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Hesitantly, she wraps her small hand around his cock, but he’s too thick and her fingers don’t meet. His head falls back, and a low groan escapes him as she caresses him with deliberate, unhurried strokes.
CHAPTER 6
SCARLETT
My heart feels like it might burst out of my chest and take flight. I can’t believe I’m doing this, and I don’t know why I haven’t told Emerson and Alistair that I’m a virgin, but how do you bring something like that up?
Oh, hey, by the way, I know my list of yes’ looks like I’m super experienced, but this is my first time actually touching a dick. Yeah, I know, it’s crazy to want to lose your virginity at a sex party. But I’m about to be sold like a pig to slaughter, so why not, ya know?
See, that wouldn’t go over well and would definitely kill the mood, and then once again, I’m losing the only control I have over myself. So I’ll cross that bridge when the time comes. It can’t be worse than what I’ve endured in the past, so I’m sure I’ll be fine.
With each movement of my hand up and down Alistair's shaft, I hear soft moans of pleasure leave him.
“Is she doing a good job, Alistair? Does she feel good?” Emerson asks from the corner, breaking up my inner ramblings.
“So good. Her hand is soft and gentle, but she knows what she’s doing,” Alistair tells him, and I do a little jump for joy internally. Because, minus watching some porn, I am flying blind here.
“Not very fair. You’re the only one being touched, though, is it? I think you should reach down and tell me if she’s wet.”
I gasp as Alistair firmly grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away from his cock. He then grabs the sides of my thong and rips it from my body. Thankfully, I had no intention of keeping it since it was new, the maid would tattle on me when she did the laundry and Tobin would have my ass for wearing something so whorish.
“Mmm. Emerson, she has the prettiest pussy. Even has a little landing strip directing me where to go,” Alistair murmurs as his fingers slide through my lips and rub at my clit.
A whimper leaves me at how good it feels to have someone besides me touch that part of myself.
“I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells. Lay her on the bed and find out,” Emerson instructs Alistair, motioning to the bed behind us covered in charcoal bedding.
In a blink of an eye, Alistair scoops me up and deposits me onto the bed. He then spreads my legs apart, making room for Emerson to have a clear view of my pussy.
Instead of feeling embarrassed about someone seeing my most intimate area for the first time, I'm consumed by a mix of anticipation and defiance toward Tobin.
If only he could see me now.
“It is a pretty pussy. A very wet pussy, too. I can see you glistening from here, Scarlett. Tell me, should I let my lover eat that sweet pussy of yours?”
God, his formal yet filthy words aren’t helping my situation and have me ready to cum just lying here. “Yes.”
“Eat her pussy, love, but no cumming until I say so,” he growls.
“Yes, sir.” Alistair nods, drops to his knees on the floor in front of the bed.
One of his hands reaches up and gently parts my lips, causing me to catch my breath. But then his tongue dances across my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body, and all my worries dissolve at the moment. He sucks my sensitive bud into his mouth with force, gently nibbling on it between his teeth, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
“So responsive,” Emerson whispers from across the room.
I feel one of Alistair’s fingers at my entrance. I squeeze my eyes shut, ready for him to learn my secret and for this shit to be over before we even get to the good part. He delicately inserts one finger, then another, and skillfully moves them in and out of me at a consistent tempo.
“Fuck, Emerson. She’s so fucking tight. No wonder my cock scares her.”
“She’ll be fine, won’t you, Little Star?” Emerson asks.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Oh, god,” I cry as the two fingers inside me rub against my walls.
Alistair chuckles against my core, which only heightens my pleasure, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. “I’m gonna cum,” I whine.
“Alistair, my love. Stop,” Emerson demands. Alistair freezes, his fingers still inside me and his warm breath skating across my bundle of nerves. My orgasm teeters on the edge of arrival.
“No! Why?” I ask, my tone sounding desperate.
