Iopen the door to Emma’s room, closing and locking it behind me.
Emma is laying on her bed, feet flat on the mattress and one knee dropped down. She’s touching herself and one look at her fingers lazily rubbing circles around her clit, her perfect pink pussy wet and glistening and bared for me, has my brain shorting out and my cock jumping in my pants.
I don’t say anything. I just walk over to the bed and stand above her, eyes glued to her fingers as she works herself over.
“You like watching me touch myself?” Emma asks in a breathy voice, her fingers speeding up, hips rocking slightly. Her other hand slides up to pinch one nipple then the other.
“Like it?” I manage. “I don’t think there’s a word for how I feel, watching you rub that needy clit, your pussy already dripping. I want to watch you come. I fucking need it. Will you make yourself come for me?”
“Yes,” Emma gasps out, working herself faster, dipping her fingers down her slit to collect the moisture pooling there, using it to circle her clit. I can tell she’s close when her hips start to rise and fall in earnest. She brings her other hand down to slidea finger inside, pumping it in and out while she works her clit furiously.
“Oh my god, Jeremy, I’m so close. So, so close. It feels so good.”
“I know you are, Pretty Girl. I love seeing those hips move, your fingers stuffed inside yourself. I bet you wish that was my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans, adding a second finger and fucking herself faster. My cock is hard as a rock, begging to be let out of its confines. I palm myself through my sweatpants, squeezing, looking for some relief, but there is none to be had. There won’t be until I’m inside her.
“It will be soon. I promise. I’ll have you coming on my cock so many times you’ll be begging me to stop. Now, rub that clit faster and get there, Pretty Girl. Show me how beautiful you look when you come.”
“Shit,” Emma moans, hips writhing on the bed. “I’m coming. Jeremy. Holy fuck.”
Emma’s hips lift off the bed, and she groans as she comes, fingers never slowing as she works herself through her orgasm. Jesus Christ, if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, it sure was close.
Not able to go a second longer without touching her, I drop to my knees, grabbing her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She lets out a yelp when I wrap my arms around her thighs and press my face against her pussy, shoving my tongue inside her and licking up her release. The taste of her makes my head spin, but I don’t want her to come again yet. So I give her one long lick and plant a kiss on her clit. Then I stand, crooking a finger at her to get her to sit up. She does, her grin devilish.
I lean down and kiss her, sliding my tongue inside her mouth so she can taste herself, and she lets out a moan, grabbing the back of my head to take the kiss deeper. She whines when I breakaway, standing straight up and taking a step closer to the bed, tugging off my T-shirt and throwing it on the ground.
“Take my cock out.”
“Excuse me?” she asks, eyes flashing at the command in my tone.
“You heard me. Take my dick out. Now.”
Emma crosses her arms, pushing her tits together. I wonder whether she’d let me fuck them and come all over her chest and throat. Probably. She’s filthier than I am.
“If I take it out, I suck it.”
I smirk at her. “Oh, you’ll suck it.”
Emma’s eyes flash, and she pushes down my sweats and boxers in one go. She wraps her hand around my cock and gives it a firm stroke, rubbing her thumb over my slit, collecting the bead of precum.
“Shit,” I mutter, rocked by the sensation of her hand. “I need your mouth on me.”
“Beg me.”
Holy hell.
Our push-pull and fight for control is hot as fuck, and it makes me want to give her exactly what she wants. I reach over and slide a thumb down her jaw and along her bottom lip.
“Please, Pretty Girl, get this beautiful mouth on me. I need it, so badly.”
Emma grins at me. “I love it when you beg.”
Then she grabs my hips and pulls me closer. She swirls her tongue along my tip and then slides my cock into her mouth, taking as much of me as she can, gliding her tongue along the underside.
“Fuck,” I gasp, tangling one of my hands in her hair.
She slides her mouth back up, flicking her tongue into the sensitive groove below the tip, and I almost combust. But when she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, swallowingaround me and bringing her other hand up to press a finger right behind my balls, I have to clench my ass cheeks to keep from coming.
