Page 53 of Crown Jewels
She dropped her eyes and lowered her voice, “You know. The orgasm stuff.”
How could someone do that wrong? Hang on…
I looked over at Emma, who was doing everything she could to avoid eye contact. She wasn’t worried that she did something wrong. She was worried that I didn’t like it. She wanted to please me. I hated her people pleasing bullshit, but this I could get behind.
Sure, I could tell her that she was perfect, and I would happily lick her pussy for the rest of my life, but like she had said so many times, I was an asshole. “You did fine.”
The corner of my mouth curled when she took the bait and snapped her eyes up to me.
“What do you mean I did fine? Was there something I could’ve done better?”
I shrugged. “There were a few things.”
“What things?” Emma sat up and shifted in her seat to face me. “Tell me what to do.”
Such an eager beaver. “It’s not something I can tell you. I’d have to show you.”
“Well, then show me.” She said with so much enthusiasm and innocence, that I almost felt bad. Almost.
I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
“You have to show me.” Emma grabbed my arm and looked up at me longingly. “Please Vahn.”
“Alright.” I huffed out a sigh, as I pulled the car into our parking stall. “But you owe me.”
I was so going to hell for this, but man was I going to enjoy the ride down.
“Thank you.”
Did she really just thank me for this shit?
“Okay,” Emma opened the passenger door. “Just let me tell my audience about the shoot, and then we can get to work.”
Her audience huh?
“Why don’t we make a show out of it.” I suggested. “Let them watch while I instruct you.”
“Like a special sneak peek show?”
Or those fuckers could watch while I take your virginity, so each and every one of them would know you belong to me. But…
“Sure.” We could go with her version.
“Okay,” Emma hopped out into the parking lot. “Give me like fifteen minutes.”
I was wrong, I was going to hell for this.
“Take your time.” I called out as she headed up the stairs.
I sure as fuck was going to.
Fuck me, did that shit actually work? Either I was really good, or she was really naive. I didn’t care which right now. I could evaluate and address that later. After I claimed my woman, and hopefully knocked her up. As far as I knew, she wasn’t on birth control.
Why would she be? Although, it wouldn’t hurt to have one more look around the apartment. Given how protective her brother was, she might’ve hidden some somewhere.
I got out of the car and headed upstairs to our apartment.
Searching through drawers and cupboards wasn’t an easy thing to do when one was hard as fuck. Both my mind and dick were focused on one thing, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t think about anything else.
