by Mia Ford
“Fuck yes!”
She screams out, and I know that she’s being brought to the edge. I haven’t started yet, but I want her to know what’s in store.
“I’m going to fuck you. Not just in the room. But all other fucking Vegas.”
She doesn’t stop as I move from biting to sucking on her neck. I’m bringing her close to the edge and her pussy’s no longer dripping wet, it’s fucking soaking wet. Ready for me to fuck her as we take a tour around town and I have a private one of her pussy.
Chapter Eleven
Emily
After I reach the edge in his arms, I can’t believe that he didn’t put his fingers in my pussy or even give me oral sex. It happened so easily, and the worse part is that I want more. My body’s starting to get aroused again, “Please, Marvin! Don’t stop.” My body’s shaking and I’m recovering but still craving more.
He chuckles and continues peppering kisses up and down my neck. Marvin’s driving me crazy. Just having him nearby, hearing his voice in my ear, is enough to get me hot under the collar.
Everything that’s happening this weekend started is a new experience for me, and if I have to be honest, I love it. I should be looking out of the window and worrying about passer-by’s hearing me scream at the back of the limo. I know for sure Kurt heard me, but I don’t care as I wriggle in his arms, trying to turn around and place my mouth against his. I want more kisses with champagne. My wriggling pushes us closer, and I hear him moan as his big, fat cock presses against my ass.
I roll my hips back against his, pressing against his erection, causing us both to moan.
“If you keep doing that, Emily, I won’t be held responsible for what I do to you,” he warns. One hand is on my breast, but the other travels down to in between my thighs. The panties aren’t panties. It’s more of a lace gold belt that moves across my waist. He has easy access to do the thing that I desire the most, but he’s teasing me as he gets so close to my folds.
“Hmm, I want you so fucking bad right now!”
I hum, “What’s stopping you?”
My eyes are closed as I can’t even open them. I can’t see a thing, we could be in the middle of the Grand Canyon for all to see and the thought of it excites me even more.
“I’m so wet, for you right now.”
My aching sex is begging for him to take me.
“My pants are so wet right now. You’re not dripping; you’re like a reservoir that’s been set free just flowing all over me.”
I lay my head back over his shoulder, arching my chest into his hand as I roll my hips into his palm. I’m panting for breath, and it turns to gasps as his hand pulls away from my sex to slide under the top of my panties.
“Fuck!” I cry out when he touches me, which makes me roll my hips again, pushing my ass back into his cock, then pressing my pussy harder against his hand. I’m trying to get him to put pressure where I need it the most, but he’s toying with me.
“Marvin, please,” I chant as if I’m a broken record.
“What is it, Emily,” he says teasingly in my ear.
“Touch me!”
“But I am touching you,” he retorts.
I growl lightly. My hands are resting on his thighs, and I don’t remember when they moved there, but I use them. I press his hand between my legs even harder against my sex and arch my back to reach my other hand around me to touch his cock.
“Dammit, Emily,” Marvin growls against my neck.
I laugh, breathless. “Good!”
He starts to make primal animal sounds, the same thing that he did last night and I know what that means, he’s ready to take it that step further. There's a peck on the side of my neck, at my pulse, then he’s pulling his hands away, making me moan in disappointment.
“Marvin. Don’t stop…”
I say out of desperation.
“Shh, Emily. We’re just getting a little comfortable.”
He has shifted me so that I’m back on my knees. I gasp as his hands slowly move over my hips. My face is fired up because I’m pretty much naked in the back of the limo. The cool air-con doesn’t reduce my body temperature as he builds a fire of passion within me.
His hands on my hips push down on my gold belt. He slides it off and then he does the same with my bra. Even though my breasts are already out. I’m completely naked and blindfolded; I know that he can’t resist me now.
“Now what?”
I ask impatiently thinking that he’s completely changing the momentum and I’m scared that he’s going to back out once again.
