Page 39 of Bad Call
He gazes down, his eyes locking onto the connection. “Look at that sweet little cunt, so full of cock. Is this how you got yourself off without me, Wild Girl?” He retreats until the head is between my lips, driving forward slowly as he sets an even tempo. I moan, consumed by pleasure until his warm breath puffs against my ear.
“Answer me,” he demands. “Did you use this dildo to fuck your tight little pussy while I was away? Tell me who you thought about while you did it—whose face you saw when you came undone. Please, Stella.Fuck.” His words are choked, the desperate plea of a man who just wanted to be everything to the woman he loved.Of course, he was.Even through all my bad choices and the mistakes I’d give anything to take back, one thing remained true.
“You, Em,” I reply on a gasp as he continues moving the toy in and out, the pressure building in my core until it’s so intense that I could snap at any moment. “It’s always been you.”
“Good fucking girl.” He crashes his lips to mine in apassionate kiss, his tongue plunging inside like he wants to taste every single part of me. My hand shoots up, curling around the back of his neck and holding on for dear life, anchoring myself to him as I finally erupt. The orgasm is strong, each muscle in my body shaking as it rushes through me, Emmett never pulling back as he greedily swallows my rapturous screams.
He slows his movements, leisurely thrusting the dildo in and out, wringing every last drop of cum from my body. I’m lightheaded, tingling from head to toe as I sink into the soft sheets with a sigh. The fact that he brings me such world-altering pleasure without even having to try is insane, but he does it every time. He was telling the truth when he said he knows me better than I know myself, and I trust him wholeheartedly with everything I have.
“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers, leaning forward and wrapping his lips around my hardened nipple. My inner walls clench around the toy as he sucks, pleasure still somehow buzzing through my limbs even after two intense releases. It feels incredible, but I’m done with the cheap imitations. I’m ready for the real thing.
“I love you too,” I moan. “Please, Em. I need you. I want to feel you inside me.”
His quiet chuckle reverberates against my skin, and he looks at me through his lashes before letting go with a softpop. “But I’m not done playing. There’s still a whole drawer full of toys I need to try out.” He slowly pulls the dildo from my pussy, holding it up as it glistens with my arousal. “And by the looks of it, you aren’t having a bad time, either.”
“You’re right, I’m not,” I agree, flipping us over so I’mon top of him. He barks a laugh as I straddle his hips, stretching as far as I can to open the nightstand drawer. Rooting around, I find the items I’m looking for, pull them out, and hold them up so he can see. “But I bet it would be even more fun if we both got in on the action.”
THIRTY-SIX
EMMETT
My brows furrowas I study the two silicone butt plugs in Stella’s hand. One is a pretty standard size for someone with experience, pink with a cute little jewel on the end, while the other is plain black and no wider than one of my fingers. Both have small, matching remotes, telling me that they likely vibrate. I’ve never done any type of anal play on myself—it’s never really been something of interest—but the way she bites her lip with mischief written across her expression has me reconsidering in a hurry.
I swallow the lump in my throat, my nervous, yet unwavering gaze locking onto hers. I want to experience everything with Stella, inside the bedroom and out, so why not show her that by trying something new? “Okay.”
Her eyes go wide, face lighting up with what looks to be shock and pure, unadulterated excitement. “Really?”
I huff a breathy laugh, surprised by the eager butterflies in my stomach as I reassure her. “Yeah. I trust you, Stella. If you think I’ll like it, I want to give it a shot. Begentle with me, though. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“I promise, I’ll go slow. If it hurts, or you just want to stop, saytiger,” she soothes, carefully pulling my boxer briefs off and tossing them to the floor. The reminder of our safe word placates me, and I relax into the mattress, enjoying the sensations as she presses slow, sensual kisses along my jaw and neck. I have a front-row seat to the sexiest show on the planet, my attention remaining on her while she drags her hot, wet tongue across my chest and abs. By the time she makes it to my cock, I’m fully erect, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she laps at the bead of precum that leaks from my slit. We moan in unison as soon as her mouth envelops my shaft, her lips stretching to accommodate me as she bobs up and down. My fingers thread through her hair, gently pushing it back so I don’t miss a moment of my girl making love to me. The sight only adds to the euphoria, watching her eyes fill with tears as she takes me all the way into her throat.
“Fuck, Stell,” I rasp. “That feels so fucking good.” My head spins, the pleasure only intensifying when she pops off, wrapping her fingers around my length and stroking at the most delicious pace. Her saliva is thick under the tight grip, creating a mind-melting glide as she leans down and pulls one of my balls into her mouth. A desperate whimper escapes me without permission as she sucks in soft pulses, electricity beginning to gather in my core so quickly that I wonder if I’ll actually even make it inside her before I blow.
