But now I know. Emma was always innocent. And I’m the big bad mafia man who stole her.
I pull my hand away. Emma presses her legs together, hiding her pretty pussy from view. She’s breathing heavy. Spent from the two orgasms I just gave her.
“You made my cock hard.”
She gasps. “Your cock?” Hearing such a naughty word come from her innocent lips turns me on more.
“Yes. Do you want to see?”
After she nods, I stand up and pull my cock out. Her eyes widen when she takes it in.
“Have you ever seen a cock before? I know you were sheltered growing up.”
“No. Only in books.”
“Then take a good look.” I stroke myself and her eyes widen even more. “Do you want to touch me? Like I’ve touched you.”
Emma pushes herself onto her knees. The sight of her nightgown around her waist, her breasts free and her hair a wildmess, makes my cock grow even more. Tentatively, she wraps her hand around my cock. I groan.
“Does this feel ok?” she asks, stroking me up and down.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Yes, baby. It feels more than ok.”
A determined look enters Emma’s eyes as she strokes me harder. Her fingers brush against my balls and I almost come right then and there but I hold back. I want to make this moment last longer.
She bends down and kisses my tip.
I groan. “You want to taste me?”
“You’ve done it to me. It’s only fair.”
“Then put your lips on my cock, baby.” I hold still as she explores my cock. I don’t want to frighten her anymore. Only corrupt her.
It’s clear that Emma is inexperienced at this but I like that she’s not afraid to try. She has a curiosity for the world because she was denied it for so long.
Emma gets the hang of it fast though. Her lips focus on my tip, sucking and licking. I can’t stop myself from groaning.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock.”
Her cheeks flush but she doesn’t stop. The moment she truly sucks my cock like a lollipop is the moment I find my release. My cum enters her mouth.
Emma pulls back, startled.
“Swallow,” I order and she does as I instruct. I wipe away the rest of my cum on her mouth. “I meant to warn you. But you did good. Really good.”
“Yeah?”
“Does that make you happy to hear?”
“Yes. All of this has been so confusing. You. My father. My mother.” She fixes her nightgown and pulls away from me. I right my pants. “I killed my own father last night. I still don’t know how to feel about that.”
“He was the enemy, Emma. He was going to hurt you once he took you with him. You did the right thing.”
“And you? You’re never going to hurt me again?”
I cup her cheek. “I promise. I will never lock you in that cage again. You’re no longer my prisoner.”
“Does that mean I’m free to go? You said I had to remain here for my safety.”
