Blasphemous (Torn #3)(25)
“Well, yeah, most girls do. When I first started dating Lewis, we used to plan our wedding and how many kids we wanted, what our house would look like, how many dogs we’re going to get, stuff like that, but when we broke up, of course all those plans were out the window. I guess, I haven’t really thought of marriage until I got that—” she halted quickly, as if she was about to say something she wasn’t supposed to.
What was she about to say? I thought as my fingers brushed the outer lips of her pu**y as I kneaded in between her slightly parted thighs. “Until you got, what?”
“Nothing,” she bluffed, but I knew she was overthinking now.
She gasped loudly when I brushed my fingers the second time. Her ass lifted a bit, almost writhing in need. Oh, Emma, I quietly mused.
“So when you think of your future husband, who comes to mind? Lewis?” Carter? My mind silently added. Cautiously asking her as my middle finger brushed against her folds, teasing and yet, not probing.
“Before, yeah. Lately, no man comes to mind.”
We’ll see shall we, Emma? I possessively thought as the said middle finger dipped inside her. She moaned like a bitch in heat, rubbing her wet lips against my finger. She was lifting her ass in the air, wanting more from me. Seeing her like this, ready to be mounted and f*uked, made me bite back a groan.
“Bass… please…”
“Need something, my love?”
“You, I need you,” said the woman who was just thinking of her husband.
“How much do you want me, Emma?” I taunted as she spread her legs wider, displaying everything to me.
Dipping a part of my finger in her to get moisture, I glided it towards her rectum, coating the hole with her sweet essence. I was losing the battle; the blood in my cock was making decisions for me. “f*uk, Emma! I love this!” I wretchedly howled as I gave her ass a big smack before I lowered my mouth and made out with her over-eager pu**y.
Emma was sobbing in need as I toyed with her core. “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear it all,” I commanded as I flicked her nub and grazed my bottom teeth over it, making her scream in need. Unhurried, I gradually used my tongue to trace her slit and that tiny strip before her anal hole. When I got to the extra tight hole, my tongue circled it, swirling in and out of that tightened passage, while my finger was gently dipped into her deep channel.
“Bass! I can’t—you have to f*uk me—NOW!”
“How desperate are you for my cock?”
“Critical. Code red critical.” She whimpered when I pulled out of her and stood up. She immediately got on her knees, fire blazing in her cornflower blue eyes, demanding an answer for my immediate withdrawal.
“Undress me, Emma. If you suck me good, then I might just let you ride me. Would you like that?”
I didn’t get an answer from her because she was already busy pulling my clothes off. I was shocked when she threw me down on the bed like a hungry warrioress about to eat her meal.
“Jesus! Emma!” I croaked out, never more turned on in my life as I watched her gobble my cock, gagging as she went deeper to take all of me. “f*uk… baby.” I twitched as my lids shutdown and all I could feel was her tongue and her mouth on me, sucking the life out of me.
When I felt my orgasm continuously build up, I grabbed Emma’s hair and pulled her off my throbbing shaft. She released it with a loud pop. “Time to ride your prize.”
When she started to position herself facing towards me, I smacked her ass a couple of times, loving the feel of its bouncing waves in my hand. “Ride me the other way. I want the full view of your cunt working on my cock.”
The view she gave me was titillating and I was ready to be rocked to the ends of the earth. A groan left my lips when her hand gripped my length, guiding it towards her greedy opening. I was surprised that she didn’t immediately slide it down her pu**y, but instead she followed my usual routine, use the head of the shaft to glide it from her wet core, wetting both holes as she did so. Goddamn, my nymph was extremely and overtly wet, too.
“f*uk!” I hissed as I watched her lower herself down, her tight hole gloved over, eating the mushroomed head, disappearing inside her gloriously hot dwelling. She was inching slowly; making sure it was slick before she went further down. Emma was having a hard time getting it all in and I could hear her trying to relax her muscles as she breathed through her mouth, concentrating to take all of me. She stopped with only a quarter to go. Ever so cautious, her hands gripped my thighs as she slowly glided lower towards my knees, granting me a f*uking piece of nirvana as her tight cunt slowly rolled and rocked my over-indulgent cock.
I’ve done this position many times over, but doing it with Emma felt like doing it the first time. I was in awe and simply impressed by her eagerness to please me. Hell, she also did a fine job working it.
“Emma, how you kill me!” I grunted out as my hands parted her supple ass cheeks wide, watching as her white essence trickle down slowly at the base of my dick, moaning and coming as she did so. Using the pad of my thumb and finger, I swiped those juices off and rubbed it in her rectum, using quick circles to loosen her up. When I noticed that my ministrations were driving her wild, I pushed my thumb inside her hole. It almost immediately swallowed it, hungry and rapacious to be pleasured.
Just when her tight opening started to ease up, I pulled out my thumb and used my middle finger, pointing it downwards so I could feel my cock go in and out of her. “How does it feel f*uking my cock like this?” I panted out, faint with fervent need to possess her as mine.