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I shake my head. “No, Sir, but…but I don’t think that will be the case here,” I tell him honestly.

He chuckles. “You’ll probably wish it was shortly.”

Emmett spends a few more seconds driving me higher and higher while I struggle to remain still before he presses the toy deep and leaves it seated inside me. “Make sure you keep it nice and deep, Waverly. I don’t want to see any more than an inch of purple.”

I open my mouth to ask how he expects me to keep my thighs open and the toy buried deep, but before I can get the words out, he’s standing and pulling his very hard cock from his boxer briefs.

My mouth goes dry at the sight of his veiny length. He’s not as long as other men I’ve been with, but the thickness has me desperate to press my knees together. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and the girth he’s packing has me a little nervous.

Emmett chuckles. “Open up, Little Temptress.”

I do as I’m told as I force myself to remain perfectly still when all I really want to do is lean forward and lick the bead of precum at the tip.

The buzzing between my thighs makes it hard to think about anything other than doing everything he tells me to do, and maybe that’s the point. Maybe that’s exactly what I need right now.

He takes a step forward and presses the head of his cock to my bottom lip. “You look so fucking pretty on your knees for me,Waverly. Tonight you’re allowed to come as many times as you need to, but that won’t be the case every single time. Sometimes I’ll withhold your orgasms from you, and other times, like tonight, I’ll force them on you until you can’t take anymore.”

I nod my understanding, and he rewards me by painting the precum I was desperate for across my lips.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Waverly. If you need me to stop, tap my thigh twice. But that’s the only reason for you to move your hands from where they are. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble around the head of his cock.

He brushes his fingers through my hair before grasping the back of my head and pressing between my lips.

I expect him to start slow and work his way deeper, but he doesn’t. Instead, he presses forward until the head of his cock touches my throat, and I gag around him.

“Let me in, Waverly. I know you can do it. Just swallow around me and let me fuck your pretty throat.”

I moan at a combination of his words and the way the vibrator buzzes against my G-spot relentlessly.

I have a funny feeling Emmett is about to ruin me for any man that comes after him.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

EMMETT

Holy fucking shit.

Her mouth is a paradise, and I’m desperate to claim her so she’ll never be able to leave me.

I knew the moment I stepped out of the shadows I’d never be able to go back, but now that I’ve allowed myself to feel her warmth, I realize I’ll do anything to keep her, to make her mine.

I press deeper, slowly at first to allow her to get used to the feeling of my cock lodged just inside her throat.

Waverly’s gag reflex jerks around me, and I tighten my grip on her hair as I struggle to hold on to control of myself. The part of me that has been waiting for this day since I first realized how obsessed with her I truly was wants nothing more than to bury myself deep in her throat, but I have to play this right.

If I’m going to keep her, I can’t break her. Not yet at least.

Her watery eyes stare up at me as she follows my direction to swallow around the intrusion, and I groan at the feeling of her throat working me. I might have to come down her throat just to take the edge off.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well,” I praise as I drag my hips back and then press forward again, giving her the chance topractice a few times. “Fuck, you have no idea how good your mouth feels, Waverly. I could spend the rest of my fucking life right here.”

She moans around me as she shifts her hips slightly. It’s not enough for me to reprimand her, but she’s getting closer to the edge.

If she knew more about kink, perhaps she would try to hold her orgasm off for as long as possible, but a part of me is smug that I’ll be able to be her introduction to forced releases. Her body will be desperate for the sensations to stop, and yet she’ll still come so fucking perfectly for me.

I drag my cock along her tongue, enjoying the way she laps at me with every pass before resting the head on her bottom lip and giving myself a few rough pumps. “Are you getting close, Waverly?”

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