Marvin sucks in a harsh breath. “Sorry, just needed a moment to look at you. You’re beautiful, Emily.”
“Marvin,” I say, my voice a definite whine because I’m too far gone to be embarrassed now. It’s not like my face can burn any hotter, anyway. “Come inside me.”
I’m on my knees in front of him, lips parted, feeling wet and swollen, sweat slicking down my forehead. Whatever sight is there for him to see, he loves it if the groan that comes out of him is anything to go by.
“Up,” he commands, “on the seat. Lie on your back with me, Emily.”
I whimper as I scramble to do what he says, in spite of my impatience. There’s enough self-consciousness left in me that I don’t want to slip and look like an idiot to him and ruin the mood in the process. There isn’t so much room that I’d have to search for the seat, though, my hands touching smooth leather as I reach them out. I use them to guide me, so I sit down, then move to lie on my back. I end up with my back pressed against the door, my legs pressed against Marvin, though he moves to give me more room.
Then, without warning, he takes one of my legs, the one pressed against the back of the seat, and throws it over his shoulder, spreading my thighs as he moves into the space left between. I gasp and squirm a little because I can't see, but I know I’m bared to him completely, and I can almost feel the weight of his gaze as his eyes rove over my body.
“This view is much better,” he says, voice husky, and I moan. “It’s too much, Emily. I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”
“Then don’t,” I retort, reaching out for him. When my hands grab onto his arms, I slide my hands up to his shoulders, then to wrap around his neck and drag him down.
His lips collide with mine in a harsh, wet kiss. The position is a little uncomfortable, but I don’t say anything about it because I find myself speechless. I feel his lips wrap around a nipple and gently tug on it; then he does the same on the other side. He slides kisses down my abdomen, my body trembling because I know where this is going. Proved right when I feel his warm breath between my thighs.
I'm already so wet, and ready for him. I can feel my clit twitch as he blows another warm breath over me, and then I’m trying not to reach for him to press against me. He moves on, and I cry out, my back arching against the seat as he swipes a broad lick up my pussy and flicks the tip of his tongue against my throbbing clit.
He flicks the tip of his tongue on my clit, over and over again. One of his hands grips the underside of the thigh I have over his shoulder, pushing it back into my chest as he licks all over my sex, then sucks lightly on my throbbing clit. I can feel him slide a single digit in my pussy and thrusting a couple of times, then adding a second and third finger in rapid succession. All I can do is squirm and moan at the provocative touch. At this rate, I know I’ll come before he’s even in me once again.
He moves away, and almost immediately I can hear the sound of foil ripping. Then, there’s silence, and I imagine him wrapping a condom around his cock. The image has a shiver racking through my body. Then his hands are back on me, catching both of my thighs to push them out further, just shy of uncomfortable.
I moan, still waiting, and my breath hitches when I feel the head of his cock rub against my sex, up and down, pressing at my entrance without going in, then sliding up and rubbing against my clit. I’m rolling my hips, trying to get him inside, but he's teasing me.
I feel his hands fl
ex on my thighs, and still almost immediately, taking it as some sign. Then he's sliding in me, finally, and we both moan in relief when he's seated inside me to the hilt.
He’s sending punishing thrusts as his hips slap against my ass with every thrust, his hold on me keeping me in place for him.
“This is what you’ve been begging me for!”
My hands tighten on his shoulders.
“Ah, Marvin!”
I yell out as I try and take what he's giving to me because I can’t get any leverage to move into his harsh thrusts. I babble words that I don’t even recognize as if I’m speaking a foreign language. Marvin fucks me hard and fast, and the painful experience soon surpasses, just like when he was spanking me as it turns into bolts of pleasure.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I scream out as my body bursts in pleasurable waves that have me crying out and clutching at Marvin. He gives a hard thrust, then another, and follows me into orgasm. His hand presses against my thigh so that he can grind harder against me. Until his rhythm picks up and he’s thrusting so quickly, and making primal sounds that I know that I didn’t come alone.
