Page 13 of Take A Chance

“Please... Oh, God, I was so close.”

“My name, and you can come.”

She looked me in the eye and whispered, “Mr. Emmerson.” The fire was back, hungry and devouring her from the inside out. The way my name rolled off the tip of her tongue made the precum dribble out of my cock into my shorts. I had hoped for more, but I’d give her this one.

“Good girl.” I pressed my thumb against her again and pushed my fingers deeper. I had her moaning in seconds, clawing at my arm, eyes rolled back in her head. The way her pussy squeezed my fingers rhythmically had my dick throbbing. “Good girl,” I said again, watching her body spasm.

The contractions slowed, and she panted, trying to catch her breath, but I had only just started with her. I dropped to my knees, licking my fingers clean of her bodily fluids. When her eyes fluttered open, she looked shocked and nervous that my face was this close to her pussy. “So I guess if I’m the only man who’s ever made you come, you haven’t enjoyed the pleasure of a little cunnilingus.” Pushing her knees wider, I kissed her inner thigh.

“Cunni-what?” She sucked in a breath when I bit her tender skin, kissing slowly up her thigh to her sensitive nub.

“It means oral sex. You know... I eat you alive until you scream my name.” Her eyes grew wider, and her hands shot out, pushing on my shoulders. I wouldn’t be dissuaded, though. I was a ravenous beast, ready for my meal.

“Uh... I don’t know.” She pushed harder, but I let my stubble scrape across her skin, finding the hardness of her swollen clit and pressing my tongue against it.

“You want to learn about this, right? Just trust me. If you like the fingers, you’ll love this.” I sucked her clit gently at first, watching her body twitch with each of my movements. Still overly sensitive from the first orgasm, she was putty in my hands. My fingers searched her soft folds, pushing into her again, and I took a break to ask her, “You do realize a woman can have multiple orgasms in a row without rest. Right?”

Her head shook, and her eyes pleaded with me. I was about to show her what the most intense orgasm of her life felt like. I ate her like she was a Thanksgiving feast, sucking and slurping her juices up. Her resistance shifted. She no longer pushed me away. Instead, she took handfuls of my hair and pulled me closer, panting again. Her heavy breathing sent a breeze across my back as she curled over me.

I pushed my fingers into her again and again, sucking and stimulating her clit until her whimpers and pants of pleasure rose in volume and pitch. She was close, but I wouldn’t let her come again until she said it.

My thumb swirling around her clit to keep her on the edge, I pulled away and said, “Say my name now.”

“Fuck... please, just make me come. I’m so close.”

“My name, Emma.”

“Please, Mr. Emmerson, I’m begging you.”

Again, not what I was hoping for, but I was having so much fun, I let it slide again. My mouth returned to drink her pussy in eagerly, and she was moaning and panting, fingernails sunk into my scalp. She was so loud I knew Marta and Greta could probably hear her, and I didn’t care. My fingers were drawing the breath from her lungs in loud gasps, and I loved it.

Again, she slowed, her body spasming every time I sucked. I teased her, flicking my tongue over her clit and growling for a little vibration. She shuddered and used my hair to pull me upward. “I want you in me now,” she begged.

I pried her hands off my hair and tore my shirt off over my head while she pushed my pants down. Her hand wrapped around my cock and stroked as I stepped out of my pajama pants.

“Please... I need you in me.”

“You need me in you ...what?”

She groaned and whimpered a fake cry as she used my dick like a handle to pull me closer. “I need you in me, please.”

“Wrong answer.” I gripped her wrist and held it tightly while she let out another bleat of complaint. “You know what I expect to hear.”

“Christ’s sake, man. Just do it.”

As badly as I wanted to bury my cock deep inside her pussy, I wasn’t about to give in. I laughed, pinning her arms to her sides. I let my hardened dick rest on her thigh, slowly thrusting my hips to push the precum across her skin. It left a sticky trail, and I looked her in the eye firmly.

“You need me in you ... what?”

“I need you in me, Mr. Emmerson.”

The minute she said it, I released her wrists and gripped her head in both of my hands. I leaned forward, claiming her mouth. My tongue pushed forcefully into her mouth, rubbing across her teeth, finding her tongue pressing back against mine. She grabbed my dick again, stroking and teasing me, and I kissed her harder. She drove me mad with desire. She used the head of my cock to massage her clit, and when she lined me up to penetrate her, I did, thrusting forward so hard she whimpered.

“Mmm,” she moaned out as I began pumping my hips. I let her head go but kept my lips touching hers, twirling my tongue with hers in a fitful frenzy. My hands searched her body, groping and squeezing. Her body was perfect, thick and curvy beneath my grip. I had handfuls of her ass, pulling her against my body as I drove into her.

Again her moans rose in pitch, her clit so sensitive that just the brush of my pubic bone against it pushed her to the edge.

“Now, say my name. Say it like you mean it.”

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