Heat prickles in my balls, and I have to breathe through my nose to stop myself from punching my hips up and sinking my cock into her throat. With effort, I force my gaze back to the TV, gaze unseeing as Emery’s tongue smooths up and down the underside.
It doesn’t take her long before she is sinking all the way down, her hot, wet mouth burning my skin, and releases a sharp intake of breath as she pushes down a little too far. Her throat spasms, and my hand flies to her hair, holding her in place.
Her fingers bunch together on my thighs as I hold her there and begin to gently rock my hips up and into her heat. My orgasm is building, but I don’t want to come just yet, no. That’s a while away.
With very little blood anywhere else in my body, I release her hair and go back to allowing her to suck and lick however she likes. To my right, Darcy stands and starts removing his pants, apparently having already taken his shirt off.
A sudden zing of pleasure shoots up my spine as Emery takes me completely and sucks hard before deep throating my cock on her own. This time, she doesn’t gag. No, that smooth, open throat from that first night in the hotel is back, and I slide all the way in, her throat clenching rapidly with every second she holds herself in place before pulling back.
Groaning, stomach tight, I return my hand to the back of her head, fingers sliding through her hair, then twisting and pullingtight. A moan travels down the length of my cock before she sinks down, burying her nose in my skin. Using my hold, I start to fuck her face properly, keeping her pressed into me and grind in and out.
My head lolls back onto the couch, and my eyes close as I chase the burning heat, needing the explosion. But fingers scratch into my thighs, and I reopen my eyes before easing up on the grip in Emery’s hair.
She gasps for air around my cock, and the sudden rush of cool air, mixed with the warm saliva, makes my thighs clench. Emery starts to take me once again, but I tighten my grip, stopping her from making me come too soon.
“That was a fucking amazing kiss, kitten. But I think it’s Xavier’s turn.” I have to grit out the words because she still has my head in her mouth, working it over, like she suddenly has an oral fixation.
Her pupils are completely blown out as she stares back at me, seeming to not really comprehend that my blow job is done for now. Leaning forward, I force her head back until I’m free and she is sitting on her feet. I get in close to her, ignoring the pressure in my balls, and make sure she hears my words. “That was perfect, kitten, but now you need to ask Xavier where he wants his kiss.”
I let go of her and lean back, pretending to go back to watching hockey, but she doesn’t leave my focus. It takes her several seconds and multiple swallows before she stands again.
Emery turns to face Xavier, but before she can even ask the words, he puts his boot against the coffee table and pushes it back a foot. The small rug underneath itwhooshesacross the wooden floors, and then he surges up to standing.
Our girl doesn’t flinch. Instead, she sways toward Xavier, who bends down and captures her, hands cupping her ass cheeks as he lifts her up to him. Emery’s legs wrap around his waist andarms around his shoulders, her face tipped up, waiting for his kiss, but he doesn’t meet her lips.
Instead, he lays her down flat on top of the coffee table, kneels between her thighs, pulls her right to the edge, then lowers his face to her pussy.
Chapter 93
Emery
The chill of the wood is completely forgotten as Hunter’s mouth lands on my still-overheated pussy. My thighs clamp around his head and my fingers dive into his hair, the dirty blond curls winding their way up each digit.
“Nooo…” I moan, fingers clenching as sharp zings of pleasure try to restart the fire. “Please, I need more time.”
Motion behind Hunter draws my eye. Daddy stands up and stares down at me, eyes hard and unyielding. I want to say something to him, to beg him to make it stop, but Hunter does something with his tongue, and suddenly there is somethinginsideof me as he licks and sucks my clit.
My mouth falls open as Daddy drops down into a crouch by the edge of the coffee table. He reaches out a hand and captures strands of my hair from my forehead and tucks it behind my ear, completely ignoring the way my body is moving under Hunter’s care.
“Hey, baby.” The smile on his face is for my benefit—it doesn’t reach his eyes. The other side of Daddy has taken over, the one that likes to make my skin feel like it is peeling away from my body and my soul float with pleasure.
Whatever is inside of me—fingers, I think—slow their thrusting motion and, instead, start bending and rubbing, like they are searching for something.
Words are not possible right now, so I reach for him. He captures my hand and presses a kiss to my palm before closing my fingers over it. “Don’t forget your safe words, okay? All we want to do is make you feel good. No bad pain, okay?”
Teeth graze over my clit, and I gasp, curling up from the table as whatever the fingers were searching for is found. My pussy tightens and Hunter makes a noise, scraping his teeth over my clit again.
Holy fuck.
I bring my knees up higher to my chest, spreading myself wider. Hunter pulls back enough that he can look me in the eye as his tongue flattens against my clit. Streaks of heat flare through my pelvis. At the same time, the fingers inside me press up against my inner wall, rubbing in a gentle circle, making my toes curl as pleasure throbs.
A hand comes around my throat, applying enough pressure that my gasping breaths stutter in my throat. I grip the forearm and try to pull it away, but it seems to have the opposite effect, because the fingers tighten.
I return my focus to Daddy, his face expressionless. “Safe words, baby.”
My pulse pounds in my head, and I nod at him, brain hazy as Hunter continues to lap at my pussy, my wetness starting to make sounds that can be heard by everyone.
Daddy’s fingers pulse tighter for a second before he lets go with a nod. “Don’t disappoint me.” He stands and walks away.