“Emily, Emily, you are a bad girl. I was going to save that right for the end.”
“You were going to punish me a little longer.”
He laughs as he pulls away, “I don’t like the term punishment. Aren’t you enjoying it?”
He moves away from me and all of a sudden I feel blinded and helpless.
“Marvin?”
I stretch my hands out to try and touch him, but then I hear his voice as he says, “One minute. The limo’s stopped, don’t worry let’s get you fixed and then we’ll go back to the hotel.”
Are we back already?
A panic sets through me as I reach up and try and take my blindfold off, but then I feel his hands doing it for me.
He’s wearing a white shirt and matching pants; he looks completely relaxed as he kisses me on the lips. I inhale his woody scent and smile, “That’s the best tour I’ve ever been on.”
He smirks, “You’re not the only one. I enjoyed the ride.”
He lifts up my panties and holds them to his nose and closes his eyes.
“I want that as a memorabilia of how good you tasted, just put on your dress. I want to think about your invitation. Your pussy ready for me to take it whenever I want.”
I smile, “And where you want?”
He nods, “You’re learning Emily. A lot quicker than I could have ever envisaged.”
I take it as a compliment and as Kurt announces that we’re officially at the hotel. He asks Marvin if he enjoyed the tour.
“So, much so Kurt. That I might have to take it again before we leave.”
Marvin winks at me as I put on my dress. The red one that I had on before I put on the gold lingerie. My hair’s still damp. Hopefully, eventually, it’ll dry up later, but then by the sound of things. I doubt it.
Chapter Twelve
Marvin
As we leave the limo, I know that Emily needs her rest. She’s slouching, and it’s clear that she’s tired. If we go up, the last thing I’ll let her do is rest. Especially with my token of the tour safely in my back pocket.
“Let’s sit here for a while.”There’s a lounge area off to the side with several seats and tables arranged. Emily struggling to walk properly, which is understandable given what took place in the limo not so long ago.
“I don't want to sit down where there are people, Marvin,” she whispers as she gets closer, “Especially when I still don’t have my panties on.”
“Why ever not?” I quip back, and she wrinkles her nose up at me.
She’s clutching tightly to me as I hold her to my side. I’m pretty sure it’s not just because she has a little trouble walking on her feet or the missing panties.
“I feel sticky, and I want to shower and change.”
“And maybe a nap,” I added thoughtfully, my eyes sliding to her before facing forward.
“I don’t need a nap,” she grumbles. Then I notice she’s looking at me out the corner of her eye.
I laugh as I decide to take her to the room. Once I push the button for the elevator. I notice that no one else is inside. I take this opportunity to push her gently against one of the walls once the door’s close. I press my lips against hers only for a second.She whimpers, her body trembling slightly, and I can't tell if it’s her tiredness or eagerness for wanting more. I pull away thinking that she needs to get freshened up and anymore right now may leave her completely sore.
“I’m going to leave you alone so you can have some rest. You need it, Emily. Get something to eat, too.”
The last thing I want to do is starve her.
She pouts at me, my eyes sliding down to her tempting lips. “Marvin at least join me for a shower?” she flutters her eyelashes up at me.
The elevator comes to a stop, surprising both of us when the doors suddenly slide open. I take her hand and lead her out into the hallway. She’s regained herself enough to walk properly, if a little uncomfortable, on her own. I watch her face and notice the slight discomfort she tries to hide.
It’s another reason why I’m putting off any more activities for the day maybe I’ll leave it until tonight. I can tell by the way she’s walking and the look on her face that she’s sore. She wasn’t a virgin, but I doubt she’s seen much action in some time. I remember there being a couple of guys that Ben told me she was dating. Every time he said the words ‘Emily and her boyfriend’ a wave of jealousy would enter my mind, as much as I’ll like to think of me as being her first. I know that it’s not the case, but I do know that I must be the first to please her the way that I’ve done this weekend. So much so that I’ve had her begging for more.
