Page 98 of That Last Secret
My eyes trail her body, and I can visibly see the fucking wet spot on her lace panties. My lips turn up as I bring my eyes back to her face.
I raise a brow at her. “You wore lace panties to go boxing with me?”
“You didn’t tell me where we were going. You just made sure I had a sweatshirt and a jacket. You know, doing your little protective daddy thing.”
I growl at the use of that word as my cock stirs.
Her eyes trail down at the movement. “Got a daddy kink?” She smirks.
“No. But I do have an Emiline kink.” I smile down at her as I grip my cock in my palm and pump it two times. “Take your panties off for me.”
She lifts her hips and hooks a finger in the thin strap on her hips and slides them down her legs. So slowly that it physically hurts to watch. Then she tosses them to the side and spreads her legs open for me.
“So eager,” I rasp. “Now, touch yourself. I want you to show me how wet you are. Show me how turned on you got by sucking on my cock.”
Emiline’s lips form the perfect O shape as the look in her eyes morphs into one that’s heated with desire.
“I’m very eager,” she says, taking her hands and cupping both of her breasts.
I grip my cock harder as I watch her every move.
She so delicately slides her hands down her stomach until she reaches the spot right above her pussy that clearly aches for contact. Her finger reaches lower, disappearing into her pussy right before she pulls it out and raises it in the air to show me.
I bring myself to the edge of the bed, and I lean down over her. My one hand stays around my cock, and my other wrapsaround her wrist as I guide her finger between my lips, sucking it clean.
She sucks in a breath, her mouth parted slightly.
“I knew you were turned on by that. You must be aching for me.”
“I want you so bad right now. All of it. I want everything.”
I walk away for a moment to reach into my wallet and grab a condom. I quickly roll it on before coming back to find her with her bottom lip between her teeth.
I climb on the bed and position myself between her legs. She opens wider for me, and I lean in just enough so the head of my cock rests just over her throbbing clit.
Despite how much she’s dripping, I keep my eyes fixed down as I spit on her pussy. She gasps, and her eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening them to watch what I do next.
I run my cock through her wetness a few times. Her hips buck when I press it against her clit.
I angle my cock and slowly press into her.
“Holy shit,” Emiline cries out with just the tip inside.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I hiss.
The feeling of her around me as I push in a little more is almost too much to bear. I thought coming down her throat would hold me off, but this feeling is unlike anything else.
“Fuck me, Logan,” she says, already out of breath.
“I’m working really hard to hold it together right now. I need a minute.”
I hold myself inside of her for one, two, three breaths before I pull out of her. When I push myself in this time, I move a little quicker until I reach full hilt.
I throw my head back and let my eyes fall closed at the sensation taking over my body. When I finally get it together, I thrust in and out of her, finding the perfect rhythm and ensuring she feels everything I’m feeling.
“Talk to me, Em.”
“Oh my God,” she cries out. “I feel… so full. I feel so good.”