Page 43 of Crown Jewels
Shit.
The corner of Vahn’s mouth tipped up in a smirk, and I did the only thing I could. I squeaked and ran away, as fast as my legs would carry me.
VAHN
Little miss Emma wasn’t such a good girl after all. Good girls didn’t peek in on porn shoots, and if they did, they sure as hell didn’t have that look in their eyes. She liked what she saw.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to punch Kyle over that—she shouldn’t be looking at any other dicks—or if I should ask him to join us sometime in the future. I also liked to watch. Kyle was one of the few people I would trust in that aspect. He wouldn’t be interested in pursuing anything else with Emma. He’d be there strictly for the sex.
A part of me wanted to give Emma shit for fucking up my shoot. When I saw her standing there, I came ahead of schedule. And it wasn’t easy to get me going again after, turning what should’ve been an hour of work into three. If Amber didn’t hate me before, she sure as shit did now.
But, I could let that go. It wasn’t like Amber and I were friends. Besides, I was much more interested in Emma’s reaction when I walked through the door. If she behaved like normal, then I would have to work harder to get her to give in. But if she blushed, ran away, or avoided me, then I had her on the line already.
I’d never been more excited to unlock the apartment door. I practically threw it open and ran inside. But there was no Emma in the living room. At this time she should be curled up on the couch reading. It was also really quiet.
Huh?
My eyes rolled around searching the apartment for signs that she was here. The kitchen was empty, but there was a plate and cup in the sink. Ruby had fresh water and was chipping away at one of her snacks. Those she usually gobbled up in minutes.
“Hey there pretty girl.” I reached in the bars and stroked the top of her head. “Did Emma give you that treat?”
What did she do, hear me coming and hide in her room?
“Vahn is the master.”
“That’s right.” I gave Ruby a few more strokes, and headed over to Emma’s closed bedroom door.
Proper etiquette would be to knock, but given our conversation this morning, I think we were past privacy issues.
I reached out, grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and stopped when a muffled sound made my ears twitch.
Was that…
Leaning in closer, I held my breath and listened.
The soft, sweet sound of Emma’s moan hit me like a Mac truck. My dick twitched as another one wafted through the door. Fuck me. She was masturbating. But was she thinking about me while she fingered herself? That was the only answer I wanted. Because if it was Kyle, I’d fucking kill him.
I creaked the door open and looked inside. If Emma spied on me, then it was only right I spied on her.
The scene was my living wet dream. Emma was sprawled out on her bed, with nothing on except for a pair of white cotton panties. The most virgin underwear in existence. One hand was between her legs, playing with her pussy, while the other pinched her nipple. The cherry on top was the video she was watching on her laptop. It was one of my movies.
Just like that, my dick was hard. I spent the last five hours fucking, and one look at her and I was ready to go again. That’s what Emma Rose did to me.
My hand was unbuckling my belt before I had time to think about it.
Emma groaned and threw her head back, while I grabbed my cock and started stroking. The men who watched her show didn’t get to see her like this. This shit was all for me. Legs spread wide, breast up in the air while her back arched off the bed, and her small hips pressing her ass into the bed.
My sweet little doll. With her big innocent eyes, and pouty pink lips that made me want to shove my cock down her throat. She was desirable in every fucking way. Even the frustration twisting her face made me hard. She was so close, but couldn’t get there. That was my job.
With my cock still in hand, I kicked the door open, and smirked when she jumped up and squealed.
“Vahn, what the hell!” Her arm shot up to cover her breasts. “You can’t just come barging in here.”
It was cute that she thought she could tell me what to do.
“Looks like you already invited me in.” I nodded at the end of the bed where my video was playing.
A flush crept across her cheeks, and she quickly snapped the laptop closed.
