by Mia Kenney
“Emerson, do you want me to touch you?” Our foreheads meet and his lips hover over mine. I want him to kiss me so bad. A whispered ‘yes’ floats from my mouth. My heart jackhammers against my ribcage and desire ricochets from my lips to my heart down my abdomen and to my quivering wet mound.
“Emerson, your innocence is driving me out of my mind.” His lips are so close I can feel the heat of his breath wash over me. I hesitate before answering. My body pushes against his and his sexy scary smile is back. Tension coils between us. Something inside me surges and I feel like I could snap under his skilled hands.
“I didn’t know anybody like you existed. Now that I’ve found you I don’t want anything else. I cant stop thinking of you. What have you done to me, pretty girl?” His eyes travel down my body, taking their time as he drinks me in. The needs hunger in his eyes makes me feel beautiful. I’m lost on the he can't stop thinking of me but my mind can't keep up with my body. Flames are dancing through me and I have the feeling something big is about to happen. Maybe I won’t have to discuss the virgin rule with Olivia after all.
“These delicious nipples, has anyone ever tasted them?” His calloused fingers skim the curve of each breast, his palms supporting their weight. Reed pushes them up and together, thumbs strumming my hardened peaks. I love his dirty talk.
I shake my head no and push my chest out.
“Ask me Emerson. Ask me to suck them.” His hot minty breath floats in the air between us, and I close my eyes and inhale his earthy scent before answering. I recall an earlier conversation. The one when he told me he only fucks women who beg. This is what he wants. He needs to hear me beg.
“Please...suck my breasts, suck my nipples…” My back arches against the door and I whimper.
Reed lets out a soft moan. Warm lips press against my temple, tracing the curve of my face and down my neck. He settles in the hollow of my collarbone, kissing, licking and sucking. The intensity of his touch spirals through me, every brush of his lips creating ripples of wanton, needy lust. They continue building, each one building on the previous and washing through me like a giant wave I didn’t see coming until I’m a corkscrew ready to explode.
My arms are still pinned over my head, his hot tongue lazily traveling the slope of my breast, circling my areola. I try to push my breast into his mouth, but his grip is too tight and I can’t budge from the door. He’s taken all control from me and is giving me a pleasure I never knew existed in return. It almost seems unfair, being on the receiving end of such a fierce lover, and I can only hope that my body has him distracted enough to forget about his foolish rule.
Suddenly his tongue is gone, replaced by his hot breath blowing on my rigid peak. He’s teasing me now, giving me a small taste of what he is capable of before taking it away. Frustration abounds from every pore in my body, heightening an appetite for desire I didn’t know I had. I can’t help myself when the words spill from my mouth, “Reed, I want you in me...please…” I beg, my dignity washed away with the unspoken promise of having him buried deep inside of me.
He cups my chin and tilts my face up to meet his. “We’re doing this my way,” he grumbles and holds my gaze for a few tormented seconds before trailing kisses back down to my breasts.
Unable to move, I press the back of my head into the door and let the pleasure travel through me. “That’s it pretty girl,” he mumbles against my hot skin, “take all the pleasure I’m giving you.”
I’m on edge, my body caught in the space between reality and a dream. The wave racing through me continuing to grow deep inside my belly. A warm tingling sensation is building between my legs. Instinctually I attempt to raise my thighs and wrap them around his hips. Reed pushes his pelvis even harder against me, securing me to the wall. The extra pressure is enough to send shock waves from my apex and out of my mouth in a breathy moan. I can feel his smile against my breast as he takes my nipple and lightly tugs it between his teeth. The sensation makes me quiver all over.
His mouth is all over me, traveling from one breast to another with whispers of ‘so beautiful’ and ‘so delicious’ escaping him. Reed is making a path right down my stomach. Swirling his tongue in intricate circles and figure eights as his free hand strums my nipples. Bolts of desire are shooting through me.
Just when I think I may explode into a million shattered pieces, he shifts direction and is sucking hard in the hollow area below my hip bone. His hands are now dangerously close to my core, his fingertips grazing my sensitive folds. If I could choose a time to die with a smile on my face it would be right now.
