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“How do you feel, Little Star?” Emerson asks her, his voice coming out tight and strained. He’s trying so damn hard to hold back for her comfort, and I’m so proud.
“Good,” she breathes out. “It still hurts a little, but it’s a good kind of hurt.”
I look at Emerson and we both grin. I give him a nod, and he grips her hips tightly, giving her another thrust. She moans, so he does it again and again until he’s pounding into her.
Scarlett sobs, begging for him to fuck her harder.
My breathing is erratic as I jerk myself at the pace Emerson is fucking her. I’m not going to last long. The sight before me is too fucking erotic, too perfect. It's everything I’ve ever wanted and more.
“Oh, God, yes, Emerson,” she screams. “Fuck, yes, I’m gonna cum.”
“Yes, you are,” he growls out. “Cum for me, Little Star, cum all over my cock like a good girl.”
Praise must be something she is into because she locks eyes with me and her lips part as her orgasm hits her. Her eyes roll back, and she falls to the bed as her body twitches and shakes out her release.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Emerson grunts, jaw tight as he pounds into her like a madman, the sounds of their flesh slapping together echoing throughout the room. His whole body goes taut as he stills, emptying himself inside her.
Feeling my balls tighten, I move to my knees and shuffle closer. Grabbing a handful of Scarlett’s hair, I bring the tip of my cock to her mouth. “Open up, Cupcake. Take everything I give you.”
Her eyes are heavy-lidded, but she listens like the good girl she is, opening her pretty pink lips and sticking out her tongue.
“Fucking hell,” I growl as the first spurt of my release hits her tongue. Rope after rope covers her mouth, lips, and face, turning her into my own personal cupcake with homemade icing. Grinning down at her, I use my thumb to frost her lips with my cum, cursing as she licks it from her luscious mouth like sweet cream. “You’re something else, Cupcake,” I murmur.
She gives me a sleepy grin and licks her lips. The sight has my spent cock interested in going again.
Emerson groans as he pulls out of Scarlett, and she snuggles into the blanket. “I feel amazing,” she sighs happily.
I kiss the top of her head before moving down to part her legs. Emerson’s cum drips from her pussy, and I need a taste, so I lean down and lick her from clit to ass. She whimpers, most likely still overly sensitive, so I leave her be and kiss her ass cheek. “Get some rest, Scarlett. This night is nowhere near over.”
For the next few hours, Emerson and I take turns fucking Scarlett, sometimes taking her at the same time.
We go until we have nothing left in our bodies to give. Emerson carries Scarlett to the bathroom and we work together to clean her up and dry her off before tucking her into bed.
As we lay there in bed, I look over at Emerson who’s watching me, Scarlett fast asleep between us. “Thank you for this,” I whisper to him, playing with a strand of Scarlett’s hair. “This was… everything.”
“Anything for you, love.” He leans over and kisses me deeply. “Get some sleep. We have to be out of here in a few hours.”
I nod and snuggle down next to Scarlett. I know I should sleep, but I can’t stop staring at her face. She’s so beautiful. I’m not ready for this night to be over. I’m not ready to say goodbye. But this was a one-night-only type of thing and I have to. Even though I don’t want to.
“Wake up, Cupcake.” I brush some hair from Scarlett’s face.
She blinks her eyes open slowly. For a moment she looks confused as to where she is, but when she realizes, she gives me a sleepy smile that has my heart twisting.
“Hi,” she mumbles.
“Hi, love. It’s time to get up. We have to go.”
I don’t miss the look of disappointment on her face, but she nods.
We all get up and get dressed before leaving the room. We’re not the only ones coming out into the hall, a few others ahead of us are exiting their rooms too. Some laughing, looking so carefree and excited. Maybe they’ve found something more, something that will go past just tonight.
If only that could be us. Sadly, it’s impossible.
Emerson is silently following behind us, and I wonder if he’s disappointed too. He seemed to like Scarlett; he was great with her last night.
Did this night make him dread his upcoming nuptials more than he already has been?
When we get outside, the cab we called for Scarlett is already at the curb waiting, idling in front of our limo.
