Page 119 of Hell Hath No Fury
I moaned into his mouth and he slipped down my body, kissing every available bit of skin he could, grabbing the waistband of my leggings and panties and pulling them down slowly, paying special attention as to not hurt my skinned knees.
Sweet and spicy, this man.
He tossed the rest of my clothes to join my bra and knelt between my legs, looking down at me. Self-conscious, I attempted to close my knees but he set his big strong hands on them and pulled them apart until my thighs burned, his gaze hot and heavy against my core and I felt a little wetness pool there where he was looking.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, staring down at me. “Don’t hide your pretty cunt for me, Bell.”
Holy hell! Did he just call me Bell? No one called me anything but Anna Bell.
And did he just say cunt? I didn’t know whether to die of embarrassment or tell him that it washiscunt now.
He didn’t give me a chance to decide before he quickly dove down between my legs and ran his nose all around down there, breathing me in like he couldn’t get enough before he spread me with his thumbs and blew on my clit.
“Fuck,” I cried. I was going to come so fast. I was already so worked up.
“Mmm,” he hummed again, before leaning in further and using his tongue to run tiny slow circles.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” I whispered, throwing my hands back and holding on to the brass headboard above me like it was going to keep me from coming all over this man’s mouth.
“Emory,” he said quietly in between sucks and licks.
“What?” I said, dazed and two seconds from coming.
“My name. It’s Emory.” Slowly, he slipped a thick finger into me, pumping it and I looked down at him trying to compute what he was saying while he was fucking me with his hand and his mouth.
“What?” I asked again.
He stopped eating me long enough to look up at me with a crooked smile. “Focus, Anna Bell. My name is Emory,” he said while using his finger to make a come here motion while it was inside of me.
How the hell I was supposed to focus while he was doing that, I will never know.
“Emory,” he said again, pulling his eyes back down to my core and watching his finger move in and out of me. “I want you to know whose name to scream when I make you come.”
Well, fuck me. This man was going to be the death of me and God, I hope he did make me scream. Emory went back to town on me. Eating, fingering, and licking me while humming and encouraging me.
Again and again, he’d do it. Emory Clark drove me crazy. Pushing me to my orgasm, then backing off and slowing down just enough to stall me.
“Please, Emory,” I begged. “Make me come.”
I felt him smile against me. “My pleasure.” And then I felt a finger slide over my backside and press in.
I immediately jerked up into a sitting position and Emory eyed me from between my legs as he used his elbows to push me wide and continue to lash at my clit, while he used one hand to fuck my heat and the other to fuck my hole.
The forbidden one. And I was just about to tell him to cut it the hell out when he slipped his finger in up to the knuckle and sucked on my clit hard.
The feeling of him everywhere sent me falling back into the bed. I dragged a pillow over my face so Jax wouldn’t hear me scream from his spot by the fireplace.
No one had ever touched me there. And it felt so…good. And I couldn’t believe it.
The audacity of this man to put his finger in my ass when I’d just learned his name.
But God, I hoped he never stopped because my orgasm was rushing back to me a thousand-fold.
My legs shook around his head as I came and I held the pillow to my face and screamed his name into it just as he had told me to.
What the hell was wrong with me? I’d lost my damn mind.
I laid there a sweaty mess under the pillow until Emory took pity on my poor vagina and climbed up my body, removing the pillow and smiling down at me.
