Page 30 of Take A Chance

“You’re mine. Say you’re mine.”

“God... I’m yours,” she whimpered, and I pressed my thumb to her clit, drawing up on the source of all erotic pleasure. Maybe I'd taught her nothing this time except that I was in charge, but I didn’t care. This was about owning her, not teaching her.

"God, yes," she panted, her entire body shaking with anticipation. I smiled wickedly before thrusting deeply into her, pushing her over the edge. She cried out in pleasure and relief, her body trembling with delight. “Blake... please...”

She begged for more as her orgasm built, and with each twinge it produced more and more moisture between her legs. It puddled there and smeared on her thighs as my hand massaged her and pleasured her. The warmth of her desire combined with the heat of my touch was pure bliss, and it was only intensifying. I felt her body tensing up, every muscle contracting as her orgasm grew more and more powerful. Her breathing sped up. Her pulse throbbed in the vein in her neck. She was going to explode. As my hand increased its intensity and my fingers explored deeper and deeper, she finally let out a loud moan of pleasure as her climax reached its peak. I felt her body shuddering with pleasure as the waves of intense pleasure washed over her.

I continued to work her pussy as she shuddered and convulsed until she collapsed onto my shoulder, head resting against my neck. “God, what was that for?”

“To remind you that you’re mine. Now, we need to finish this in the bedroom. Get up.” She took my orders surprisingly well, and I followed her after I wiped the counter clean. I didn't think I’d proven my point yet.

17

Emma

Blake had our clothes torn off both of us and me spread on the bed before we even had the door shut all the way. I didn’t know what had come over him, but I wasn’t fighting it. I’d already decided I was helplessly in love with him, and that terrified me. I didn’t want anything to happen to him or Katelyn, and I knew how my father was. He’d continue to hunt me the rest of my life, and I feared Blake couldn’t protect me or himself. My father and his men played hardball.

“God, your body is amazing, Emma. You don’t understand how long I’ve waited for a woman like you to come along.” He forcibly spread my legs and pressed a thumb on my tender clit, still swollen with blood from the orgasm in the kitchen.

“You’re an animal today.”

“And you’re my kill, so shut up and enjoy it.”

The room was dark and cool, the curtains drawn, keeping out the sun. The only light was the blue-white glow of his laptop screen, the only warmth the flush of arousal heating my body. I’d never seen this side of him before. It was raw, primal. The visceral growl of a beast rumbled out of his chest as he lowered his face to my valley. Blake’s head hung over my pussy, his tongue searching for it like a missile seeking its target. I watched as his tongue found what it was looking for and started lapping up my juices like a thirsty dog. He licked and sucked my clit, my juices his to consume.

I stroked Blake's hair, the soft bristles tickling my fingertips. I heard his muffled moans. His lips were wet against my skin. The sheets rustled as I writhed against his face. His fingers dug into my hips, his grip firm, pulling me down to meet his mouth. His other hand found my breast and kneaded it, squeezing my nipple and sending a spark of pleasure through me. Then his hands caressed my thighs, cupping the backs of my knees and running up through the dimples of my ass, raising my legs up.

“Oh, God. That’s amazing,” I moaned, clenching fistfuls of the sheet. There was no student-teacher banter, but what I fully expected was something more intense. And I was prepared to offer it.

He pushed his fingers into me, drawing me closer to the edge. A sensation of electricity surged through my veins, making me tremble under his touch. I welcomed the sparks that sizzled through my skin and prepared myself to be taken to the brink of pleasure.

He placed one hand on my hip, pulling me closer to his face and deepening his thrusts. His breathing grew shallow and labored as he continued to pleasure me. I could feel the hot friction of his fingers as they moved in and out of me, pushing me closer and closer to ecstasy.

I pulled his hair, moaning and whimpering for him to give me more, to take me to the edge. His thrusts were eager and demanding. Desire raged within my body as I felt my own passion rise to meet his. "Oh, God... Suck me, eat me so hard," I begged, nearly screaming. I didn’t even care who heard me. It was too intense to be quiet.

His movements combined in a perfect storm of pleasure as I let go and allowed myself to be taken over by the sensation. My nails dug into his shoulders as I felt my orgasm wash over me, leaving me trembling and breathless beneath him. I clung to him tightly, savoring each wave of pleasure until it finally ebbed away, leaving me gasping for breath.

He rose up, stroking himself and wiping his face. He looked at me, his pupils dilated, his mouth open, soft grunts coming out of it. I sat up, running my hands up his defined arms. His eyes were glazed over, his pupils dilated. He was lost in the moment, lost in himself. His lips were full and quivering. His tongue shot out, licking them, shoving it into his mouth as if he was savoring my taste. His hard cock looked menacing, the veins bulging and pulsing as if it had a heartbeat. I wanted to feel it pulse inside me.

“Don’t tease me, Emma. You know I’m a hard man.”

I swallowed, leaning back on my elbows. “I’m not teasing you, I swear.”

“Then tell me you understand that this is far more than just sex. Tell me you understand that you are mine now, and no one else can ever have you again.” He looked at me with a gaze so intense I was hypnotized. My mouth fell open, and I locked eyes with him. “Say it. But only say it if you mean it.”

A million thoughts raced through my head. My father, the mob, his men, the danger... and Blake. I wanted nothing more than to be only his forever. If he only knew, though, what sort of danger would I be in?

“I...”

“Don’t tease me, Emma.”

“I’m yours, Blake.”

“And what do you want now?”

"God, I need you inside me now." I reached for him, clawing at his sides. He smiled down at me, his eyes full of passion and promise, before pushing himself deep inside me.

The sensations were overwhelming as he began to thrust, our bodies becoming one in the most intimate way. I let out a cry, and he shushed me this time, his lips grazing my earlobe as he whispered, "We can't make too much noise, otherwise they'll find us." I wondered where that stern warning was when I was nearly screaming only moments ago. The pleasure was almost unbearable.

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