My nipples are free of his tugging and twisting and my wrists are free of his grip. “Keep your hands over your head Emerson.” I do as I’m told even though I desperately want to grab his head and make him kiss me.
Reed wraps his arm under my thigh and places it over his shoulder. Knowing where this is going, or rather where his tongue is going, shoots my heart rate up to marathon level. Looking down I can see his biceps flexing under the fabric of his shirt and imagine him him shirtless, his tatted arms pinning and spreading me open.
“Reed, take off your clothes, I want to see you too,” I manage to gasp out. His mouth is now at my pelvic line, that wicked tongue licking and tasting every inch of me. “Sweet thing, only I give orders.” His breath is hot, hitting my sensitive skin in short quick pants. My insides are ready to explode.
Suddenly his other hand cups my pussy and spreads my lips. Cool air hits my sensitive tissue and his mouth leaves me. I’m horrified when I open my eyes and see him just staring at the most private part of my body, a part of me no guy has ever seen. I want to close my bath robe and hide forever, but my thoughts are interrupted.
Reeds jaw is tight, and his tongue darts out and moistens his bottom lip. “You have the most gorgeous pussy I have ever seen.” His hooded green emerald eyes lift, brimmed with the hunger of a wolf surviving an Alaskan winter. Anticipation pumps through me, my thighs overwhelmed with soft tremors as my body eagerly awaits what it already knows is coming.
“Emerson baby,” his breath hitches before he continues, “has anyone ever tasted your beautiful pussy?”
My chest heaves as I gasp for breath. I shake my head no. I’m quickly dazzled by his wide smile.
“Do you want me to lick you? Fuck you with my tongue?”
And here it is again. He’s giving me the opportunity to beg. And I’m certainly not one to pass having his magic mouth and wicked tongue on me and in me. “Lick me, I want to feel your tongue inside of me,” I pant like a wanton whore.
My arms drop and my thumb and forefinger pinch each nipple just as Reed glides his nose tortuously slow down my seam, scenting me up and down. He repeats this several times and for some crazy unknown reason it’s driving me nuts, in the best way possible. I’'m his prey, and he’s getting to know everything about my body before devouring me whole.
The soft heat of his tongue touches my clit and continues up and down the length of my seam pushing with just enough pressure to spread my lips apart. Immediately my body reacts with spastic need, my hips struggling to escape his grip so I can wrap my thighs around his head. I never want this to end.
“More, Reed, more...please...I want it…” His mouth continues its assault, licking and sucking and twirling his tongue into crevices I didn’t even know I had. The sounds my wetness is making as his wicked tongue laves me is sending my body over a glorious edge. And edge I have never been on before and I can’t wait to fly over. I palm my breasts and squeeze my nipples harder. And that’s all it takes to make me soar. Eyes rolling to the back of my head, my body is racked with a million jolts of electricity tearing through it.
No longer able to support myself, I collapse, the broad strength of his shoulders holding me up, his face still buried in the juncture of my thighs. The after effect of my very first orgasm still rippling in my veins, my pussy quivering and fluttering around his relentless tongue.
The warmth in my lower abdomen begins so spread aga
in. My hands grasp his head, fingers flexing and pulling as his magic mouth has my body clenching and begging for more.
“Come on Emerson baby, come again for me,” he’s talking into my pussy and I’m barely coherent. The vibrations of his words sending an electric thrill deep into me.
“I can’t, I don’t think I can.” I mumble in a dazed state as my body is coming down from a high it has never experienced before. My limbs feel like jelly.
The rumble starts low in my belly, the pressure building and spreading like a raging wildfire. His tongue impales me deeper than before and Reed is fucking me with his mouth like his life depends on it. He tilts his head from side to side, licking and sucking my inner walls. The parts of me that have never been touched are now pulsing and throbbing around a man's tongue. And then, with a slight tilt of his head, his tongue strokes a bundle of nerves I never knew existed. Somewhere in the distance, in the fog of lust surrounding us, I hear my desperate voice chanting his name, pleading for more.
