Page 45 of Not My Fault

“Pad Thai please! But gluten-free!” Emily calls as I find my phone sitting on the coffee table.

I call and place an order. By the time I put my pants and shirt back on, it’s here. That’s New York City food service for you. Even at night, most restaurants are fast food.

“I’ll get dressed—” Emily starts but I cut her off.

“Stay in bed and I’ll bring it to you. And definitely don’t put on any clothes.” I wink.

I stop in the kitchen to get us some water and then head back to the bedroom with the food. She looks comfortable, sitting in my bed with the sheet over her lap. Her breasts are exposed, showing off the chest tattoo I did for her. Blonde hair is pulled back neatly into a fresh ponytail, and her body is flushed from earlier. She is breathtaking. How the hell did I end up with a pop star in my bed?

After we both eat, we end up taking a quick shower together—which becomes more of a cold-water quick rinse after kissing too long led the hot water to run out. As she dries her hair with my hairdryer in the bathroom, I clean up the mess of clothes from earlier and get the bed ready for tonight. She hinted that she might be up for a little more sex before bed, and I definitely want to take advantage of that. I want to explore every inch of her.

Before she comes back, I look in my closet for a box of supplies I haven’t used in a while. The strap on is clean and safe. I don’t make a habit out of using it with every partner. But I really want to use it with Emily. I love being the one to wear it, and the thought of her on the other end is more than a few fantasies I’ve imagined. I put it in the nightstand to keep it close; I don’t want to pressure her but if she’s interested, I won’t have to go far.

“I wish I brought more panties. I didn’t think mine would get ruined.” Emily sighs, walking into the room.

She’s naked, her body on full display with no shame. Her ass is round and thick, bouncing with every step. Her full breastsalmost do the same, her perky pink nipples firm and taut. Her creamy white skin is soft, blonde hair now dried is hanging down her back. I watch as she saunters toward me. Every inch of her is a dream. I can feel myself getting weak just watching her. How the hell am I supposed to go on now that I know what she looks like naked? I’ll have to quit my job and only please her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She laughs nervously.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur. Closing the distance between us, I hold her face to look at me. “You are so beautiful, and I’m so lucky.”

Emily blushes and I press my lips to hers. Her naked body touches mine and I’m feeling way too overdressed for the occasion. She’s smaller than me, but we match in height. Spinning her around, I let her face the mirror. I slide my hand down her front, and she can see everything happening in the mirror.

“Tell me what you want,” I whisper in her ear. She closes her eyes as my fingers glaze over her clit.

“I need you to fuck me again,” she says quietly.

“How would you feel if I fucked you with a strap on?” I ask. Emily shudders and nods, her body reacting at the thought before she can speak.

I lead her to the bed, and she sits on the edge, waiting for me. I pull off my clothes except the sports bra I’m wearing over my binder. I take the strap out of the drawer and slide it on. Before I fuck her with it, I watch the way her eyes follow it with desire.

“Get on your knees and make it wet,” I tell her.

Emily drops to the ground, sits on her knees, and peers up at me. She takes it with her hand, moving it into her mouth, and begins sucking on it. It’s erotic as she gives the strap a blow job. Using all her spit, she leaves it dripping wet. So I tell her to get back on the bed, on her knees, and position myself behind her. She’s already wet, her pussy dripping in anticipation of whatis about to come. I slap her ass hard, watching my handprint appear once again.

“Come on, Pretty Girl, I want to see how bad you want me,” I tell her.

“I want it so bad, I’m soaked.” She whimpers.

I move the head of the strap to touch her center, teasing her slightly as I move my hips back and forth. Every time I pull away, she moves back, trying to find what she lost. I tease her a few more times until I suddenly fill her up. Gasping, her face falls down into the bed and her ass sticks higher in the air.

“God, you look so good bent over like a slut for me,” I tell her.

“Fuck.” Emily whimpers.

I’m grateful the nickname wasn’t taking it too far, but it seems to fuel her. As I move inside her, she’s so wet that the strap keeps falling out. Like she’s an overflowing river, I can’t seem to stay inside her. She’s groaning and complaining every time it falls out. Her body wants more and is only making it harder to stay in. I take it out, rub off some of her juices and slide it back in. Emily moans and I use her hips to steady myself. I pound into her pussy harder and harder as she reaches between her thighs to touch her clit.

“Such a good slut, touching yourself. You must want to come so badly, huh?” I slap her ass harder and harder.

“God yes!” Emily cries out.

“Say my name. Cry it out so everyone knows who makes you scream like a slut, Pretty Girl.”

“Fuck! Gus! Please, don’t stop, I’m coming! Gus! Gus! Gus!” Emily screams as I slam into her pussy uncontrollably. I slap her ass once more and I don’t stop thrusting until her legs go limp and I fall out.

Emily slumps onto the mattress, her face to the side with her ass still in the air. Her pussy is pink and dripping juices down her legs. Getting down on my knees, I start eating her out. I needanother taste, and she’s laying there showing me. She starts to whimper under me and her thumb brushes across her clit lazily as I lick her from top to hole. Eating ass has never been my thing, so I stay in my lane and her body reacts deeply when I slide my tongue inside her.

“Oh, fucking hell.”

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