Buyer’s Market(26)

“I’ve got you, Emmaline,” he says, words an equal part his assurance of my wavering not going unnoticed — and it's a truth that rings out to both our ears. I’m trapped in the web of our lust. He has me now. I cannot escape.

I don’t want anything more.

His fingers stroke my pussy lips, slowly, sensually, so that I’m ready to cry out for more. But I don’t dare. I’m moaning, sucking in my lower lip, and watching his face. I can’t take my eyes off his face. He’s a whole new man like this. Ethan is already an imposing man but now he towers over me.

His hands seem massive. Those two fingers are a huge invasion, and they’re only brushing over my skin. I can’t imagine the feel of them in me…and I can’t think of anything else. Those fingers sinking into me, God, they’d fill me up so much I might scream.

Oh, fuck. I whimper aloud at the thought.

I want him to fuck me. I do.

But his cock…I felt a hint of it when he kissed me the first time. But how on earth will I ever be able to take that cock in my pussy? He must be so massive. I don’t even know if it's possible. And…despite not knowing much about sex, now I know that I desperately want that. I want to feel his enormous cock dragging me under and making me so lust filled I can’t breathe. I want him to sink his cock so deep inside me that I can’t think of anything and I’m screaming out.

“You’re softer than I can stand, baby girl. That sweet pussy of yours must taste like a summer sunshine,” Ethan practically purrs.

Taste? Oh God! The idea of his mouth on my pussy is so deliciously wicked I actually spread my legs a little more, something I didn’t think was possible.

“You like that idea, Emmaline?” Ethan says my name and I shiver, nod. I want that more than I knew I could want something.

He hooks his fingers in my thong and pulls them down so slowly. I’m shaking with need. My thighs are trembling; my bottom lip is quivering.

Ethan looks at me with such warmth I think I might cry on the spot. “Are you okay?” His question is entirely genuine. “Listen, we don’t have to — “

I don’t let him finish. “You misunderstand,” I say in a breathy voice. “I don’t want you to stop. I’m not afraid. I just need you so much,” I confess.





Ethan





There are parts of your life where you realize that you’re about to lose yourself to a choice. You’ll hear the words coming out of your mouth, see the situation at hand, and know what you’re supposed to do. What’s right.

That’s how I knew this was the end of me.

Because she thinks I’ll be able to fuck her sweet virgin pussy and then we’ll both pretend nothing ever happened, like this is an itch we can scratch.

I know damn well that it isn’t. That we’ll be obsessed.

And I don’t save her. Nothing is going to save her from me.

But my cock won’t be denied, not when I listen to her tell me about how she wants to be able to give me her damn virginity and I’m about to fucking burst.

I will fucking have her. Claim her. Make her mine. Emmaline is everything I need, everything I crave, and tonight she’s my prey. I’ll go in for the kill because I have to have her. She wants this. She wants it so damn much and I want to give it to her.

“Want me too much? I don’t think that’s possible,” I breathe the words and that’s it, we’re both utterly damned. “Take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees,” I tell her, and I sit in my leather wingback. “In front of me, here,” I point.

Emmaline licks her lips, and slowly her trembling hands remove her clothes, casting them into a pretty little fabric heap on the floor. When she’s totally bare before me I look at every inch of her perfect soft skin and I ache to get my cock out and I want to fucking cum all over her body before I even fuck her. I need to claim her, possess her. I have to own her, body and soul. I want every pleasure that her body feels to belong to me.

“I don’t do normal, not ordinary…when I fuck you, I want to own your body. Will you surrender to me?” I ask Emmaline.

If she says no, if she doesn’t want this, it all ends here. I don’t want what she doesn’t want to give.

Nude, her eyes hooded with lust, her hair swaying behind her in a curtain of chocolate waves, Emmaline steps toward me. “I want that. I want you. I’m yours,” she says, her voice going breathy at end of her sentence.

“Good,” I say, barely able to contain my desire. I swallow. Twirling my index finger in the air, I nod.

Emmaline obeys, already moving to get on her knees before me.