I feel his huge arms wrapping around me, lifting and carrying me through my apartment like a small child. Too dazed and sated to speak, my head lulls against his warm chest. He makes me feel pretty and cherished in a way I’ve never experienced. The words haven’t come yet but his actions tell me I will always be safe with him. Pressing my hand on his rock hard chest I cover his heart, and hope he feels what I’m feeling too.
Chapter Thirteen
Emerson
The pounding of his heart echoes in my ear. Sparks flare through me as I visualize myself being taken by this force of nature. Everything about him is so big and broad, and I can’t wait to have him in me, my body purring to life as sinful ideas sprout in my imagination.
His heavy boot kicks my bedroom door open. My sex begins to throb, already clenching in anticipation to be taken by his mouth.
“Mmm, Reed,” I mumble breathlessly into his tight fitting midnight black t-shirt. He doesn’t reply, only squeezes me tighter with his tatted biceps before disrobing me and lying me down on my bed. The cool sheets sting my over sensitized skin. Dappled sunlight makes his shadowed face darker and more dangerous. “Are you going to fuck me?” My words come out as more of a hopeful statement than a question. I feel like a wanton whore. But only for this man.
“No,” his words sting. “I already told you I don’t fuck virgins.” His baritone voice is coarse like sandpaper. Disappointment washes over me, and I wonder what is so wrong with my body and causes him not to want it. After kissing and licking me all over, he still refuses to put his dick in me. My heart is breaking and he doesn’t even know it. He warned me he was a dirty bastard and I have no one to blame but myself. I’m not sure why I ever thought he would break his virgin rule for a plain girl like me.
“Well then, I guess I’ll get someone else to deflower me,” my words a hidden plea for mercy, a weak attempt to disguise the anger that’s now simmering below the surface.
A deep growl escapes him and his six four frame expands over me, making me feel petite and vulnerable.
“Open your legs for me Emerson.” It’s not a request, but a demand, an order I have every intent of following.
The sound of his leather belt being pulled through the loops fills the room. My thoughts are foggy. But this gorgeous man wants to fuck me, no matter how much he fights his desire. My pelvis lifts from the mattress in greedy anticipation.
Reed pushes his faded jeans over his narrow hips. He's commando and his cock bounces off his washboard abs.
He just stands there, towering over me with his beautiful cock reaching just past his navel. He's large and thick and I can't take my eyes from the pulsing vein that ropes along the side of his very impressive length.
His hooded eyes are dangerous, making my insides tingle and hum. Again. I just came all over his beautiful face, my juices still glistening on his soft full lips.
Instinctively I reach out to touch him.
His cock jumps under my touch. I didn't know that was possible. It feels hot. Something else I didn't know or maybe just didn't expect. He feels like heated steel wrapped in velvet.
His long arms are tense at his sides, like he's holding back and on the cusp of losing control. But I can't bring myself to look at him. I'm under the spell of his big magnificent cock. My eyes unable to leave the site of his glistening purple head. Its slit releasing clear semen in its excitement. The thick vein pulsing under my fingers.
"I want this Reed. I need you in me."
He glowers down at me. A flash of anger passes over him.
"You think a sweet girl like you can handle this?" He pushes his hips forward. His dick springs forward and it's close enough to lick. But I don’t. Something tells me it would anger him.
"Just fuck me Reed. I beg you, just please give it to me."
His lips curl. I feel like prey under his steely gaze. One move and he will pounce on me hard, fast and rough. Just like he promised in his apartment. Sparks shoot up my spine.
"Lay back, Emerson."
I do as he orders. Sinking my head into my pillow and dropping my bent knees open. I'm panting now. Short quick breaths filling the room.
His muscles flex as he pulls his shirt over his head with one arm. The twin mattress sinks under his weight. Its foolish of me to even think a man of his size could fit in my little bed. Jeans shucked over his muscular thighs,he kneels between my legs. His hand wraps around his cock and begins stroking. Hard and fast. The expansive head going from red to purple to shiny with his pre come. With each violent stroke he grunts, his ripped abdominal muscles contracting and squeezing with every jerk.
