Page 20 of This: Blake & Emon
“Mmhm,” she moaned. Emon ran his fingers through her wild hair and allowed her to ogle until she swallowed him whole. His body bucked when the wetness of her mouth engulfed him. His eyes clenched shut. Slowly, he opened them after he caught his bearings. Eyes now open, Emon watched Blake eat his dick up like it was the only meal she’d have for the day. And if she kept it up, he might make that a reality because he was tryna be laid up and deep in her walls all day and night. His toes gathered her fluffy throw rug at the sensation of her wet mouth slurping and her throat vibrating at the tip of his dick. She was nasty, and he liked that shit. He liked it so much his toes threw up gang signs until he couldn’t take it anymore. He was finna blow if he didn’t stop her.
Pulling his dick from her mouth, she grinned and cleaned the slob from her mouth, but that didn’t last as Emon crashed his mouth into hers. She’d never been much of a kisser, but Emon was changing that among other things.
“You sure about this? This is my last time asking. I don’t give a fuck about your brother, father, friends, none of that shit,” he declared, his voice rough with need. Four play was one thing,but once he entered her sanctuary, it would become his too. He didn’t want to wonder about anything. He didn’t want her trying to go back on what she said.
“I need you,” she breathed against his mouth. “Now.”
He lined himself up, pushing in slowly, giving her time to adjust. Blake’s nails dug into his shoulders as he filled her completely.
“Fuck,” he groaned, holding still. “You feel perfect.”
Her phone rang again, but neither of them noticed. They were lost in each other as Emon moved, setting a rhythm that had Blake seeing stars all over again. Each thrust went deeper than the last, building that familiar pressure like he’d been there before.
His grip tightened on her hips as their bodies moved together in perfect sync. Blake wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle and drawing a deep groan from him.
“Just like that.” He breathed against her neck. “You taking me so good, like we been here befo’.”
Her second orgasm was building faster than the first, her walls gripping him with each deep thrust. The sound of her doorbell followed by urgent knocking barely registered. She was lost in the way he filled her completely.
Brooks’s voice carried through the door, but Emon’s dark eyes held hers, making it clear they weren’t stopping. Answering that door was out of the question. Thank God she had blackout curtains. His pace quickened, each stroke hitting the bullseye. Blake matched his rhythm, pushing back against him, claiming what was hers. This moment belonged to them. Brooks could wait until he was finished or go to hell. It didn’t matter, respectfully.
“Look at you,” he growled, feeling her get even wetter. “You like knowing I ain’t stopping for nothing.”
This moment had shifted something between them. The pounding at the door only intensified Blake’s desire. It was something about Emon’s unwavering focus, his absolute control of the situation that had unlocked a new level of freak. His dominance set free something primal in her, her body responding with an intensity that surprised them both.
“Emon.” Each thrust had her moaning his name, their bodies slick with sweat.
“Gah damn, Blake, gah damn.” Hearing his name while he was so deep drove him crazy. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. “What you want, baby?”
“Give me all of it.”
“Only if you cum with me,” he mentioned, his rhythm becoming erratic. “I’m close, baby.”
He flipped her over to rest on the edge of the couch and his dick followed right after. Back to assaulting her pussy, infiltrating her mind and heart as he groaned her name into her neck.
Wap, Wap,Wapthe sound of his hand slapping her assandtheir skin slapping could be heard doors down. Emon continued to go hard until she screamed that she was cumming, and he pulsed inside her, doing the same. They stayed connected for a moment, catching their breath.
“You good?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her temple and pulling her into his arms.
“Better than good.” She smiled, tracing the tattoos on his chest. “But we definitely need a shower and food. I dun got fucked hungry. I’m starving.”
Her phone rang for the third time.
“That nigga Brooks ain’t giving up, is he?” Emon laughed. She’d speak with Brooks when she damn well felt like it. All she wanted to do right now was enjoy the company of the man in her presence. And that was exactly what they did for the rest of theday.
Chapter 10
“Blake, you got until the end of the day to pull up on me or I’m kicking the door down. I hope we understand each other.” Brooks’s voice was deadly calm as he left what felt like his tenth voicemail. Being sent straight to voicemail again had his jaw clenching and trigger finger itching. His baby sister was testing him, and she knew better. This was completely unlike her, and he was having a hard time wrapping his head around her actions.
Brooks Bishop didn’t play about much, but Blake? He definitely didn’t play about her. He’d been more father than brother since the day she was born. Their bond went beyond siblings. She was his first best friend, the first person he’d ever felt truly responsible for. Soulja, their father, had pulled him aside when Blake was just a baby, laying out exactly what being her big brother meant. “A Bishop woman needs a Bishop man to watch her back,” his father said. “That’s your job now and forever, son.”
And Brooks had taken that job seriously. Blake deserved it. She was brilliant, driven, and had never given him reason to worry. Until now. Weeks of ignored calls and dodged visits had him seeing red, and he knew exactly why. Word traveled fast in their circles, and Emon Dowlen’s name had been coming up toooften alongside his sister’s. Brooks understood the game, and knew the streets, and that was exactly why he didn’t want Blake anywhere near it. He wasn’t in it as deep anymore, but he still had his ties. You never fully left. He hoped Emon wasn’t feeding lies to his sister.
He’d got the calls and pictures from her night out on the town, and he knew his car was there when he pulled up on her two weeks ago. Blake was hiding from him, and it was unnecessary. She needed to stand on what she had going on. Or he wouldn’t take it seriously. It was simple.
And If Emon wanted to politic with his sister, he’d needed to handle it properly. Fuck the rest. He’d been letting them rock because a little birdie let him know she was straight, but the bullshit needed to end today.
The knock on his office door pulled Brooks from his thoughts. Looking up from the business proposal he was editing, he spotted Blake standing in the doorway of his office, chin high, despite her obvious nervousness. She was dressed in her scrubs, probably coming straight from clinicals, but there was something different about her. She had a glow he hadn’t seen before.
