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Emily
Did I really just say that I trusted him? I didn’t even think about it before the word “yes” slipped out. It’s not true, is it? I don’t trust anyone. Yet, here I am, pushed up against the wall of a damn horse stable, letting Josh tie my hands above my head.
Shit. Wait! I pull on my wrists, but they’re bound tight with rope. How did he manage to do that without me noticing? I was so lost in the pleasure-induced fog he keeps putting me under, I wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing.
“Ah, Josh?” I question.
“Trust, Emmy,” is the only thing he says before his lips fuse with mine. His taste is intoxicating. I can’t get enough of it. As his tongue slips into my mouth, I suck and nibble on it. I want more. I want everything.
No, I don’t want this. How could I possibly want this? What does that make me? I’m so confused. Even as I drown in all that is Josh, my mind questions my every move. I want to let go. I want to let go and escape just for a little bit. I want my mind to just stop.
“Make it stop, please,” I beg quietly. I don’t intend for Josh to hear my pleas. When he pulls away from me, holding my chin in his hand, he keeps our eyes locked on each other.
“Make what stop, Emmy?” his husky voice asks.
I close my eyes as I answer. I can’t bring myself to look at him—he’s already making me more vulnerable than I’m used to. “My mind, I want it to stop. I want to escape.”
When I open my eyes, I’m greeted with Josh’s smirk, his own eyes sparkling. “That I can do. Hold on,” he says as he drops to his knees in front of me.
Hold on? I’m literally tied to the damn wall. What am I meant to hold on to? Josh pulls my sweatpants down, discarding them out of the way. Kneeling, he reaches up to the collar of my shirt before tearing it in half.
He sits back on his heels and stares up at me. “This is the best fucking view I’ve ever seen.”
Picking up my left leg, he trails his lips over my calf, biting down on the tender skin behind my knee before continuing to drag his tongue along my thigh. It’s a slow torture. By the time he reaches my aching centre, I’m dripping—literally dripping—juices down my inner thighs.
Josh’s tongue licks all around the lips of my pussy, without touching the spot I want him most. My hands pull on the rope, while the skin on my wrists burn with each tug.
“Please,” I beg. Before I even finish the word, Josh’s mouth covers my mound, his tongue licking from bottom to top. Holy fucking hell. This, yes, this is what I need.
Josh picks up both of my legs, positioning them on his shoulders. His hands are over my waist, pinning my back to the wall. The grunts and groans coming out of him are on a whole other level. He’s like a starving man, someone who just found a waterhole after being lost in the desert.
His tongue swirls around my clit before trailing down and pushing into my slick entrance, pumping in and out a couple of times. He continues this pattern, travelling up to my clit before sinking back inside of me.
I’m losing my damn mind. My body is tight; my muscles become rigid. I can feel a sheen of sweat covering me, the cold breeze creating goosebumps all over my skin.
If my hands were not tied, they’d be buried in those blonde locks, holding his head to me. My hips grind into his face mercilessly. I’m chasing a release I haven’t felt in years. I don’t think anyone other than Josh has ever been able to make me feel this good.
My head tips back, his name leaving my lips as my thighs tighten around his head. The orgasm washes over me, and I feel it. I embrace it. The sense of pure bliss, nothing but pleasure.
Josh abruptly removes my legs, placing my feet back on the ground as he stands up. Tugging his sweats down a little, he pulls out his rock-hard cock. I don’t get time to admire the view. His mouth is back on mine, the taste of my release on his tongue. It makes me hungry for him all over again.
I can still feel my core convulsing with aftershocks. Josh picks me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. I moan at the feel of his smooth cock as he rubs the tip over my clit before lining himself up with my entrance.
He just holds it there, pulling his face away from mine. I open my eyes to see him staring down at me. What the fuck is he waiting for? Oh God, I swear if he leaves me hanging again, I’ll… Okay, I don’t know what I’ll do, but it will be messy—that I can guarantee.
“Josh?” I ask
“I want to see your eyes, Emmy. I want your eyes open when I finally get to slide my cock into you again.”
That’s it? He wants my eyes open? Well, my eyes are open. I decide to take over. I’m not waiting any longer. I arch my back off the wall, tighten my legs around his waist and sink myself onto his cock.
“Fuck!” Josh grunts out.
He’s so big, stretching my walls out. The slight sting I feel stops me once his cock is fully inside me. Josh’s forehead falls onto mine as he slowly pulls out before sliding back in.
“You feel so fucking good, Emmy! I thought I had made it up,” he says.
“Made what up?”
