Page 129 of That Last Secret

“That’s not what I came here for tonight,” I tell her against her lips.

“But I want it. I want you. I want….” Emiline pauses, pulling back away from me just enough to reach between us and palm my cock with her hand. “This.”

“Fuck.”

She uses that as her time to shimmy off me, bringing herself to her knees in front of me on the couch, urging my legs to open wider for her.

“No,” I stop her. “This is your day. I should be dropping to my knees for you.”

She smirks up at me, reaching for the belt of my jeans to unclasp it. “You seem to forget that it’s also your day.”

She undoes the belt, button, and zipper and attempts to tug them off of me. I try to protest, but she looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I roll my eyes and lift off the couch just enough so she can.

“Good boy.”

“Emiline,” I growl in warning, but don’t have a second more to protest because she wraps her hand around my length. Sliding from root to tip dangerously slowly until her palm covers the head. Wiping the pre-cum from the tip and sliding it back down my cock.

My head falls back, and she taps the top of my thigh with her fingertip. My eyes snap to hers.

“Watch me, Logan.”

My dirty fucking girl.

I meet her gaze and watch as she lowers her head and drags her tongue up the base of my cock. She swirls her tongue around the head before taking me entirely in her mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” I groan.

Her head moves up and down at just the right speed, bobbing in a rhythmic rhythm. When her hair falls over her face, blocking my view, I reach up and take it between my hands. Holding it there like a hair tie, keeping her hair in place.

“I wish you could see yourself right now. You take me so well in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Emiline hums around my length, and the vibration goes right to my balls. If this is supposed to be for me, there isno wayI am coming down her throat.

I cup her face and pull her up to sit on my lap.

“Logan,” she protests.

“While that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen… I refuse to come down your throat tonight.” I run both of my hands through her hair, pulling her down to me. My lips grazing her ear. “I want to come insidemypussy.”

Emiline grins at that, pushing to stand as she tugs her shorts off quickly. I move to stand with her, but she stops me when her hands push my chest, so I’m falling back on the couch.

She reaches for the hem of her T-shirt, lifting it over her head. Now she’s completely naked and on full display for my eyes only.

Straddling my legs again, Emiline reaches between us to guide my cock to her entrance before slowly sinking down on it. “Oh my god, Logan,” she moans.

My hands find her hips, guiding her back and forth on my cock. Giving her the friction I know she needs to get off. She finds her speed, and her face morphs into nothing but pleasure as she rides me.

I cup her breasts in both hands, bringing the hardened nipple between my teeth before sucking on it, keeping my eyes locked on hers the whole time.

I don’t want to miss a second of the pleasure she’s getting from this.

“You like riding my cock, Em?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“I know what you like. I know that when I do this…” I buck my hips up, putting more pressure to hit that sensitive spot Iknow drives her crazy. “Your lips form that little O shape, telling me you like it.”

“I do. Oh my god, I do.”

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