Page 35 of Bad Call
“Mhmm,” she mumbles around me. She’s as pretty asever as I push forward, her eyes filling with tears when I hit the back of her throat. It constricts, the delicious squeeze sending red-hot lust through me from head to toe. On instinct, she attempts to pull back, but I take a fistful of dark curls, preventing her from moving. Her pupils blow wide, panic passing through them as her air supply slowly diminishes, but she doesn’t stop me. She just sputters and shakes, thick, warm drool already slipping onto the skin around my base.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise, pulling out again. She coughs violently, her oxygen-starved lungs fighting for air faster than she can pull it in. I allow her a few seconds to breathe before sliding past her slack lips again, this time tightening both fists into her hair as I fuck her roughly. She gags every time my head punishes her throat, the obscene sound filling the room and spurring me to go even faster—more unrelenting—as I take what I need. Her face is soaked, covered in tears and saliva, the sight causing my balls to tingle with the need to come. But I don’t want it to be over yet, so I step back abruptly, my chest heaving as she sucks in more desperate breaths.
“You suck cock like a fucking pro, Stell,” I say, my words making her shift again in an attempt to dull the ache between her thighs. As much as I enjoy using her—and know that it turns her on, too—we can’t keep this up. If I continue fucking her face the way I was, this shit is going to be over before it even starts.
Wrapping my fist loosely around my shaft, I twist, only giving myself enough pressure to tease. She stares up at me with desperation in her eyes, awaiting further direction. I can tell she’s uncomfortable, hips involuntarilygyrating to create some much-needed friction. She’s right where I want her—horny, aching, ready to snap and give in to her body’s begging without my permission, so we can really have some fun.
As if she thinks I won’t notice, she slowly sneaks a hand under the waistband of her leggings, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as soon as she makes contact with her clit.
“Feel good?” I ask, raising a brow in question. “Did I say you could do that? I don’t think I did.”
“N-no,” she stammers, still rubbing as her eyes roll back in ecstasy.
“No, it doesn’t feel good? Or no, I didn’t tell you that you could finger fuck yourself?” I reach down, gripping her cheeks roughly between my fingers and thumb. “You’re my free use slut, Stella. So, why are you touching that greedy little cunt like you think you’re in charge?”
She exhales a shaky breath, swallowing roughly. “I’m so empty,” she whines. “Emmett, please.” Her plea sends scorching hot desire straight to my cock, my balls tightening nearly to the point of pain. But I push it away, desperate to see her in every corrupt situation I can get her into while this agreement is on the table.
“Empty, huh?” I echo, a deviant smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Well, we wouldn’t want that.” Keeping my grasp firm on her face, I guide her to stand, moving my hands to her hips as soon as she’s steady on her feet. I drop a sweet kiss to her plump lips before spinning her so that her back is facing me. Walking us forward a few steps, I splay my large hand across her upper back, adding pressure as she bends at the waist,both palms resting on the arm of the couch that sits in front of us.
“There you go, sweetheart,” I praise, her muscles going slack at my tone. If she knows I’m up to no good, she doesn’t let on, staying right where I told her to as I kneel down and carefully remove her shoes, socks, and leggings. Tossing them aside, I move to her thong next, slowly sliding the thin lace down her legs and balling it in my fist. I trail kisses and licks up her thighs, ass, back, and neck, following with gentle fingertips as she moans and whimpers. I can smell her arousal permeating the air around us, and my cock weeps in response. But he’ll just have to wait, because I’m about to show my Wild Girl what happens when she takes matters into her own hands.
“Poor thing. Let me fill you up,” I mock with a patronizing pout as I drag my finger along her slit. She’s dripping, making it easy to enter her up to the second knuckle before immediately retreating. She whines pitifully, her head dropping forward in defeat as her legs spread wider, begging without words for more. I use the new position to my advantage, taking the panties that are still in my hand and slowly pushing them inside her. She gasps, the sound getting stuck in her throat as she attempts to look back, but I grip her by the hair, pulling her up so she’s flush against my chest. My heart pounds wildly against her warm skin, and I lower my mouth to her ear, speaking in a low growl.
“Now that your cunt is nice and full, I’m going to need you to get upstairs so I can do the same to your ass—unless you’d rather me fuck it right here for your friends to see when they get home.” Her eyes roll back, her little pink tongue darting out to wet her lips as she turnstoward the staircase. But before she can step away, I tighten my fist, holding her right where she is.
“Hands and knees, Stell. I want you to crawl—nice and slow—while I watch.” A rough swallow works its way down her throat, and she takes a shaky breath, purposefully lowering to the floor. Her slender back is arched, flaring out to soft, wide hips that my fingertips itch to dig into. She moves across the rug, her ass swaying—taunting—with every shifting motion. The panties that are stuffed into her pussy peek out from between the swollen flesh of her lips. My cock throbs painfully, so I spit into my hand and begin stroking to the sight of her.
“Atta girl, baby. So fucking perfect for me,” I rasp, the sound of my fist passing over the steel rod it’s wrapped around mixing with our heavy breaths. The tension in the air is pulled so tight, I’m wondering how I’m even holding back. Every instinct in my body is telling me to rush her way, slam in as deep as I can, and fill her with so much cum that she’ll be dripping for days, but I don’t. I just keep my eyes on her gorgeous curves as she crawls up the stairs, looking like every wet dream I’ve ever had.
