Page 100 of When to Call a Blitz

It’s already enough to feel like I’m full.

“Emmett,” I say again, the desperation in my voice clear.

Instead of answering, he inserts another finger as his tongue continues to work me, and when I can’t help but let out a little moan, Emmett squeezes my ass with his other hand, his tongueslippingto the only place I’ve never experienced before, and I freeze, a shiver of pleasure hitting me like a bus.

He flicks his tongue over it again, and it feels so fucking good that I can’t possibly even start to feel insecure. His fingers pump in and out, finding my g-spot easily.

When the buildup is too much, I tap his arm, desperately trying to tap out.

“You want me to stop?” he whispers, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Because no, I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to ever stop.

“No,” I reply weakly, and his fingers pick up the pace, his thumb coming up to graze against that other, forbidden place.

I know he won’t try anything without my permission, and there’s something that’s so oddly forbidden yet exciting about him even acknowledging it.

The pressure becomes too much to bear, and I feel the rush happen from inside me, my come dripping down my legs.

Emmett laps it up with a whimper, sending me into a spiral.

I’m overwhelmed.

But I need more. I need to feel more. I need him.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers when he stands.

“Emmett please,” I beg, my leg still perched up on the counter. “I really need you to fuck me.”

“You want me to fill you up?”

I nod, gulping.

“I could get used to this sight,” he says, unzipping his pants. I look behind me as his cock springs free, and he strokes it only a couple of times before it’s at my entrance.

Emmett bends over me, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me. Hard. Claiming me.

When he releases me, his fingers find their way into my hair, where he grips it at my skull, pulling my head back slightly as he pushes into me, filling me completely, bottoming out.

And it feels so. Fucking. Good.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, focusing on my breathing.

I arch my back further, lifting up on my toes to change the angle, and Emmett thrusts into me faster. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he purrs, his fingertips digging into my waist as he pulls me into him over and over. I love when he calls me that.

I’ve never liked pet names before. I don’t think I ever thought I would love that one in particular. But I love it more than I care to admit.

I moan quietly, pushing into him.

“Do you like it when I tell you how good you’re doing for me? How good you feel?” he asks, pulling at my hair, yanking my head back.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

My thoughts are a jumbled mess of pleasure and lust for more. I want this every day. Every night. I want Emmett to fall asleep with his cock buried inside of me. I want to be woken up by his hands exploring my body before he takes me before leaving for work.

I want nights like this, bent over the counter while his tongue explores every damn inch of me, even the places I didn’t ever think about.

I want him to fill me completely, and for my only job in this moment to be his personal fuck-toy.

Because right now nothing else matters.

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