of traditional cinema recliners for a king-size obsidian tufted sofa bed covered in matching colored pillows and blankets. I had a Cretors T-3000 popcorn maker brought in and stocked the snack bar with her favorite treats.
We’ve already watched
Pride & Prejudice and
The Avengers, but we needed a snack break.
I watch as her mouth wraps around the straw, her lips pucker as she hollows her cheeks to drink her shake. Her smoldering, pewter eyes take me in- enthralling me. I watch, frozen beside her, unable to do more than breathe as she pulls her mouth away and slowly laps the residual cream from her lips.
“See something you like?” she whispers, her voice sultry. The sound wrapping around my dick- turning my semi, hard.
“I’m trying to behave myself, Angel, but you’re tempting fate,” I groan.
“Fuck being good,” she exclaims, reaching to put her drink on the side table before crawling across the bed. The top of her tank dips, exposing the tops of her tits.
Her intentions are made clear when she straddles my lap, grinding on my now rock hard erection.
“Fuck, Emma. You’re trying to kill me.”
“Maybe a little,” she confesses as she pulls her top over her head, exposing her sheer lavender bra. It’s embroidered in lace around the top but leaves her rose-tipped nipples exposed.
My mouth salivates at the sight of her taking her pleasure. She rolls her hips, working herself into a frenzy.
“You look so fucking beautiful flushed and in control,” I begin, then I grip the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss. She tastes like strawberries and cream as our tongues fight for control. I let her have this moment, but tonight, control belongs to me. Flipping over, I place her on her back and then yank down her leggings. “But I’m in charge tonight,” I growl.
I toss her pants and position myself over her, my hands on either side of her face, bending my elbows until my teeth nip her jaw.
“Are you going to be a good girl, Emma?” I coax, biting my way down her neck until I reach what I want. Not waiting for her response, I suck her peaked nipple into my mouth through the fabric of her bra.
A whimpered, “Yessss,” is all I hear before I brace on one forearm and reach in my back pocket for Lola.
Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away long enough to cut the center band of her bra, freeing her heavy tits.
Leaning back, I take in her sensual form. Emma’s whole body is tinted pink- her chest heaving and her lips already swollen from our earlier makeout session.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Karl,” she breathily states.
Peering down, I nod in agreement before placing the knife down, pulling my hoodie over my head, and stepping off the bed to pull off my sweats.
“Better?” I smirk.
I watch her eyes rove down my naked body and then climb back in the bed, halting when her words from earlier replay in my mind.
‘Until this bullshit twisted bridal hunt is over, you’ll need to wear a condom.’ Emma was adamant about no glove, no love. Even after I told her no one was sleeping with any of the other girls. Her reply was about how many fucks she didn’t give about our promises.
‘A promise is a comfort to a fool,’ were her words to end the discussion.
Reaching over, I grab the foil packets from my sweatpants pocket and drop them on the bed.
Emma’s approving smile eases something in my chest. I don’t give a damn about the wants or needs of others. I’m typically single-minded in my focus until her.
It wasn’t instant. Sure, I wanted to fuck her, but the need to be anything she needed grew after seeing her at her strongest and weakest moments.
Climbing back on the bed, I position my head between her legs, spreading her open and lowering my mouth to cover her pussy.
“Shit,” she shouts as my tongue darts in and out of her before gliding up to her clit. I insert thick fingers and feel her clench around them as my tongue curls around her peak and sucks.
I alternate between pumping and twisting my fingers, trying to get her ready for me, only adding another finger when I feel her hips moving in tandem. I know she’s close when I hear her pants growing wilder and shorter. Renewed in my ministrations, I increase my pace and bite down on her clit just as she shatters- her juices leaking down my hand and the crack of her ass.
She’s ready.
Rising off the bed, I rip a condom packet off and tear the foil with my teeth. She watches me with her heated gaze as I roll it on.
Once I’m positioned over her, I ask, “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” Everything in me hopes she doesn’t say no. My dick is so hard I feel the pre-cum in the condom.
“Please,” is her only response, and I position myself between her legs.
The crown of my cock pushes inside, her walls gripping me, preventing further progress.
My jaw tenses, easing back out. Even with all of our prepping, she’s still not ready, but the feel of her around me is better than a scream of pain as my knife slices through flesh.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.