Page 10 of Crown Jewels
“I’m so sorry.”
“Why are you talking to me?” I grumbled and tossed my now empty coffee cup.
“Sorry,” she muttered again.
Sorry? I had coffee all over my shirt and that was all this bitch had to say. Bumping into me was probably another ploy to get into my pants. I swear chicks could smell money.
I looked down at her collecting her books off the ground and growled, “This is fucking pathetic. You think I don’t know what you’re up to.”
She lifted her head, rolling her eyes up at me, and I was so awestruck by the hue of her silver orbs that I didn’t hear what she said. She had the face of an angel. Delicate features, with a small button nose, and pouty pink lips. All of which were accentuated by the red curls cascading down her back and over her shoulders like a flaming waterfall. She was fucking gorgeous.
She was the kind of girl men killed for. I’d only known her for thirty seconds and I was willing to cut my own heart out for a taste of her lips.
“Are you okay?”
No I was not okay. I’d had my fair share of pussy, but this was the first time I wanted to get lost in one. And that couldn’t happen. I was promised to another.
I cleared my throat and forced a scowl back on my face. “Watch where you’re fucking going.”
She stood up, and it took everything I had not to look down at her pert breast pressing against the cotton fabric of her pink shirt.
“You don’t have to be rude.”
Oh, she had sass did she? Or at least what she was trying to pretend was sass, but I could see the meek little thing causing unsureness to spark through her eyes. It was hiding in there like a parakeet needing to be trained. Oh, and I wanted to train her. I wanted to make her come so many times that I would drown in her orgasms.
I needed to get out of here.
Leaning in, I growled in her face, “Stay the fuck away from me,” then spun around and walked away…
How ironic wasit that the second person I ran into that day was her brother? Only this time I ran into him. I’d say it was fate, if fate was a cruel mistress who liked to dangle toys in front of you.
The problem wasn’t that I wanted Emma. It was that I wanted all of Emma. A taste wouldn’t be enough. I thought watching her would be enough. Then watching turned into stalking, which turned into secret cameras and recording, and finally stealing.
I had her lingerie stashed all over my room. The teddy bear she thought she lost was under my bed along with her brush, half a dozen socks, and the shirt she was wearing when we met. Emma Iphigenia Rose was my obsession.
Emma stood up and shrugged the robe off her shoulders.
I followed suit, reaching back to pull my shirt over my head.
As she stripped clothing off her body, I did the same, following each of her careful movements with a frenzied one of my own, until we were both naked.
When Emma stepped in the bath, I stroked my cock while groaning at the sight of her narrow hips.
She was small and tiny everywhere. A fragile little thing begging to be broken. I stroked myself and watched as Emma’s hand dipped in the water. This was the real show. There were no fake smiles or pretend flirts. It was just her in her raw vulnerability.
When Emma let out a little moan and rolled her eyes shut, I imagined how her pussy would struggle to take in my girth. The little cries and winces that would squeak past her lips as her nose crinkled in strain. How her velvety walls would pulse around my cock, as I plowed into her and licked the sweat from her brow.
I could almost taste her ecstasy and frustration. The same frustration that was displayed on her face right now.
My grip tightened on my cock as Emma shifted and adjusted her position. Why the fuck was this so hard for her?
It pissed me off that she couldn’t get herself off. Millions of women around the globe did it every day, yet Emma never reached that peak. I wanted to see her come. No, I needed to see her come.
When her hand slipped back between her thighs and a squeak blew past her lips, I thought I would finally get my wish. And for a few minutes we fell into a rhythm. Emma fingered her clit while I jerked myself enjoying the ecstasy on her face. But just as her body started to tense, she stopped.
What the fuck? Was she afraid of coming. Her frustration was starting to get to me.
Fuck this.
