Page 46 of Hurt Me Not
I leaned back and wrapped my arms around her neck, feeling her hot breath on my neck. It sent a shiver down my spine.
“Your slut wants you to touch her.”
One of Emerson’s hands came back to my slit while another plucked my nipple. I started a slow, gyrating movement that gave me enough friction, combined with her skilled fingers, to have a dull kind of pleasure starting to grow into something more.
“Look at how well my slut’s taking me,” she praised.
I couldn’t stop looking. Watching as her hands explored me, as the hand from my clit trailed up my stomach to the other breast, teasing my nipple.
This is the real view worth watching.
I let out a sigh as she moved her hand down past my clit and?—
I gasped as she put pressure on my entrance.
“I bet I can fit more in there. Your greedy cunt will eat it up, won’t it? Or should I make you bend forward so I can fill your other hole instead?”
“Emerson!” I gasped and arched against her as she used the heel of her palm to apply pressure. Her mouth was on my throat, then my shoulder, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses before she sank her teeth into my skin.
I let out a cry as pain shot through me.
“You’re making a mess of my pants, Pearl.”
It almost sounded like she regretted it, but I knew she didn’t. So I bit my lip and jerked my hips back and forth.
“That’s right, my perfect slut. Fuck yourself.”
Her fingers came back up to my clit and started rubbing hard circles over it while she bit, licked, and sucked the place where my shoulder and neck met, ravaging and bruising the skin there.
She’s marking me.
It was intoxicating. Getting marked by Emerson so the whole world knew I was hers. I would have to hide it at the office, but we would both know it was there.
Our dirty little secret.
Sweat was running down my body now. I was barely hanging on. The overstimulation of her hand and the cock inside me were making my head spin.
I wanted to come again so badly, but the closer I got, the more I feared I couldn’t handle it.
“I don’t think I can come again,” I gasped as I began to shake against her, tendrils of heat unraveling from my core and expanding out to all parts of my body.
“This is nothing, Pearl. Don’t tell me that’s all you can take.”
I slowed down at that, and she pushed me forward to lie over the center console. It was tight in the backseat, but she managed to stand and drive the fake cock back into my waiting cunt.
I almost screamed at how delicious it felt.
One hand pushed me down, steadying me, the other gripping the seat as she began fucking me again. She wasn’t going to let me get away with it.
“Fuck, Emerson, that feels so good,” I cried because I felt it. She was forcing one more from me, pulling it from the depths of my core.
Her hand came to grab my hair and forced my head back.
“I know what’s good for my perfect. Little. Whore,” she said, emphasizing the pet name with separate thrusts.
My body seized. My breath caught. Tears pricked my eyes. I tried to thrash against her as the powerful orgasm came through me, but I was stuck. Just the way she wanted.
“Take it, Pearl. Fucking take it.”
