Page 42 of Not Your Hero

“I’ve never done that. I don’t think I can do that,” she whines as I keep my hand moving inside her.

“Yeah, you can, baby. You’re going to do it for me. Don’t you want to do it for me, Em? You want to squirt all over me?” She gasps and moans as I keep fucking her like this. Her juices coat my flesh, and there’s nothing more I want to do than lick it all off, but not yet; I need more. I want more from her.

“Answer me!” I growl this time.

“Yes! I … I want to do it for you,” she cries out as I go faster. My fist is pumping inside her as I feel her pussy clench.

“Just like that,” I coax her. Then I feel the gush of fluids as Emerson screams.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Give it to me.”

“Gannix!” She calls out my name, and fuck, it sounds perfect. Now that I’m nice and soaked, I ease my fist out of her and lean back down, licking up everything she released before moving to her clit. I twirl it with my tongue as her body lifts off the bed, craving me, needing me. And I give it to her. I suck her clit until her legs begin to tremble, and then she comes for me.

“Oh God!” She cries as I keep tugging on her clit. I want her to keep coming until there’s nothing left inside her. Her legs snap closed around my head, and I groan as she rides the waves of pleasure I’m giving her.

When I begin to ease up and slowly stroke her, her legs fall apart, releasing her grip. A few more soft strokes, and I pull back and climb up her body, pressing kisses to her neck and forehead.

Emerson is panting, trying to catch her breath, her eyes closed, her lips parted. I take the chance and lean down, running my tongue along her bottom lip and listening to the noises coming from her mouth.

“Fuck me, Gannix,” she begs, her eyes opening now to look at me.

“You have no idea how much I want to,” I tell her.

“Then do it. Please,” she begs. Fuck, I like when she begs me.

“I can’t do that right now, baby.”

“Why?”

“I told you. I’d have to drug you.”

“You don’t have to. Whatever it is, you don’t need to do that. Just … please, I need you,” she begs harder this time. Fuck. I’d give anything to shove my cock into her right now, but I can’t. I can’t let her see; it would ruin everything.

“As much as I’d like to, I can’t. You need to sleep.”

“I need to be fucked,” she whines.

“Was that not enough for you, Em?” I chuckle.

“It felt … so good.”

“Then you’ve had enough for tonight. Go to sleep.” She huffs out a breath and starts to sit up, but I don’t let her. I reach for her, pulling her back down onto the bed next to me.

“You want me to stay in your bed?” she asks through a yawn.

“I’m breaking my own rules with you, Emerson. This is what you do to me,” I tell her. She hums and scoots her body back againstmine, pressing her sweet little ass against my cock. I can feel her wetness as it seeps through my sweatpants, but I can’t find it in me to care. Instead, I wrap my arm around her and tug her closer.

I nuzzle my face into the back of her hair and inhale her scent. This is wrong. I should make her go back to her bed, but how can I? I don’t want to. I want her right here with me.

I listen to her breathe until she finally falls asleep.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Emerson. This is all fucked up. I shouldn’t have you in my bed, it’s dangerous,” I whisper the words into her hair. She didn’t stir; she didn’t hear me. And that’s for the best.

I close my eyes and let sleep pull me under.

Chapter 24

Emerson

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