Page 42 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
I did get the rounds of fucking out of the way. Emily Stewart is a fuckin’ wet dream. In a very short period of time, I seem to have developed some weird obsession with her.
“Puck,” she moaned when we finally made it to the bed inside the hotel room. “What are you doing to me?”
I had two fingers curled inside her pussy and my mouth was sucking away at her clit. And I am happy to report that I was correct. Her pussy did taste sweeter than her mouth.
“I’m fucking you, babe,” I spoke around a mouthful of her juices. “Hard. Like you asked me to,” I reminded her.
“This is too much,” she cried out but held my head tighter against her pussy. At the rate she was going, I was going to end up with no hair on my head. Girl pulled hard.
“Not enough,” I countered.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and grabbed her ass cheeks in my hands. She had the perfect size ass. Just the way I liked it. I squeezed hard and sucked even harder.
“More,” she begged, forgetting that only seconds ago she had said it was too much.
I inched one finger closer to the puckered hole of her ass. She clenched but pushed herself harder against my mouth.
“Yes,” she screamed to no one in particular. “Yes, yes, yes,” she repeated when I hit one particularly good spot.
“You are such a good girl,” I kept on praising her while she came. I noticed she loved it when I did that.
Once she relaxed into the mattress, I lifted myself over her, positioned my cock and surged into her. Bare. Hard. So fuckin’ hard.
“I can’t believe how good this feels, Puck,” she brought her hands to my face and touched me gently, almost as if she cared. I relished in it.
I leaned into her touch and now it was my turn to beg for more.
“Puck,” she whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Come for me, baby. Just for me.”
And I was done for. I came so hard, I saw spots. I collapsed on top of her, framing her head with one elbow on each side, kissing her cheeks and forehead.
My hips pumped a few more times of their own accord while I just laid there, uncaring whether I’d crush her or not.
I felt so tired after the two more times after that, I thought I’d fall asleep for sure. Unfortunately, that lasted only for thirty minutes at the most.
Now, I’m lying in bed, one hand on Emily’s bare ass, kneading it gently, wishing that I could sleep as peacefully as she does.
My cell phone buzzes with a message. Since I got nothing better to do, I push myself into a sitting position and grab it from the nightstand.
I grin when I see it’s a message from Lala, one of the strippers at the club I usually spend the nights when nothing interesting is happening at the clubhouse.
Lala: hey handsome, I miss you
A picture of her naked tits is attached.
Me: hey, babe, what are you doing?
Lala: not you
I chuckle, the sound echoing in the quiet room. It’s almost the same as the conversation I had with Emily earlier. And now I feel guilty for talking to another woman while the girl of my dreams is lying naked next to me.
I put the phone down and turn to watch her. Her cute mouth moves a little when she frowns in her sleep.
When Shortie showed me a picture of her, I was hooked. I fell in love with how carefree she looked. But there was also something in her eyes, something that called to me. I needed to know what that was.
The fact that she felt the same pull gave me hope. I have no idea why. I may or may not have a slight obsession with Emily Stewart.
I decide that I need to let her sleep. She has a big day tomorrow. The meeting with the attorney for her mother’s estate is at eleven. That means we’ll have to leave here by ten.
