Fool for You (Southern Bride #7) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,50

sorts of naughty things with, and she wanted to give me her first blow job.

I propped up a few pillows and then lay down. When Emmerson grabbed the ice bucket, I thought for sure she was going to ask me if I needed more ice for my towel, but she didn’t. She simply placed it on the side table and then quickly stripped out of her clothes. I loved that she wasn’t afraid to be naked in front of me. Most women I had been with wanted the lights out, so seeing how comfortable Emmerson was in her own skin was fucking sexy as hell.

She climbed onto the bed and reached for my pants, pulling them down and tossing them as soon as I pulled my feet out. I kept the ice on my nose as I watched her move her hands up and down my legs. Her eyes flicked up and met mine, and she giggled.

“Did you ever imagine we’d be seeing each other naked?”

Without any hesitation, I replied, “I imagined it many times in my dreams.”

Her smile faded, replaced by a look of pure hunger. Good Lord, this woman was going to drive me to insanity simply with the way she looked at me. She moved her hands farther up as she positioned herself on her knees and then ran her hand over my cock. It jumped, begging for more attention. But she kept moving her hand up my abs and to my chest. Then she did the hottest thing I’d ever seen anyone do. She placed her finger in her mouth and slowly withdrew it, and then used it to circle my nipple.

“Fuuuck,” I said as I felt my dick pulse with need.

Emmerson smiled and dropped her mouth to my other nipple, gently swirling her tongue around it.

“Christ, Emmerson,” I groaned as she moved her hand down my body until she found my dick. Wrapping her hand around it, she stroked. My entire body jerked off the bed as she slowly worked me, keeping her mouth on my nipple.

I was going to come so embarrassingly fast, and I could not have cared less. I just needed her to keep doing what she was doing.

When her mouth left my nipple and she blew on it, I let out another moan, or maybe I said a prayer to the gods above—I had no fucking clue what I was saying by that point. I took the ice off of my nose and tossed it to the side of the bed, the pain long forgotten. Okay, maybe there was a small dull ache still there, but who the fuck cared. Emmerson was about to put my dick into her beautiful mouth.

Lifting my head, I watched as she kissed down my body and settled herself over me. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail, thank fuck. I wanted to watch every single thing she did.

She moved her hand up my shaft and slowly brought it back down as her tongue gently licked my precum.

“You’re trying…to…kill…me,” I gasped.

With an evil little smile in my direction, she gave me a pout before she opened her mouth and took me inside.

The feeling of her warm, wet mouth on my cock nearly sent me over the damn edge. I had to grab onto the sheets and focus on not coming. “Jesus,” I hissed.

She went so fucking slow, adjusting to the feel of my cock in her mouth. I wanted to grab her head and just pump in and out of her, but I forced myself to stay still. She wanted to explore and learn, so I was going to fight like hell to keep from coming.

I held my breath as, taking me in deep, she sucked and then let my dick pop out of her mouth. She looked up at me, all innocence in those eyes, so startlingly blue they reminded me of the glaciers I’d seen when my family took a cruise to Alaska.

“Do I keep stroking you with my hand while I use my mouth?” she asked.

I couldn’t form words. Holy shit. I forgot how to talk. How to breathe.

I nodded, then forced words to come out. “M-move your hand along with your…your um…your…your…” I pointed to her mouth as I opened and closed my own.

With a giggle, she replied, “With my mouth?”

“Yes! God, please, yes! Do that!”

She nodded, looking back down at my cock with pure concentration. If I hadn’t been so goddamn turned on and trying not to come, I