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It bothers me that I know this kitchen like the back of my hand. I know exactly which drawer to open, exactly which button to press.
I warm up Emme’s dinner and bring it to her, watching her eat and calm down simultaneously.
“Why are you staring at me?” she asks with a full mouth.
I laugh at her and wipe the corner of her mouth with my finger. “Because you’re beautiful,” I answer simply.
“I’m a mess,” she complains, but I shake my head. She rises from the table and walks over to the window, looking at her reflection. “Blane!” she yells at me, and I topple over, laughing.
I don’t care if she’s been crying; she is always perfect to me.
She makes me sit down at the counter and produces a magazine for me to read, insisting that she has to ‘powder her nose’.
I obey, only because I’m hoping this means something.
Hoping she will let me stay …
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“Blane?” she asks and I look up at her.
Fuck me.
She’s wearing a silk robe; her hair is down from the ponytail she wore today, natural, silky – just the way I like it. She’s wearing red lipstick, and while I thought it would make her look like she’s playing with Mommy’s makeup, she looks … so fucking gorgeous.
“Come here,” I say roughly.
“You come catch me,” she giggles and disappears down the hallway.
I don’t need to be told twice, and I run after her as she screams with pleasure.
It’s like when we were kids. Carefree, running around the house. But it’s a different game today.
I make sure to be slow enough to catch her in the bedroom upstairs.
Her pretty princess pink room I remember from last time is now a woman’s boudoir. Rich silks, buttery wood, scented candles and a mirrored vanity, which she’s standing in front of now.
I rush up to her and grab her by her waist as she shrieks with pleasure.
It soon turns into moans of pleasure as I kiss her willing lips.
I take her hips and turn her around, pushing her down until she’s leaning against the vanity. I pull her hair back so she can look at us in the mirror.
“Blane,” she says hoarsely. “Blane.”
She writhes against me and I feel my cock get harder than ever.
I pull her back into my embrace and with the flick of a hand, I open her silk robe.
She’s naked under it.
Emme gasps and it’s the sweetest, most dangerous sound she could make. I stare at her exposed chest, my eyes taking in her perfect curves hungrily. My heart is thumping with desire, the fact I’m finally seeing her naked barely registering.
Her nipples are hardening and I haven’t even touched her. She’s moaning, whimpering against me. She arches her back and her hands shoot up, finding her breasts, pinching her own nipples as she looks me in the eyes.
I’ve had enough.
I strip off her robe and it flutters to the floor.
Emme is naked in front of me and fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Her chest is rising and falling with each intake of breath as my eyes travel south. She has a beauty mark on her flat stomach. Her hands flutter to the place between her legs.
“Move them,” I order her, and she obeys, trembling under my watchful eyes.
Her pussy is waxed bare save for a line of soft blonde hairs leading my eyes down. She moans softly when she sees she’s turned me on, and I have to fight back the urge to bend her over the vanity again and just take her, rough and hard, right there.
I move closer, but she scrambles back, bumping into her night stand.
“Wait!” she says hoarsely and I have to use my every effort to look away from that devilish line of hairs to her eyes. She’s scared.
“I won’t hurt you,” I promise her.
“I … I know you won’t,” she smiles weakly. “That’s why I wanted you to do it.”
“Do what?” I ask, confused.
She moves closer and wraps her hands around my neck, the peaks of her breasts touching my torso so I groan out loud. “To be the first one to fuck me,” she whispers in my ear.
Chapter 17
“Fuck, Emme!” I curse and move away immediately.
She’s confused, her naked body enticing me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks worriedly. “I … I thought you would like it.”
“Like it?” I ask her angrily, gripping her shoulders, focusing my eyes on hers because otherwise, I wouldn’t trust myself. “I want you, Emme, I want you so badly … Do you think you’ll stay with the same person who is your first fuck?”
I’m realizing now this could be true – she is 21. She hasn’t had a boyfriend when we were still a family. She could be … a virgin.
She flinches at the word, but I’m not about to stop.
“You won’t, baby,” I tell her, softer this time. “You just won’t.”
She looks me dead in the eyes, her mouth pouting. “I do what I want,” she says sternly, and suddenly, her hands have found my jeans, jerking down the zipper. “Haven’t you figured that out yet, Blane?”
Her voice is sweet sugar as her hand pushes down my boxers and pulls out my hard cock. I groa
n and close my eyes as she gasps with surprise, barely able to circle her fingers around the thick head.
“Don’t, Emme,” I beg her, because I don’t trust myself around her, not now, not ever.
She doesn’t listen. Instead, she kisses me roughly, her finger circling the tip of my cock while I fight all my inner demons.
I try so hard to resist, I swear I do.
But when her tongue meets mine and I feel her fingers grow wet with my pre-cum, I know I’ll lose this battle eventually.
“Fuck,” I moan, my hands shaking as I bury them in my hair, pleading with my eyes to make her stop.
Emme doesn’t listen.
She slides down until she’s on her knees and she pulls my jeans and boxers down. My cock springs up to her mouth, like I’ve been waiting for her to lick it all my life.
She’s taking her time, and it’s killing me, but if this is dying, I want her to do it every second of every day. She gently takes the base of my cock in one hand, her mouth slipping over the tip as I groan loudly.
Her tongue flicks against the tip, teasing me relentlessly. Just when I’m about to beg for more, she leans closer so slowly it’s killing me, taking me in her mouth.
With each extra inch in her mouth, my resolve weakens. She chokes a little and I whisper for her to stop, but she is even more determined. She keeps going, leaning forward, until I’ve filled up every empty inch of her mouth.
“Fuck, Emme,” I cry out and my hands find her head. I wrap them in her hair and push her forward as gently as I can when all I want is to cum down her throat.
She moans softly against me and then she moves her tongue against the base of my cock up, up, up. I curse loudly and bite my bottom lip as she moves away, focusing on licking the wet tip of my cock.
“See?” she asks.
I look down and I’m pretty sure that’s when I lose it. Seeing her on her knees, playing with her breast with one hand while she jerks me off into her mouth with the other absolutely kills me.
“I’m good at it,” she says innocently, her tongue poking out of her mouth to lick the length of my stiff cock.
