Blasphemous (Torn #3)(14)

We were addicted to each other. Even when she’s sleeping, her body was prepped for my benefit. Memories of waking up with Emma riding me made my cock twitch in anticipation. We both were insatiable and I loved that she matched my passionate nature. We always woke each other up this way.

Undoing my jeans, I thought of how to enter her. Stripped from my clothes, my hand stroked my shaft as my heart hammered in anticipation in claiming her body again.

Joining her in bed, I bent over her parted thighs and struck out my greedy tongue to taste her ambrosia. She simply tasted like my drug, my gateway to Heaven. I ate her with gusto, swirling my tongue around her wet opening before licking her all the way back up and down her anal hole. I lingered there for a bit before returning to the dripping channel. Foreplay was my key to dominating and annihilating her ripened womanhood. She was past ready for my onslaught, too.

Hovering above her as I positioned myself, I gripped my cock and smacked her nub a few times before rubbing it back and forth to wet the mushroomed head of my dick. “Emma… just be f*uking mine.” I groaned out as my steel length slowly pushed inside her wetness, cloaking it with little room to breathe, suctioning it with sharp, pleasurable, mind-numbing precision.

Pushing deeper into her core, it welcomed me home without resistance. I was lost in the tightness of her as my body trembled, demanding more. Once it pressed against her womb, her vaginal muscles tightened around my length. I had to pause, cussing out, to relax for a second before resuming the pleasure her body bestowed on me. After a few controlled breaths, I held her waist and started to roll my hips in and out of her, opening her more to accommodate my entire length. She still hurt from time to time, but she never stopped me because Emma—though she may seem sweet at first glance—actually craved rough, hardcore pounding. Her confessing that crucial tidbit truly was the sexiest thing for me.

My lips sought her neck, knowing how sensitive she was there. I usually woke her up this way. The way her wall gripped my cock, I knew she was waking up. “Bass, you hurt me so good,” she moaned in a sexy whisper.

“How good do you want it?”

She was awake but her lids were still shut, wanting to be asleep, but wanting me to carry on doing her body as well. “Rough. Give it to me rough. It’s been so long. I’ve missed you.”

I’ve missed all of you, too, I miserably thought as my cock pummeled her without restraint. All my anger, frustration, hate, sadness, and my love for her were channeled through my thrusts, venting out everything I’ve kept inside me.

Her walls were crushing my cock intensely, readying for her release. I growled her name as my hand reached for her clit, rubbing it until she cried out of her orgasm. “Bass…”

Shifting position as she mindlessly writhed on my cock, I was on my knees while my hands gripped her full breasts, using it to hammer us both into guileless oblivion. After coming what seemed like a full minute, I eased myself off her and rolled onto my back, panting like a rabid animal.

Emma, as always, went back to sleep.

Even after the mind-blowing sex, I was left unsatisfied. Giving in to my heart’s desire, I finally reached out and pulled her sleeping body next to mine. My nose sought the nook of her neck, smelling her scent. “f*uk, I’ve missed you,” I admitted loudly, knowing she couldn’t hear me.

Holding her like this made me feel a little guilty. Was I too harsh with her? Possibly, but after seeing those pictures, I was consumed by rage that I hadn’t known before. It felt like it was the kind where people act and do stupid things, like wanting to kill Carter. That son of gun reminded me of a snake. After what he did to Emma, embarrassing her that way, was truly despicable. What man acted like that when your girlfriend tells you that she might be pregnant and then, the minute you knew she wasn’t, you leave and engage yourself in an orgy?

Well, I learned that tidbit by accident.

One Saturday morning, I heard Lindsey and Trista talking about it. Prying on other people’s business was something I never did, but when it concerned Emma and our relationship, I needed to.

I had nothing against orgies. Hell, I had my fair share and enjoyed them greatly, but I did all that debauchery when I was single. If Emma had chosen me instead of Carter, she would’ve never gone through that humiliating ordeal. After all that experience, months later, the snake still had a weird hold of her.

I was more than baffled because Carter held the key to my happiness and I hated how I couldn’t hold that until he was out of the picture. I had done everything I could to make her happy. Even if she declared that she loved me more, I was beyond rattled that she had love left for Carter. Emma clearly had a fickle heart. It was volleying back and forth without proper direction.

Having her sleep in my arms like this made it all worthwhile, but when she’s not around, I constantly worry that she was going to leave me. Emma chose him over me once, it could happen again. However, I was too emotionally invested this time around, compared to last year. This time, I was in love.

I had to give it another try because I didn’t want to have any regrets later down the road. Not to mention, how difficult it was to go on another day without her. I missed Emma, but I needed to calm down first before I approached the subject with her.

I needed a few more days to emotionally prepare myself to be with her again. Sighing, I submitted to sleep.





Chapter 6


“Missing the one you love is a sickness that kills you every minute over and over again.”