As soon as she hits the landing, I release my erection, following her with my heart beating erratically in my chest. When she hears my footsteps behind her, she continues down the hallway, not stopping until she’s at the foot of our bed. I close the door behind me, admiring the way the setting sun bleeds through the windows, casting a soft glow on her flawless skin. Her limbs shake with anticipation, and my eyes lock onto the spot between her legs as she clenches against the lace.
“Em,” she whispers, the desperation in her voiceslicing through one of the few strings of self-control I have left. “I’ve used plugs and dildos on myself. I stayed stretched for you. Please…fuck me here.” She sinks a finger into her mouth, gathering saliva before reaching around and slowly breaching her forbidden hole in one languid movement.
Holy shit.
“On the mattress. Face down, ass up,” I growl, practically shredding my clothes as I tear them off. Precum oozes from my tip like a faucet, pumping out even more when she stands, obeying my order. Her round, creamy backside begs for attention, so I lean down, nipping at the sensitive flesh. Licking, biting, and kissing my way toward her center, I use my palms to spread her cheeks, the sight of her tight asshole sending a jolt of arousal straight to my dick. I don’t waste a second, flattening my tongue over it and enjoying the guttural moan that tumbles from her lips as I do.
“Oh my God, Emmett,” she groans. “That feels so good.” I eat her like I’m starving, pulling back every now and then to spit onto the puckered bud before spreading it around. Her fingers curl into the sheets, muffled cries of pleasure filling the room as her hips begin to buck desperately.
Unable to stand another second of the torture, I retreat, her quiet whine of frustration making me chuckle as I reach for my suitcase and pull out the bottle of lube that I thankfully tossed in while I was packing. Maybe it was presumptuous to assume that we’d get time alone together—or maybe I just like to be prepared. Either way, I mentally high-five myself for thinking of it, because I’venever wanted anything so badly. This is something we’ve only shared with each other, and I can’t wait to be buried inside her.
The softclickof a plastic cap fills the air, and just like it always did, Stella’s body perks up. Her ass lifts even higher, back sloping as she awaits my touch. Her legs widen, drawing my attention to the white panties that still fill her pussy, before moving upward. Her sweet little asshole is mine for the taking, so I cover two fingers in the clear liquid before smoothing it over her warm skin. She whimpers and gasps, wordlessly begging for me to give her more. So, I oblige, pressing into her tightness, inch by glorious inch.
“What a good slut,” I say, her muscles relaxing at the praise while I slide in and out, adding another finger. “You’re stretching so beautifully for me already. This pretty hole will be swallowing my cock in no time.” I twist and scissor, making sure she’s fully prepped before rising to my knees and dripping a very generous amount of lube over my erection. It’s probably overkill, especially with the way Stella always loved the burn that comes with anal. But I want to be extra cautious, at least this time.
“You ready, Wild Girl?” I ask, lining myself up at her back entrance. She hums her acquiescence, tits pressing into the mattress, so her back is arched as far as it’ll go. I take a deep breath, blowing it out slowly as I finally push past the tight ring of muscle. She moans, a little louder than she should, considering Arden and the guys could be home at any time, but I don’t scold her yet. She fists the sheets in her small hands, knuckles going completely white as I pull back and drive forward again. When herbody language gives me the green light to go harder, I pick up speed, pounding into her as her sounds crescendo, bouncing off the walls.
“Shhhh,” I admonish, landing a quick slap to her ass. “If you don’t quiet down, I’ll have to gag you.” If it weren’t for the way she clenches tightly around me, I’d assume she didn’t hear, because she only gets louder as I continue thrusting my hips. Her plump ass ripples as it ricochets off my pelvis, her head thrashing from side to side with each punishing shove.
“Fuck, Emmett! Yes!” she shouts, volume increased to a point where, even if our friends did return, we wouldn’t know it. I need to find a way to quiet her down, because there’s no fucking way I’m stopping until I’ve emptied myself inside her, and getting caught would surely prevent me from doing so.
In an instant, I collar her throat with my palm, pulling up so her back is sealed to my chest. Reaching down with my free hand, I yank the panties from her cunt, continuing to fuck her as I do. Her mouth falls open, sucking in a sharp gasp, so I use the opportunity to stuff the soaked lace inside.
“I told you to shut the fuck up,” I grit out, watching as her eyes roll back in ecstasy. It does the job of muffling her needy moans, but the change in position has my balls tingling, my orgasm barreling toward me much faster than I had expected. So, I glide my fingers down her stomach, rubbing firm circles on her hard, swollen clit in an attempt to get her to the edge.
“Come on, baby,” I coax. “I want to feel this ass suffocate my cock when you shatter. Give it to me.” Hermuscles wind tight, the shallow breaths that she’s taking through her nose coming faster as she trembles in my arms. My free hand finds a puckered nipple, pinching hard, just the way she likes. That’s all it takes to push her over, her entire frame going still right before she begins to spasm uncontrollably.
“Jesus Christ, Stell,” I grunt, barely hanging on to my own release as I work her through it. Her hips gyrate, garnering every last second of her climax before it finally fades, and she relaxes against me. She turns her head, her eyes fluttering open and sparkling with satisfaction. She’s so fucking pretty, I can barely stand it as I resume the tempo I had set before, allowing my own orgasm to build so I can fill her up.