My leg is hooked over his shoulder, my ankle sizzling under the grasp of his hand. "Fuck me Reed, I want to feel you in me." I beg. I plead. I promise him the impossible and beg even more. He pulls on his cock harder, leans back on his heels and shoots ropes of hot come all over my stomach.
It’s beautifully hypnotic. But I can't help the feeling of disappointment of not having him in me.
Gently he lowers my leg but keeps me spread open for his viewing. His cock is still hard and throbbing. Anticipating what he will do next sends trembles rippling through me.
His hands lazily skim over my stomach. My sex clenches and I can't help but gasp.
Dipping his fingers in his come, he paints his arousal over my breasts. Its gentle and sexy and is making me feel like this is his way of marking me. Like an animal marking his territory, claiming what belongs only to him. The thought makes me shiver. Briefly he stops, but doesn't say anything. Then the swirls begin again. His three biggest fingers spreading and swirling his come around the curve of my heavy breast and up my neck. He hesitates over the bounding pulse in my throat. "You like this sweet Emerson, don't you?"
I want to tell him I love it but the words don't come out. I nod. He hesitates before continuing this erotic torture. The corner of his mouth goes up briefly.
He collects more come and brings it to my lips. Unable to move under his intense glare, I inhale deeply. My tongue darts out and I taste him.
"Did you just do what I think you did?" He sounds pleased. I nod, embarrassed. My lungs fill with his masculine scent. His salty essence coats my tongue.I want this. I want to be marked and owned by him. "Don't look away when I ask you a question." My eyes drift over his chiseled abdomen and over his broad chest. Every muscle is outlined, defined and breathtakingly beautiful. No doubt it's a body use to fucking hard and ass kicking action. My eyelids lift up to him. He's sexy scary with his bulging muscles, chiseled jaw and tatted up torso.
Gently he nudges my bottom lip down then shoves his come covered fingers into my mouth.
"Suck." The baritone of his voice is commanding, intimidating. My head is pushed from behind, my movements controlled by just his one hand. This is his way of letting me know he is the one in control.
My tongue tangles with his fingers. I gag. Even though they are large they are no match for the size of his cock and I am suddenly relieved he's not fucking my mouth right n
ow.
"What are you thinking, pretty girl?"
He quickly removes his fingers so I can answer.
"How much I would rather suck your cock than your fingers."
"Liar."
He gathers more come from my breasts and quickly shoves his fingers back into my mouth. They're salty, hot and demanding. “Don’t ever lie to me Emerson. I don’t like liars.” I gag again.He growls.
"If you wanna suck my cock you gotta do better than this."
Unable to speak I nod my head in agreement.
"Harder. Suck harder. I want to see your cheeks hollow every time I shove my fingers in that pretty little mouth."
Eager to learn, I follow his direction. He sets the rhythm. I struggle to keep up.
"Relax. Breathe through your nose."
My eyelids lift to him. He’s sexy scary and something tells me he's being gentle with me. His hand is rough and calloused. I slow my breathing and swallow.
“Thats it sweetheart. Relax your throat around my fingers and swallow. Thats how you’ll suck my cock.”
My insides burst with excitement. Suddenly he pulls his fingers free and they leave my mouth with a loud pop. He’s kneeling beside me, the mattress sinking under his size. Flames of desire are burning through me. My body is yearning for more orgasms even though he’s given me several already. His stickiness coats me and I can smell him on me. My tongue reaches for his magnificent shaft. The tip trails the pulsing vein running the length from his balls to the small slit on the tip. I tease the expansive head, licking up every drop of pre-cum and moaning as I take him between my swollen lips. My mouth stretches to accommodate his girth. A hand on each thigh, I feel my fingernails digging into his sizzling hot skin. This mans body is hot all over. His thigh muscles are hard as brick and flex under my touch.He grabs the back of my head, tangles his large hand in my hair and shoves his cock down my throat. I grunt around his root. His body stills and he rests his balls on my chin.
