Page 114 of One Night Only
DALLAS
Istartle, woken by my own groan. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust, but when they do, and I look down to see a mess of blonde hair hovering over my hips, I lift up to see Emily’s gaze meet mine, her plush, pink lips wrapped around my cock.
“Fuck’s sake,” I murmur, pleasure coiling in my stomach at the sight. But then she sucks me hard, taking me in deep, eyes still fixed on mine, and it takes everything I have not to blow my load down her pretty throat.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” I rasp, gently sweeping her hair away from her face to get a better look. “So. Fucking. Good.”
Emily bobs up and down on my dick, cheeks hollowing, taking me deeper and deeper until I hit the back of her throat. I fist her hair, holding her, about ready to come so violently I’m forced to stifle my own sounds.
“Fuck, you look so hot, taking my dick like a good girl,” I praise through gritted teeth.
She moans softly, opening up her throat. I tilt my hips, thrusting up into her mouth, and she gags, her cheeks turning pink, eyes watering, and fuck me if the sight of her choking on my dick doesn’t do filthy, primal things to me.
“Are you okay?” I drag the pad of my thumb over the curve of her cheek.
She nods, taking me deep again, a little faster this time, up and down, up and down before gagging again. As a tear spills over onto her cheek, I wipe it away, noticing the smile in her eyes and that’s when I realize it. She fucking likes it. I think back to the way her cheeks flushed when I threatened to spank her last night in the truck. And now, the way she’s trying to take me almost too deep. Fuck. Me. My girl likes it a little rough.
I tug on her hair harder, pushing her head down with a touch of force until I’m right there, and when I feel the gag reflex, I hold her there for just a few seconds, staring deep into her eyes as she fights for a breath.
Pulling off me with a pop, strings of saliva connect her lips to my throbbing dick. She sucks in a breath, eyes flaring, and I’m not sure if I might’ve crossed a line, but then a wicked smirk curls her lips and she wraps her hand around the base of my cock, diving in for another go with a whimpered, “More.”
I stop her, fisting her hair and holding her less than an inch from my cock. “Spit on it.”
Her eyes widen at my demand.
I arch a warning brow. “Spit on my fucking cock, baby.”
She hesitates only a moment or so before holding me firm and leaning in, a drop of saliva falling from her pretty lips and landing right on the swollen head of my dick.
“That’s a good girl,” I hiss through my teeth, pushing her head down, hard.
Emily gags again, rivulets of drool dribbling out of her mouth. It’s messy and filthy and everything in between, and she looks so fucking pretty right now, eyes hooded, lips swollen, cheeks pink; I’m forced to squeeze my eyes shut when I feel that all too telling tightening in my balls.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come…” I warn lowly, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth when she doesn’t let up, gipping the base and drawing me deep. “You want me to come down that perfect little throat, don’t you, Goldie?”
She moans around me.
“Is my good girl going to swallow every last drop of my cum?”
She nods frantically, a pleading look in her eyes, and when she cups my tight balls with her other hand, squeezing with just enough force, my cock swells and I come down her throat.
“Fuck!” I grit, tugging on her hair so tight it’s probably painful as I hold her right there, my whole body going tense as my cock pulses in her mouth, giving her every last fucking drop that she accepts greedily.
When I finally stop coming, Emily slowly releases me, looking down at my semi-deflated dick with a satisfied smile. She places a wet kiss to the flared head before crawling up my body with an innocent smile and a sweet, “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry fuckin’ Christmas, indeed,” I murmur, grabbing her by the waist and rolling us over so I’m on top of her. I settle between her thighs and claim her mouth with my own, tasting the saltiness of my cum on her tongue, and I groan because I wasn’t expecting that to be so fucking hot.
As I thrust my hardening dick against her center, Emily whimpers into my mouth. I trail my hand down the curve of her waist, over her hip, stopping at my t-shirt she’s wearing and shoving up the hem to find she’s not wearing any panties. Fucking her mouth with slow, determined licks of my tongue, I swipe my fingers through her pussy, groaning.
“Chrissake baby, you’re so fucking wet,” I pant out, breaking our kiss only so I can look at her, my brows knitting with confusion. “Did you come?”
“No, I’m just really, really horny,” she says with a breathy moan.
“Aw, baby…” I coo, pressing my thumb over her clit and massaging the swollen bundle of nerves with lazy circles I know aren’t enough. “Does my girl wanna be fucked?”
Emily clamps her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding as her eyes roll back in her head.
I chuckle. “Can you be quiet?”