“Feet flat on the bed,” she instructs, reaching over for the bottle of lube that sits on her nightstand and tossing itonto the mattress. I obey, spreading my legs wide as she settles between them and immediately resumes jerking and sucking. In an instant, I’m making my way toward the edge, every nerve ending in my body lighting up as I relinquish all control. I don’t really know what to expect, since I’m new to this, but when she slides her tongue down, circling it around the rim of my asshole, I have to clench the sheets in my fists to stop from coming.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, toes curling in pleasure. She chuckles quietly, but never pulls away, stroking my cock as she eats me. I get lost in the pleasure, every soft slide of her tongue over my aching skin inching me closer to the precipice. I hear the faintclickof a plastic bottle cap, groaning out loud as she sits up and locks her deep caramel gaze onto mine.
“Are you sure?” she asks, rubbing the slick tip of the plug over my hole. It feels so good, I don’t even have to think before I’m nodding my head rapidly, giving her my unwavering consent to keep going. At first, when she pushes forward, I clench. It’s an involuntary reaction, definitely not indicative of how badly I want this, which she thankfully understands as she ghosts her free hand up and down my thigh.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby,” she coos, the praise making me relax into the mattress as she tries again, this time successfully. I feel the plug moving past the tight ring of muscle, sliding all the way in until the flared end is resting between my cheeks. It feels foreign, but not uncomfortable, the fullness unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. And when she looks up at me, heat blazing behindher sexy eyes, I’m ready to be fucked into the middle of next week.
“Are you okay?” she questions on a shaky exhale, her attention falling to where I’m clamped tightly around the toy. I can tell by her expression that she’s just as needy as I am, so I put us both out of our misery, grabbing under her arms and hoisting her up until she’s straddling my erection. She squeals in surprise, but it dies on her tongue as I thrust upward, adding pressure with my shaft against her swollen, sensitive clit.
“I’m more than okay, I just need to be inside this sweet little pussy,” I reply, reaching over for the other plug. I coat it in lube, urging her to lie forward with a gentle hand between her shoulder blades. When our chests are pressed together, I slowly prep her, first dipping my finger inside her asshole and pumping in and out a few times while she rocks over my weeping length. The pleasure causes her muscles to go slack, easily accepting the smooth, pink plug as I push it into her. We both take a moment to adjust, lazily making out like we have all the time in the world. I’m breathless—absolutely gone for this woman, who I love more than life itself—kissing her until neither of us can go another second without a more substantial connection.
She keeps her eyes on mine as she lifts up, taking my cock by the base and slowly lowering down. We both sigh in relief, the press of the plug in her ass creating an even tighter fit, yet she takes every inch like she was born to do it. And when she picks up the pink remote, her toy buzzing to life and making us both see stars, I can’t stop myself from bucking up into her.
“Oh, fuck. Em,” she moans, moving with me as we set a steady tempo. I’m on sensory overload, so many intense sensations crashing into me at once that all I can do is grunt unintelligible curses as I surrender to each and every one of them. The room is a symphony of desperate sounds and skin on skin, two bodies coming together in the most primal way. I can barely even think by the time she picks up my remote and finally gives me what I’ve been waiting for.
Andho-ly fuck.
The plug powers on, the subtle vibrations making my neck arch into the pillow. My eyes roll back, full-body shivers racking my limbs as I try like hell to stay in the present. It’s otherworldly, the unbridled pleasure that also comes with a blissful bite of pain, rendering me useless as Stella continues to ride. She’s a fucking wet dream, her full tits swaying as she bounces on my cock. The pornographic screams that burst from her lungs let me know that she’s teetering dangerously close to the edge.
“That’s it, Wild Girl,” I grit out, my hands shooting to her hips. “Take what you need so I can come nice and deep inside that cunt. I’m about to fuck a baby into you right now.” My rational brain knows that the odds aren’t in our favor with her being on birth control—and that we haven’t even discussed if we still want the same things we did when we were younger—but I don’t care. The animalistic desire to pump her so full that we create a new life in this bed tonight is almost overwhelming.
“Yes, please!” she begs, planting her hands on my chest and snapping her hips roughly. Sweat glistens on her skin, but she never falters, chasing the orgasm that’s clearlywithin her grasp. I’m so close, the vibrations rippling through both of us, causing my balls to draw up painfully tight. I’m hanging by a thread, barely grasping onto my own self-restraint as her body finally stills for several seconds before shuddering uncontrollably. Her inner muscles clamp down tighter than ever, and I lose it.
“Baby, fuck. Fuck, fuck.Fuck!”It’s like an out-of-body experience, all the control I had moments ago being ripped away as we tumble around in the throes of pleasure. Cum shoots out of me in thick, warm ropes, her spasming pussy greedily swallowing every drop I have to give as we slowly float back down to earth.