We stop by her door, and she turns to face me, standing close, her face turned up so her eyes could meet mine. Unable to resist, I lean down for another kiss, this time just a soft brush of lips, before I make myself push back.
“I’ll see you later, Emily,” I say quietly.
She smiles softly at me, leaning up on her toes to peck my lips lightly. “You promise?”
I nod my head, “Have I ever broken one before?”
She shakes her head, then she lifts her hand, trying to put her key in and acting like a jilted bride. She said that she wants to freshen up and she obviously needs her rest. This is the best decision, to leave her. Even if it’s only for a little while.
As I turn and go into the adjoining room. I find myself lost as to what to do. Like her, I could have a shower, but then I don’t feel like it right now. As I check the time, I can’t believe that it’s so late.
I decide to hit the shower, and then I hover at her door. The room next to mine with my towel wrapped around my waist. I run my hand through my hair, thinking that this must be the first time. That I’m thinking of not sleeping alone.
Kurt gave us a tour; he must have been circulating for a while. I didn’t realize how late it is, and even though it’s a little early to sleep. I can’t imagine doing anything else right now.
***
I don’t even know if Emily’s aware that we’re due to leave this morning. I get up and knock on her door. I peep in to discover that she’s fast asleep and wrapped in a towel. My eyes sheepishly move across her body as I lift up the covers. She’s naked; it’s almost as if she was hoping that I’ll join her during the night.
I go back to my room and leave her a note. One that I know she’ll love for later on. She can take her time and get her energy back. I have a few calls to make and a flight to change for the both of us.
It doesn’t take long for me to get ready afterward, seeing as everything’s going to plan at work and there’s no emergency that I need to deal with for now. Roger’s one of the best secretaries that I’ve ever had, and I can see that not only is he forwarding my emails, but he’s checking up on them.
I send him a quick thank you note, before heading to the shower and getting ready. I decide on a dark gray suit. I leave my suite, wa
lking at a brisk pace, heading for Emily's room, before I even have a chance to knock on her door. She opens the door, and I run my eyes over the dress that she’s wearing. It’s black, sleeveless, and goes down to her feet with matching black stiletto heels on her feet. She has one of her designs. I recognize it from her latest collection. The necklace adorns her neck with a matching bracelet on her wrist.
She looks mind-blowing, and she’s my date for the night.
“You’re beautiful, Emily. I can see that you got my note. Did you have anything urgent to do today in the office?”
She shakes her head, “No. I’m glad we got to stay another night. Thanks for the compliment,” she spins around and then laughs, “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
I smirk, taking the complement.
"Shall we?" I ask, offering my arm.
She closes her door and steps toward me, slipping her hand around my elbow. I place a hand over hers, keeping her in place, and lead her to the elevator.
“Where are we going tonight?”
“Out to dinner. Just you and I. We can sit and get to know each other better.”
She giggles, “I thought that we’d done that already.”
I tilt my head to the side as I stop in my tracks, “Yes. But this will be different. We’ll have a conversation.”
She looks surprised at my admittance, but I didn’t expect us to be having this much fun and games. I wanted to get to know her differently. Not as her dad’s best friend, but as a friend possibly future lover.
I lead her to the elevator, and we enter in silence, and I sense that she’s thinking too hard about what I’d just said. She’s a thinker, one that likes to try and finding meaning in everything that’s said and done. As we step out of the elevator and glide out of the hotel, on cue Kurt is waiting for us with the limo.
Kurt nods and then greets us both. Swiftly he opens the door for us, being the gentleman that I am, I wait for Emily to step inside first.
It doesn’t take long for us to arrive at the restaurant and after Kurt announces it on the intercom. She looks up at me from under her lashes, biting her bottom lip, and the look goes straight to my cock. I wonder if she knows the effect she has on me and if she reacts the way she does to entice me. If yes, it's working. She gives the barest nod of her head, and I assume that is as much answer as I am going to get out of her for a while.
