My body arches to meet him, desperate for more. I dare not say the words that come to mind; fuck, yes. I feel ashamed to admit it, but I’m letting myself fall for his seduction. Hard.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to give you everything you need.” He pops the button of my jeans, rips down my zipper, and takes it all off as if it comes easily to him. His mouth has my mind spinning, distracting me, but not enough for me not to notice his hand disappearing into my panties. When his fingers slide over my pussy, I gasp, my clit thumping with need.
“Did you ever fantasize about this, Em? Did you ever think about me taking you hard and fast on this table right here?”
I whimper as he rubs my clit, his fingers sliding down my wetness, coating me entirely.
He chuckles. “No need to answer … I already know.”
“What?” I mumble, lost in delirium.
“Your pussy is begging me to make it come,” he murmurs, and then he gently tugs my nipple with his teeth, causing me to moan out loud. “But maybe your pussy hasn’t deserved it after making me so jealous I almost punched a guy,” he growls, and then he rips down my panties in one go.
His smile is deviously sexy as I look down at him, and I’m still trying to decide whether to jab him in the face or let him fuck me until I’m drunk on love.
He grins, licking his upper lip agonizingly slow as if to show me how much he has my body under his control. “But I also know you and I want this too much.”
“You can get jealous all you want, but this pussy only belongs to one person and that’s me,” I retort.
“Oh … we’ll see about that.” His gruff voice drags, heating me up from the inside out.
Suddenly, his hands grip my waist and he lowers himself off the table, between my legs. My eyes widen as his nose dips close, sniffing my scent. After a second, he growls, “Mine.”
And then he dives in, burying his head between my legs.
Sweet Jesus, Chris King is licking my pussy as no man ever has before.
He sucks my clit, taking it into his mouth like a sweet candy, making me squirm. His lavish licks have me scratching the table, looking for something to hold onto, as he kisses me hard and deep. When he buries his tongue inside me, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“So ready for me,” he murmurs. “So fucking wet.”
A moan escapes my mouth as he keeps licking and sucking, almost as if he’s enjoying my juices. I can’t recall the last time I was this wet for a guy, but this is no ordinary guy. He’s a fucking sex god; the way he circles my clit with his tongue is as if he knows exactly where to go to make me come.
His hand grips my waist tighter, fingers digging into my skin, while his other hand drifts to my belly to press me down on the table, keeping me in place as he claims my pussy. And claimed me he has, my body completely overthrown by his command. It’s only a matter of time before my heart follows as well.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven, Em. You taste so good; I can’t stop,” he groans, diving straight back in again.
He’s not even taking the time to breathe, and neither am I, sucking my breaths as I can because my body is about to explode in pure ecstasy. It feels wrong, and I’m trying to stop myself from coming undone, but my body isn’t listening to me.
“Don’t hold back, Em,” he murmurs, tugging my clit gently with his teeth. “Don’t resist.”
“I can’t …” I mutter under a heavy breath.
“You know I won’t stop until you give it to me,” he growls. “No matter how much you beg me to, I won’t stop worshipping you.”
“Oh god …”
He grins, gazing up at me from under his eyelashes. “You know who this pussy belongs to … who it’s always belonged to.” He licks me again, and my whole body shudders. “It’s time we both admit that you and I belong together. Naked. Fucking until the sun goes down.”
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter as he laps up my wetness.
“I’ll fuck you all right, but not until you come,” he murmurs, making my clit thump. “Come all over my face, babe.”
Holy shit. His filthy words are too much.
“Don’t hold back; give it to me!” he growls, moving his hands to my ass, pulling me even closer to his face. My fingers wrap around his hair, tightening as my climax closes in.
“Yes, fuck my face,” he says, licking me senseless. “Fuck, you’re so hot when you tremble from my tongue.”
“I’m coming,” I moan, biting my lip.
“Yes, fuck yes, do it.” His fingers clamping around my ass send a sliver of sizzling pain down my thighs, causing me to explode. His roughness makes me buck, desperate to get closer to his mouth, his tongue, his face. I want to rub myself all over him and then some. God, I’ve really lost it, but fuck, it’s so good. The waves come and come, like a never-ending storm of delicious satisfaction, and he continues until I’m sated and completely drained.
Only then does he come up, a smug smile capturing my attention, a stark reminder of the position I’ve put myself in. I’m his PR lady, his stepsister, and he just tongued me to orgasm.
Fuck.
There’s a devilish smirk on his face as he leans up to look at my flustered face. “I told you that you’d be fucking mine.”
And then, with a squeal, I’m dragged off the table.
Chapter 23
Chris
God-fucking-dammit, I’ve been waiting so long for this day. It’s fucking on now. The beast inside me is unleashed, and I can’t control it any longer. I’m gonna bury my cock in her fucking pussy right fucking now.
As her feet land on the floor and I twist her nipple, she squeals again. God, I love those sounds she makes, as if she’s scared and excited at the same time. It gets me going like nothing else. I don’t know why, but I guess it’s because it’s her. Emily’s voice always provokes me to do real bad things to her … in a good way.
“Oh, babe, you know how I love to hear those sounds …” I say, unbuttoning and zipping down my own pants. “Especially when they come from you.”
And then my own pants and boxer shorts drop to the floor as well.
For a moment, her eyes try to stick to my face, but she can’t stop them from drifting down to my hard cock, ogling me like a horny fucker. The way her eyes shoot up as if she’s seen something precious, something secret, like a fucking treasure, causes my cock to bounce up and down. Fucking sexy, those eyes and how she wets her lips as if she can’t wait to give it a lick. Maybe I’ll let her soon, but first I need to bury myself deep inside her. She needs to know she belongs to me.
“C’mon,” I grumble, picking her up in my arms again.
She squeals again, probably unsure of what she’s got herself into, which only makes it all the more fun. She probably wasn’t expecting it to be this good. I’ve changed the past few years she hasn’t been with me, and for the good, if you ask me—particularly the way I fuck girls. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever licked a girl that way before. Uncontrollable. Thirsty. Goddamn hungry for pussy.
I admit it, I’m whipped, but damn, she’s the only one who can do this to me.
Only her.
Goddammit, I want her so fucking bad. I’m not gonna resist the urge anymore.
I’ma fuck her so hard, the walls will tremble.
I’ma fuck her until her pussy knows it's owned by me.
And dammit, I will have her begging me for more.
Grabbing her fine ass, I carry her toward the lockers, slamming her against one as I kiss her hard. I suck on her lip, feeling her eager tongue dip out to have a taste of what I can give her. And I’ll give it to her all right.
I kiss and lick every spot on her body; she’s quivering in my arms as I hold her up against the cold metal. Her tits rub against my chest as she desperately clutches my hair, tugging me closer with her sharp nails. Fuck, it’s so hot, the way she’s practically begging me to take her.
She doesn’t need to say the words … yet.
I can see it in her lusty eyes, her parted lips, and feel it from her body clinging to mine.