Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Wrap your hand around it. Touch it,” I urge, holding my breath until she does. A wave of pleasure washes over me, pure and sweet, making me almost weak in the knees before I get a hold of myself. “Run your hand up and down. Feel how hard I am for you. Feel what you do to me.”
The disgusted little grunt she lets out makes me chuckle before I cover her hand with mine and direct myself toward her mouth. “Open up. Start sucking.”
Her tongue darts over her lips, a nervous gesture that makes excitement leak from my tip. “I have all day,” I murmur, knowing it’s only pissing her off.
Finally, she takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and parts her lips so I can guide myself inside her waiting mouth. “Relax your throat,” I warn when she gags. “Throw up on me and we’re going to have a big problem. And I’ll make you make it up to me,” I promise.
That seems to get through to her because she adjusts quickly. Slowly, her lips move down my shaft, sending indescribable heat racing through my body, lighting me up. She’s clumsy, inexperienced, but she’s working hard and that makes up for a lot of it. She’s working so hard to please me.
“That’s right. Just like that. Don’t stop.” This is incredible. Voices pass outside in the hall while I’m in here, wrapped in the wet heat of her mouth, with her tongue sliding along my underside and her soft grunts reaching my ears in time with my dick hitting the back of her throat. Nobody has any idea what’s going on in here. How I own her.
My hips move faster, and my fingers sink into her curls, taking control of her head so I can fuck her face in these last seconds when I’m barely holding on, walking the thin line between pleasure and release. The tension builds in my core and a tingling sensation starts to tickle the base of my spine, telling me this is almost over. I don’t want it to be. I want this to last forever. Totally developed in sweet sensation while Emma gags and whimpers.
“Here it comes,” I rasp. There’s no hope. I’m going to lose it. “I’m going to come in your mouth. You ready? Swallow it. Take it.”
When the rush overtakes me, I let go with a long, deep growl. She lets out a strained whimper as I fill her mouth, but has nowhere to go with me holding her head like I am. All she can do is take every drop like I told her to, until I start to soften, drained. Satisfied.
At least, for now.
She’s trembling as she gets on her feet, ignoring the hand I extend to help her. Refusing to look at me, too. “I think you bought my silence.”
“Good.” That’s all she says before grabbing her backpack, eyes on the floor, rushing out of the room while I straighten myself out and finish catching my breath. Yes, she bought my silence today. For now.
All I have to do is find a way to explain it to Easton, because this isn’t something we’ve ever talked about when it comes to her. I just hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea.
Though, I’m not sure what the wrong idea would be, because I don’t know how to feel anymore. I only know I want an excuse to do that again. Whether she wants to or not.
13
EMMA
I’m going home.
I’m going home, where I won’t have to think about this anymore.
I’m going to pretend this never happened.
Why did I come in today? Why do I force myself to do more than even my doctor thinks I should do? I mean, Grandma is one thing. She is always going to want me to be careful and baby myself. But even the doctors think I should go to school from home more than I do.
Yet here I am, because I have to prove something. To who? I don’t know. Considering nobody knows about the cancer, it doesn’t really make a difference. So maybe I’m trying to prove something to myself.
Look where it’s getting me. There’s probably a lesson here somewhere, but I’m having a hard time finding it as I head straight to the parking lot instead of hanging out in the library between classes, the way I had planned to. Before I was so unpleasantly interrupted.
The thought of him makes me grab for the water bottle in the mesh pocket of my backpack. I take a long gulp, swish it around in my mouth, then spit it into a trashcan before moving on. I’m beyond humiliated, not to mention mad at myself. I know it’s not my fault—what was I supposed to do? I’m too weak to fight. I’m practically too weak to walk to the car.