Lady Luck - Ashby Crime Family

He groaned and his hands tightened on my hips but Emmett left the pace up to me and I was enjoying the taste of his mouth, that hint of moonshine and leftover pie combined with his unique taste was irresistible.

We kissed for what felt like forever and then I felt his hot, slightly calloused hands sliding under my shirt and over my ribs before cupping my breasts. I gasped but instead of pulling back and reassessing, I leaned into his touch, silently begging for more.

His touch made me squirm against him and the feel of Emmett’s cock, long and hard beneath his jeans, only made me wiggle more. Back and forth my hips ground against him, sliding against the hard length. I pulled back with a breathless moan.

“Emmett, please.” I couldn’t say the words, not yet, but I reached for the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, dropping it right beside him with as much drama as I could muster.

“Fuck, Vanessa. You’re beautiful.” His words came out guttural and deep, filled with want as his hands moved up and down my midsection before they cupped my breasts again. With nothing but two deft fingers, Emmett smiled as he unclasped my bra, his gaze darkening to black when he took me in, topless and shivering.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growled and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around one nipple while his fingertips taunted the other.

I threw my head back and enjoyed the sensation of his mouth and teeth pulling and scraping against my hard, sensitive nipples.

“Yes, oh yes!” The way he touched me, so reverently but so hungrily, was enough to turn me on and soak my panties. I felt it in my panties and wondered if he could too.

“Emmett,” I groaned.

He released me with a loud pop and then blew on the nipple, smiling at the shiver he produced.

“Yes, Vanessa? What do you need?” Before I could tell him I needed more of that, he put his mouth to my other breast, and I lost the ability to speak.

Emmett groaned like he was enjoying it more than I was, which I just couldn’t imagine. I knew men liked breasts; Lance certainly did, but it was usually a pitstop on the way to sex. But Emmett took his time, kissing and sucking and nibbling until I squirmed uncontrollably, until I cried out, “Oh yes!”

He laughed against me, the sound reverberating through me and amplifying my arousal.

“So sweet,” he growled and turned, lying me across the sofa and looking down at me like I was something special, something more than a woman trying to live again. To breathe again.

“I need to touch you Vanessa.”

I nodded. “Yes, please.” My voice was shaky but this time it wasn’t nerves, it was eagerness because the heat shimmering in Emmett’s blue eyes made my breath hitch, and a battering ram of pulsing need kicked up between my legs.

With achingly slow movements Emmett popped the button free on my jeans and slid the zipper down, the sound so loud it practically echoed in the living room. With one little tug, my ass raised in the air so he could slide the jeans over my hips and down my legs.

“White lace,” he growled, his hot breath fanning over where I was already sensitized and slick.

“Oh God!” He put his mouth on me over the panties, the lace scraping against swollen bare lips along with the wet friction of his lips and tongue.

“Emmett,” I managed between cries of pleasure.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he groaned and slid my panties to the side, examining me closely, a smile on his face. “Wet too. That ‘cause of me?” I nodded and he chuckled, sliding his tongue over where I needed him most, the weight of his tongue parting me ever so slightly.

“Oh shit!” My hips bucked off the sofa which only brought me closer to his mouth and Emmett grabbed my hips, keeping me in a bridge position while he licked and sucked my pussy, fucking me with his tongue.

“Oh yes! Yes Emmett!” My legs shook in this position but his hands held my thighs while his mouth did all the work.

He moaned and sucked my clit hard and that was all it took for my first orgasm to wash over me, practically drowning me in its intensity. My legs twitched and shook but Emmett never stopped, only slowed his tongue’s movements until my hips collapsed back to the sofa.

“You’re better than those toasty warm sweet potato tamales.”

I brought both hands to my face, embarrassed that he was so dirty with his words and more embarrassed that I’d come so quickly.

“That was a little shorter than I imagined it would be.”

He laughed. “I’m happy I was able to make you come so fast. Now that I know what you like, I’ll make you come even quicker. Next time.”