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🕑 Added 2019-06-12 19:15:40 +0000 UTC
Scott unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out to let Emma see it. Her eyes went wide; shocked once more at his size and just how ready he was. He crawled onto the bed, rising over her until they were face to face. He could see from the frenzied look in her eyes, the expression on her face that stopped just short of begging, how much she wanted it. There was no point in lubing her up. She was too aroused to need it.
He pressed into her, her cunt snapping shut on his cockhead almost as though it were trying to keep him out. Slowly, steadily, he fed himself into Emma’s sex, watching the change go over her as she went from a poised dilettante to a cock-hungry whore—giving into the sheer need he could feel inside her pussy, burning at his prick, sucking at his cum. Quivers went through her ripely voluptuous body, her breasts jiggling particularly attractively on her chest, while her expression wobbled, twisted, caught between pain, satisfaction, and a keen desire for more. Furthermore, he could feel her desperation through their psychic link, her thoughts like an echo of his, only with no original sound to produce them. She was enjoying the thickness of his cock as much as he was enjoying the tightness of her sex, and it was almost agony not to give in and drive all of himself into her, relish all of her tightly clasped pussy at once, and begin the frenetic movements of their fucking. Thrusting into her for however many hours he decided she could take before she’d earned his cum.
“Say it,” Scott told her. “Beg.”
The White Queen might’ve refused, but moony-eyed, open-mouthed, this slut he’d revealed her as was only too willing to give in. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeFUCKME--!”
Fitfully he gave Emma his last few inches, leaving her nearly orgasmic by the time he slid into her up to his hilt, her sapphire eyes rolled back in her head, her lips twitching with the demands she could no longer utter. Scott himself groaned, feeling her tightening around him, washing his cock with her juices. Her entire pussy was him, as snug around his cock as if it were built for him, massaging him with masterful pressure—both serving him and urgently demanding his seed with a servile brattishness that was so perfectly Emma he nearly hurt with affection for her.
He held himself inside her, letting Emma clench on the hardness of his cock as if in disbelief, her hips unwinding against his stationary ones like she was opening a dance, trying to entice him to join in by beginning the motions that would bring them both so much pleasure. Her cunt gulping his prick, swallowing and relinquishing it in perfect measure, and cajoling him to thrust into her and complete their perfection. Move and countermove. Rhythm and beat.
Emma’s perfectly full lips formed a dazzling smile, aimed up at him both in gratitude for getting her way and anticipation of him giving in further. “You know you want to, Scott. You know how good it feels. Now really fuck me. I didn’t ask for just your cock, after all. I asked to be fucked.”
She leaned up to kiss his square chin, her entire body quivering around his penetration of her. Her breath heaved her cleavage up against his chest, then broke sweetly over his face as she exhaled.
“Give me what I want.”
Scott looked down at her, the single red eye of his visor unreadable. “What about what I want?
“Yes, yes—“ Emma turned her head to the side, baring her throat, showing him her perfectly cut profile, surrendering to him while her pussy kept up its wonderful invitation to him, her hips pumping weakly up to him as if taunting Scott to show her how he could really thrust into her. “Take what you want.”
