He hissed, his hand shooting out and grabbing a hold of her hair. “This time I’ll fuck your mouth. So if it’s too much, just tap on my thigh and I’ll stop, understood?”
“I understand.”
He flashed her a proud smile. “That’s my girl. Now open up.”
She obliged, watching as his length slipped between her lips. A strained sound escaped him, and from the tension in his body she could tell he was holding himself together with great effort.
Emily didn’t want that. She wanted him to let go. And preferably in her mouth.
Her hands went back to his thighs as Nicolas started moving, his hips chasing pleasure. She opened as wide as possible, took a deep breath through her nose, and swallowed him deeper than she’d ever done before.
“Goddamit!” he roared. His hips stuttered at the act, thenhe looked down at her, his dark brown eyes ablaze. “Do that again. Please, baby. Do that again.” Emily’s stomach fluttered with his begging. She did it again.
Nicolas groaned before his movements became erratic, fucking her mouth like he’d warned. Her jaw began to hurt, but for him she could endure it.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes snapped back to his after drifting down to the way his abs clenched.
“I’m going to come. How do you want me? On your chest? On your face…in your mouth?” She released an enthusiastic hum, causing him to curse. “You want all of me that badly? Me too, baby. I need all of you. Everything you can give me. So, are you going to swallow for me like a good girl?”
Her consent came in vibrations around his cock again. Tears welled in her eyes as his pace became brutal until finally, he let out a pained groan and fell apart. His cum hit her tongue, spraying to the back of her throat. It was intense. She watched him, feeling elated to have brought him there. He fought to keep his eyes on her, taking in the view, but eventually he failed with them screwing shut.
A satisfied sigh left him before he opened his eyes again. He removed himself from her mouth. His hand caressed the line of her throat before he commanded, “Swallow.”
She did. Every last drop.
He bared witness with his lips parted in awe.
When she was done he kissed her mouth, his tongue swiping inside. “You’re so goddamn perfect,” he mumbled against her lips before his eyes found hers seriously. “You should never question your skills again. Ever.”
She giggled, feeling extra content.
I made Nicolas Re come with my mouth. And he definitely liked it. There was no doubt about it.
This was the happiest Emily had ever felt after giving during a sexual encounter and she couldn’t explain how much it meant to her.
Maybe Nicolas saw it in her eyes because he pressed the sweetest kiss to her forehead and whispered, “Thank you, baby. You’ve just made me the luckiest man alive.”
37
Disoriented, Emily collapsed onto the back seat of Talia’s car. They were well on their way back home. She smiled, recalling two days ago when Nicolas greeted her with the gossip of her and Taylor, her male co-star.
The newspaper fell onto the coffee table with a thud. Emily’s eyes focused on the content on the front cover.She looked happy, embraced in Taylor’s arms. It was a cut of a scene that had been leaked.
“I swear, it’s not what it looks like.”
His face was emotionless. “How exactly does it look, Emily?”
She pouted, standing up. “Taylor and I are just friends, and that’s part of a leaked scene.”
“Good friends, I see.”
“Nico…” Her face crumpled at the expression he was giving her. “Stop looking at me like that. Not after everything.”
His defenses fell. “I’m sorry I—” He blinked, hands finding her hips, fingers digging into them possessively. “I’ve been seeing photos of you two on set for a while now. He makes it very obvious he’s not just acting when the cameras are off. I despise theway he looks at you. The way he smiles at your every word, memorizing the shape of your lips as they move…only I should be able to do that.”
She sighed wistfully. “He can look, but he can’t touch, Nicolas. Only you get to.”
