“Yes,” I moan, digging sharp fingernails into his wrists. “Oh God, yes.”
“Say thank you,” he rasps in my ear.
“What?” I pant, carnal overload fogging my brain.
“I gave you a compliment earlier, and you didn’t say thank you.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I repeat over and over again.
Emmett trails feather-soft kisses down my neck and along my shoulder. I frantically undulate against his hands, my passion reaching scorching levels.
“I feel it,” I gasp. “I feel it coming. Oh God, Emmett.”
“Such a good girl, Sweet Peach,” he praises, kneading my sensitive bud faster. “So hot and responsive.”
An explosion of pleasure clenches my slick core, making my legs go weak. “Emmett,” I cry softly, bone-jarring convulsions tilting me on my axis. I sag against him, barely able to stand on my own two feet.
“We’re not done yet, Sweet Peach,” Emmett murmurs, lifting me in his hulking arms.
I slip my hands over his broad shoulders and lock my ankles at the small of his back. “What are you doing?”
“Taking my pussy,” he answers, his tone daring me to challenge him.
“We can’t.” My gaze sweeps the overcrowded dance floor. “We’ll be seen.”
“We’re just dancing, Sweet Peach.” Emmett frees his intimidating length. “No one is paying attention to us.”
He pulls my thong to the side and enters my yielding body, awakening every nerve ending to blazing life.
“Better than Beau and Shepard said it would be,” Emmett groans, latching onto my bottom.
He thrusts in short erratic strokes until he’s fully seated inside my wet haven. A silent cry parts my lips. There’s something about that first stroke, the feeling is fucking magical. There’s no other way to describe it. I clasp his face and bring his lips to mine, sucking his tongue into my mouth. I’m being fucked in the middle of a busy nightclub and I don’t give a damn. I’m ravenous, completely famished for him and he’s the same for me. His steel fingers squeeze my ass in an iron grip, guiding me back and forth over his massive manhood. The special place between my thighs rubs against him, bringing me closer to climactic fulfillment. I break the kiss and stare into his eyes, running an index finger over his plump lips.
“Fuck, Sweet Peach,” he says huskily, pressing his sweaty forehead to mine. “You’re amazing.”
I want to tell him that he’s amazing too. That he and his cousins have given me pleasure beyond my wildest imagination, but speaking those words would give him too much power over me. I can’t risk it. I fist my hands into his reddish-brown mane and urgently meet his thrusts, showing him instead.
“You’re already ours,” Emmet whispers, his passion-filled gaze holding me prisoner. “Stop fighting it. Your pussy only gets this wet for us.”
“I’m afraid…”tolove again.
“You can trust us, Sweet Peach. We just want to eat your pussy and make you happy.”
I seek his mouth again, innately drawn to him. We pull and push against each other, oblivious to the happenings around us. In this moment, my mind, body, and soul are lost to this man. A national disaster couldn’t pry me from him.
“Emmett, I’m coming,” I breathe, my sopping channel clamping down on his cock, inviting him to spill his essence into my body. “It’s so fucking good.”
“Milk my cock,” Emmett rasps against my lips, joining me in orgasmic absolution. “That’s it, Sweet Peach,” he groans, burying his face into my neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I cling to him, my heart pounding in my chest.
I’ve given myself to three men in the last week—three family members—unprotected, each one filling me with their cum. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but I’m only human. Being bad is easy when it feels so good.
“Let’s get some food,” Emmett says, lowering me on shaky legs. “I’m starving.”
“I can’t just leave,” I tell him. “I’m here with friends.”
“I know a place just a few blocks from here,” he states, stowing his semi-hard cock in his pants. “We’ll be back in an hour.”
