Page 12 of Lost King

Chapter Seven

Quinn

There are no words to describe how pissed off I am right now at my woman, and she is my woman. Apparently I didn't do a good enough job last night proving to her she now belongs to me. I lied when I told her I didn't know what was going through her head when she snuck her ass out of her apartment this morning. I know what she was thinking. Emerson thought last night was a one-time deal, but she is very fuckin' wrong. I'm about to show my Sunshine how wrong she was.

As we both walk silently up to her apartment with me trailing behind her, she keeps tossing nervous glances over her shoulder. When Emerson unlocks her front door, I follow her inside and kick it shut with my foot. The sound of the door slamming shut vibrates off the living room walls, and it causes her to jump. "Room," I bark. Setting her bag and keys down on the kitchen counter, Emerson without so much as a peep makes her way down the hall and into her room with me on her heels. Once we're standing in front of the dresser, she turns to face me, and when she goes to open her mouth, I cut her off, "clothes off now."

"What?" Emerson sputters, "now? I thought we were going to talk?"

"Nope. It appears talking doesn't work. I told you last night you were mine. You don't believe me so, I'm going to show you. Now strip."

I watch as Emerson contemplates her next move but only for a second before she does what I say. My cock grows harder and harder with every piece of clothing she sheds, and a wicked thought comes to mind. "Where is your white coat? The one you wear at work?" Standing before me completely naked Emerson licks her lips and answers with a confused look.

"At work. I usually leave it in my locker."

Taking two strides, I come to stand toe to toe in front of her. Reaching up with my left hand, I grab a fist full of her blonde hair and force her head to tip back to where she is looking at me. I then take my other hand and cup the heavy weight of her full breast using my thumb to tweak her piercing, my actions causing her to whimper. "Next time you go to work, I want ya to bring it home. I want to fuck you in nothing but that white coat." I wouldn't be surprised if the girls have told Emerson about my little fetish. It's not something I need, just something I enjoy from time to time. Nothing wrong with being a little creative and having some fun. The thought alone of having Emerson ride my cock while wearing that white coat and a stethoscope around her neck has me ready to come in my jeans. By the look on my woman's face, I'd say she likes that idea too. Fuck, I knew she would be perfect for me.

"Turn around and place your hands on the dresser," I instruct letting go of her hair. Doing as I say she places both palms flat on the dresser and meets my eyes in the mirror as I come to stand behind her. Taking my cut off, I turn and lay it in the bed. Next, I pull my t-shirt off and watch Emerson's pupils dilate at the sight of my bare chest. I then move on to my jeans and pop open the button and unzip them but keep my throbbing cock under wraps for now. Grabbing Emerson's hips, I thrust them out towards me and rub her ass on my jean covered erection. "Fuck," I hiss. "I can feel the heat of your pussy through my jeans. Tell me, Sunshine, is your pussy greedy for my cock again?"

"Yes," she moans while she shamelessly grinds on my dick. Emerson lets out a whimper when I step back slightly breaking our connection.

"Well, your pussy is going to have to wait, babe, because right now my cock wants your mouth. Without a moment of hesitation, Emerson spins around and drops to her knees. "I see your mouth is as hungry for my cock as your pussy is, isn't it baby?" Her only response is licking her lips as she reaches into my jeans and pulls out my dick. She doesn't waste any time taking me in her warm wet mouth. It's all I can do not to come right then. I have imagined this moment hundreds of times, but my dreams have nothing on the real thing. "God damn baby, your mouth feels like fuckin' heaven." Several beats later, I begin to feel a tingle at the base of my spine so, I fist Emerson's hair and pull her off my cock. "That was so fuckin' good, but when I come, I'm going to do it inside you. Now get on the bed— on all fours."

As Emerson climbs on the bed, I toe off my boots and shuck my jeans. Before tossing them to the floor, I reach into my pocket and retrieve what I picked up at the store earlier and throw it to the bed beside her. Snapping her head in my direction, she gives me a wild yet nervous look. Settling myself behind her, I run my palm down her back and between her ass cheeks brushing my thumb over her forbidden spot, and I feel her tense. "Has anyone ever taken you here?" I ask already knowing the answer.

"No," she answers with a bit of apprehension in her voice.

"I want to claim all of you. Will you let me?" When her breathing picks up, and she doesn't answer me right away, I try too soothe her worries. "You know I would never hurt you right, Sunshine?"

"I know you wouldn't, Quinn. I trust you."

Emerson's words and trust in me fills my chest with something I've never felt before. Leaning over her body, I pepper kisses along her neck and shoulders while rubbing my cock through the wet folds of her pussy. Retrieving the bottle of lube, I pop the cap and pour a generous amount in my hand and rub it all over my cock. I then use the same hand to rub over her backside. My fingers glide from the top of her ass all the way down to her pussy getting her nice and ready for me. "I'm going to take this slow," I soothe as I start to penetrate her tight barrier with my thumb.

"Oh God," she says her breath hitching.

"Relax baby. I promise it's going to feel good." After working my finger in and out a few times, I feel her body slack, and she starts to thrust back seeking more. Taking that as my green light, I remove my thumb, grab the base of my cock and guide the head into her tight hole. Reaching around her hip, I find her swollen clit and begin to rub.

"Yes," she moans. I use small thrusts, and with each one she takes more and more of me inside her until I am fully seated. "Fuck you're perfect," I grit.

"I feel so full." Gripping the sheets, Emerson turns her heated eyes to me. "I need more Quinn. I need you to move."

Growling, I pull out then surge forward giving her what she needs.

"Yes!" she screams.

"You like my cock in your ass, don't ya?"

"Stroke your clit, baby. Take yourself there and bring me with you."

As soon as she brings her hand between her legs and strums her swollen bud, she flies over the edge screaming my name and her cries of pleasure has me falling over with her.

Thirty minutes later after I carried a sated Emerson into the shower and proceeded to worship every inch of her body as I washed it, I carry her back to bed. Now we both lay here with her draped over my chest and I ask her a question about something I've wanted to know the answer to for over a year. "Why a peacock?" I remember the first time I saw her tattoo. We were at one of the kid's birthday party, and Emerson was in a bikini with her tats on full display shocking everyone.

"A peacock is proud and confident, and not afraid to show their colors. That's what I aspire to be like," she tells me in an almost sad tone.

"What do you mean? What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of disappointing people. Mainly my parents."