Page 25 of Toxic Hope
The sound cutsoff when I grab her by the shoulders and press my fingers in deep until I swear I can feel her bones shifting. “Laugh all you want,” I warn while she takes short, sharp breaths. “We’ll see if you’re laughing when I go to your house and compare notes with Grandma Lois.”
“What is wrong with you?” There’s something about the way she asks, the look on her face, the disbelief in her voice. “Why would you do this?”
That’s an interesting question. I wish I knew the answer.
“Should I talk to her?” I ask.
“No. You shouldn’t.”
Fuck. Sheishiding something. She just won’t say what. In my head, I see myself shaking her like a rag doll, screaming in her face, threatening all kinds of pain and ugliness if she doesn’t come clean.
But for now, there’s another way, and it might at least help lighten some of the rage that is starting to swell out of control and block out all sound outside of the roar of blood in my ears. “On your knees.”
Her jaw drops. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Get on your knees. You don’t want me to go to your house and talk to Grandma?” Holding her in place with one hand, I use the other one to cup myself. Just the thought of having her that way makes me swell. “Then you suck me off here and now, Emma. That’s the price.”
Tears fill her wide, disbelieving eyes while her teeth sink into her lip. “I… I’m not…”
All at once, though, her expression hardens. Like she’s made up her mind. The fact that she starts to sink to her knees confirms it.
“You haven’t sucked a lot of dick?” I ask, opening my belt and unbuttoning my shorts. The boxer briefs underneath are too tight now, thanks to my dick straining the way it is, jutting out in front of me. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you.”
She doesn’t say a word or even look up, focusing her attention on me lowering the elastic waistband so my rigid dick can be free. She’s really innocent, isn’t she?
A sizzle of anticipation dances up my spine. I’m going to teach her. I’m going to train her in how to please me. Because I already know this won’t be the last time I have her this way. Not now, looking down at her, filled with anticipation.
“Wrap your hand around it. Touch it,” I urge, holding my breath until she does. A wave of pleasure washes over me, pure and sweet, making me almost weak in the knees before I get a hold of myself. “Run your hand up and down. Feel how hard I am for you. Feel what you do to me.”
The disgusted little grunt she lets out makes me chuckle before I cover her hand with mine and direct myself toward her mouth. “Open up. Start sucking.”
Her tongue darts over her lips, a nervous gesture that makes excitement leak from my tip. “I have all day,” I murmur, knowing it’s only pissing her off.
Finally, she takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and parts her lips so I can guide myself inside her waiting mouth. “Relax your throat,” I warn when she gags. “Throw up on me and we’re going to have a big problem. And I’ll make you make it up to me,” I promise.
That seems to get through to her because she adjusts quickly. Slowly, her lips move down my shaft, sending indescribable heat racing through my body, lighting me up. She’s clumsy, inexperienced, but she’s working hard and that makes up for a lot of it. She’s working so hard to please me.
“That’s right. Just like that. Don’t stop.” This is incredible. Voices pass outside in the hall while I’m in here, wrapped in the wet heat of her mouth, with her tongue sliding along my underside and her soft grunts reaching my ears in time with my dick hitting the back of her throat. Nobody has any idea what’s going on in here. How I own her.
My hips move faster, and my fingers sink into her curls, taking control of her head so I can fuck her face in these last seconds when I’m barely holding on, walking the thin line between pleasure and release. The tension builds in my core and a tingling sensation starts to tickle the base of my spine, telling me this is almost over. I don’t want it to be. I want this to last forever. Totally developed in sweet sensation while Emma gags and whimpers.
“Here it comes,” I rasp. There’s no hope. I’m going to lose it. “I’m going to come in your mouth. You ready? Swallow it. Take it.”
When the rush overtakes me, I let go with a long, deep growl. She lets out a strained whimper as I fill her mouth, but has nowhere to go with me holding her head like I am. All she can do is take every drop like I told her to, until I start to soften, drained. Satisfied.
At least, for now.
She’s trembling as she gets on her feet, ignoring the hand I extend to help her. Refusing to look at me, too. “I think you bought my silence.”
“Good.” That’s all she says before grabbing her backpack, eyes on the floor, rushing out of the room while I straighten myself out and finish catching my breath. Yes, she bought my silence today. For now.
All I have to do is find a way to explain it to Easton, because this isn’t something we’ve ever talked about when it comes to her. I just hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea.
Though, I’m not sure what the wrong idea would be, because I don’t know how to feel anymore. I only know I want an excuse to do that again. Whether she wants to or not.
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EMMA
