Page 52 of Crown Jewels
Emma huffed out a sigh. “I suppose I shouldn’t be mad at you. The shoot went well.”
“It did.” I agreed. At first I wasn’t sure it would. When Chad walked in and started setting up his cameras, Emma looked like she was ready to run. “Did you like how the picture turned out?”
Chad was excellent at his job. He caught Emma in mid orgasm, with her eyes rolled back in her head and lips parted. But my favorite part was how her legs were spread wide enough that I could see her hymen. I’d be jerking off to that picture for the next year.
“I guess.” Why was she so cute when her nose scrunched up like that? “Although I don’t know why he picked that one. I looked prettier in other ones.”
“Guys don’t want to jerk off to pretty.” I said. “But a lot of them will be jerking off to your virginity.”
“You can’t tell I’m virgin just by looking at me.”
I cocked a brow her way. “Your hymen is in that picture.”
“Oh.” Her eyes went wide, then her brows knit. “You can see a hymen?”
“Yeah.” Did she not know that?
“Huh?” She looked up like she was thinking, before looking over at me. “What does it look like?”
How did I answer that? I don’t think innocence, tempting, or something I want to break were the descriptions she was looking for. “Um… it looks like a wall of flesh blocking your pussy.”
She reared back with a grimace. “That doesn’t sound appealing or fun at all.”
“That’s cause you’re not a guy.” I leaned over and added, “trust me, we find it plenty appealing and fun.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s only because of the go where no man has gone before thing.”
My brow arched. “It’s not Star Trek.”
“You know what I mean.”
I did. There was a primal need built into all men to claim the unclaimed. Whether it be land, power, or pussy. there was something satisfying about being the first to leave your mark, so any other man who came along would know you beat them to it. It was hard to resist that urge.
I almost fucked Emma during that shoot so many times that I lost count. If there weren’t other people in the room, I probably would’ve. There was a reason I told Chad it was only oral. Someone had to keep me in line if I lost control. Thankfully, that didn’t happen.
I don’t know how much longer my control would last. It was getting harder and harder to push back my urges. If Emma didn’t come to me soon, then I was going to snap and take her.
Even after showering, I could smell and taste her. It was driving me crazy. I had to tighten my hold on the steering wheel to stop from pulling over and fucking her on the side of the road.
Maybe I should make her suck my dick? No, that would only lead to other things. I could jerk off when we got home.
I looked out at the road, and clenched my jaw. Why the fuck did we live so far away?
“Thank you for helping me, by the way.” Emma turned, batting those big silver eyes at me. And it took everything I had to keep driving and not pull over. “I was really scared, you didn’t need to do that.”
Yes, I did. And not because I cared if she did the shoot. My reasons were purely selfish. If Emma ran away, then I wouldn’t have gotten to lick her delicious pussy.
“It wasn’t a big deal.” I said while steering the car down the road to our apartment. “Wasn’t my first shoot.”
That beautiful pink tint rushed across her cheeks again, making me rethink the not pulling over thought.
“Can I ask you a question?”
God yes. I welcomed anything that would take my mind off how she looked in that corset. “Sure.”
“Did I do it right?”
What? “Did you do what right?”
