Page 19 of This: Blake & Emon

He lifted and swiftly laid her down on the couch. He stood over her and admired the view from above. His dick jumped, and her mouth salivated, but she had to cool it. She wasn’t a slouch. She’d suck his dick so good that he’d be slapping her in the head to get her to stop.

“Sss, don’t you dare,” she breathed, her fingers grazing her own nipples as his eyes made their way lower.

“Damn, baby,” he groaned out, taking in every curve. “You perfect.”

“Don’t tempt me, Emon.” Hearing his name brought him so much joy. His mouth followed where his hands had been earlier, leaving a path of fire across her skin. Blake arched into his touch, soft moans escaping her lips as he worshipped every inch of her. When his tongue found her breast, she gasped his name like a prayer.“Emonnn.”

“I got you,” he promised, his hand sliding down her stomach, teasing but finding its way between her thighs. “Let me take care of you.” His fingers softly glided against her wet, pretty, glistening pussy. Now it was his turn to salivate at the sight before him. Two fingers entered her. He kissed her thigh as he pulled them back to go in again, over and over until she arched her back, causing it to crack. He removed his fingers to see her juices coating them.

“You wet as fuck.”

“Let me taste it,” she asked. Never the one to not give her what she wanted, he placed his fingers slowly in front of her andwatched her make them disappear like she was Houdini. Yeah, he needed to see if she could do the dick like that… STAT. But he didn’t just yet. Her enjoyment was his enjoyment. It had been that way since they met months ago.

“What else you want, Blake the Lake?” he asked, giving her a nickname that fit her perfectly. She was wet like a lake and about to claim a body like Lake Lanier.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been devoured. Handle that for me.”

Without another thought, his tongue trailed up and down her clit as his free hand toyed with her nipple. Each kiss and lick to her clit was deliberate, building the anticipation as he went faster and crazy. Blake’s breathing grew heavier, her body trembling under his touch.

“Please,” she whispered, not even sure what she was begging for, but she knew she needed it and needed it soon.

“I love hearing you beg,” he growled against her sloppy, wet sex. “But I need you to be sure. No going back after this.” Between kisses, slurps, and licks, his words came out broken: “You...my...woman...and that’s...that.”

“O—” Blake’s response was cut off by her gasps as his long fingers found its target. Her back arched off the couch again as he explored her G spot with skilled precision. “I hear you. I hear you,” she screamed, feeling the pressure rise.

“How you wanna cum?” he asked.

“Right now, baby, right now!” she exclaimed.

“Now was that the question? I don’t think it was. Try again,” he said, grinning. She couldn’t think straight with his fingers dipping in and out of her. He had to know that. Slowly, in and out, brushing the clit, back in, back out. Her eyes rolled, and he knew she was close. His hand held her hips steady, but his mouth was back doing the devil’s dance. Every stroke of histongue had her seeing stars, building a pressure that threatened to consume her.

“Emonnnn,” she moaned out, her hand finding his fade as he worked her closer to the edge.

“Let go for me, baby,” he commanded between strokes. “I got you.”

“I’m—”

“I’m what, baby? Use them words. You got all them words in that pretty little head of yours and can’t tell me what I need to hear.”

“I’m—” she tried again, but her words failed her. Her whole body tensed as she watched his tongue go on a relentless pursuit of her pleasure. Blake’s thighs shook, but Emon kept her anchored, his strong hands holding her steady as she approached her peak.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her most sensitive spot, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through her body. “Cum for me, love. Do it for me.”

The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her back arching as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Emon didn’t let up, working her through each aftershock until she gasped his name like it was the only name she knew.

“Emon, baby, baby, baby,” she sang, pushing him away from her.

When he finally looked up at her, his eyes were dark with desire. “Damn, you even more beautiful when you come unglued like that.”

Blake was still trying to catch her breath when her phone rang. Brooks’s name flashed across the screen.

“Don’t you dare answer that fuckin’ phone,” Emon growled, already making his way back up her body. “I ain’t done with you yet.”

“I won’t,” Blake acknowledged, looking him dead in the eyes. She lifted her hips as Emon settled between her thighs, his muscled body pressing her into the couch. Her hands explored the definition in his back as he captured her lips again, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

She pushed him back and said, “Let me see this pretty muthafucka.”

Emon leaned back and stroked his dick right in her face. “This muthafucka?” he asked, with his bottom lip between his teeth. Blake had turned into something. Again, a man that could make an ordinary woman feel extraordinary could get the nastiest of sex she could give up. She licked her lips and kissed the tip, tasting pre-cum.

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