I should probably be concerned. Instead, warmth blooms low in my stomach. How could I be mad when he’s giving me his smiles and honesty. It’s one-hundred percent real, unfiltered Emmett.
“I could probably forgive you,” I murmur.
His eyes darken. “Yeah?”
I open my knees a little wider. “Maybe.”
“Three orgasms seems like a good start to my contrition.”
“Three?” I balk, letting myself fall back against the table.
“Four?” he asks.
“I’ve never had more than one at a time.”
His nose coasts up the inside of my thigh. “We’ll be fixing that, starting now.” When his lips seal over my clit and suck, I gasp.
“You like?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I croak.
He dips a finger inside me, curling it. “Damn, Angel. You feel so good wrapped around my fingers. So ready for me.”
He adds another, pumping so slow I want to cry.
“Tell me what did it for you.”
A curl against my walls and a flick of his tongue has my back bowing off the table.
“Was it the sight of me on my knees for you?”
Certainly didn’t hurt.
“Or was it finding out I like to steal your panties.”
Surprisingly hot.
His fingers slip from where I want them and his tongue takes over, licking from my entrance to my clit and back again. “From now on, when I call you Angel, it’ll be because of this perfectcunt.” Then he looks up at me, face shining. “This is heaven—sweet as sin.”
“So fucking cheesy.” My giggle is cut off when his thick fingers find that spot inside me again, crooking against it in a way I can’t do myself and no one else seems to be able to find.
“Tell anyone and I’ll never do this again.”
“Liar—” I start but it’s cut off by a sharp slap to my clit. Heat jolts down my spine.
Oh god.
His nose brushes lovingly against my thigh. The sting of his fingers is so fresh, and my heart is racing, my head swimming from the mixture of pleasure and pain.
“You never answered my question.”
Hello, I’m a bit distracted.
I search for the question.
“What made your pretty pussy cry for me?”
“None of it. All of it.”
