Page 40 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“Fuck me sideways,” I murmur and bite on my fist as she makes sure to turn around and show me the back side of the purple lace underwear she’s got on.
“I plan to,” she winks at me, then pulls on the little bow at the back. That seems to loosen the panties until they just slide down her thick thighs.
Still looking nervous but also extremely turned on, she grabs me by my t-shirt and pulls me to her, then pushes me against the wall. It looks like we’re trading places.
Her small hands go to the button and zipper of my slacks, but she’s having a hard time undoing both.
“Help me with this,” she lets out an adorable little grunt of frustration. I grin when I look down and notice her squinting at my dress pants.
Without any effort, my fingers make quick work of them, then I just leave them open.
“Be my guest,” I smirk at her and continue resting against the wall.
She doesn’t give me any warning when her small hand dives inside, fingers wrapping around my cock.
“Fuck me,” I close my eyes and enjoy every second of this.
“Oh, I am dying to,” she teases me right before she lifts my shirt up over my chest and latches her little teeth onto one of my nipples.
Once again, nothing that she does to me is anything new to me. I’ve been with so many women in the last twelve years, some were dominant, some submissive, some were both. I never discriminated against any of them.
Somehow though, Emily Stewart manages to turn this into a brand new experience. I feel things that shock me to my core.
Since I am a little slouched against the wall, she is able to reach my chin when she lifts herself on the tips of her toes. She gives me a gentle lick, then a sniff, which is making me chuckle.
“You smell so good,” she whispers. “I’ve never been this turned on by someone’s smell.”
“Good. It’ll be just our thing,” I lean forward to give her another hungry kiss, which she is more than happy to return.
“Will you fuck me now?” she asks against my lips, desire and determination shining in her eyes.
“Not even a hurricane could stop me now, babe.” I kiss her again. I can’t wait to kiss her pussy. I bet it tastes even better than her mouth.
I stand up at my full height and look down into her adorable face that I can’t get enough of.
“Front or back?” I ask with a raised eyebrow, challenging her to speak her mind.
“Sideways,” she deadpans, making me laugh. Once I start, I can’t stop. That’s new.
“That’s too difficult against the wall, and this floor is way too nasty for it.” I hate to disappoint us both, but it’s better if we don’t contract some insane disease that’s bound to live in the fabric of the carpeting.
“Good point,” she agrees. “Then I will go with… back,” she murmurs after a few long seconds of pretending to think about it.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
I think I say that to her, but there’s a good possibility it’s only in my head.
Before we both know what’s going on, I have her plastered against the wall, and my hand is around my cock. I can already imagine burying myself inside her pussy, which makes it very tricky for me to hold on. If just the thought of it is making me come, I can’t imagine how it’ll feel actually being inside her.
Emily turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, eyes glistening with lust.
“I want it bare.” She licks her lips when she says it.
“My cock?” I ask to make sure I understand what she’s asking me to do here.
“Yes. Bare,” she repeats. “And hard.”
Her voice must have a direct line to my cock because I don’t even stop to think. I yank her hips back, line the tip with her entrance and commit to it.
