บททั้งหมดของ A Holiday Of Pain And Pleasure : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

AMBER’S POV . “Lie down,” he ordered as he lowered himself to the rug. I obeyed, and he kneeled beside me and moved closer until his groin was poised over the side of my face. I licked my lips in uncontrollable anticipation of what was to come. His hand slid into his briefs. His cock was pulled out and I couldn’t help staring at the angry monster as it throbbed and pulsed in his hand. Before he could even lean towards me, I had already lifted my weight onto my elbows and parted my lips to capture the wide head. Whatever he had wanted to say died in his throat as let out a raspy groan at the contact. My hands curled around his hips, and I pulled him forward so that my back could softly rest against the fur while I sucked him hard. I tried to keep my eyes open. However, the deep rhythmic hollowing of my cheeks as I milked the first small spurt of cum out of him had me intoxicated. With one hand closed around the base of h

I shut everything else out. How was I able to do that? I had no idea. I was like a fish out of water. Not gasping for air, but for him. I wanted more of him, more sensation, more friction. As I edged closer to my release, I swore and thrashed in his arms, but instead of letting me come, he slowed his pace. Again and again, he did that. His hips worked on me and my pussy with a level of expertise and familiarity that left me shaken and battered. My vision blurred despite being wide open as I stared up at the ceiling. "Emmett, please, let me come," I breathed, gasping as the head of his cock stroked that elusive spot inside of me. "Fuck." he growled, as if he had been holding himself back until that moment. His hips bucked and so did mine as I shattered into a million tiny pieces. He kept fucking me; his motions, although jerky, were relentless. Now I understand why it was important that we only do this for three weeks.

AMBER'S POV . What the hell was I doing? What type of story would I tell a man like Emmett to keep him entertained? I'm not a storyteller. However, I'm willing to try absurd things to get him to stay around me for a bit because, from the moment he walked into the laundry room, I lost the ability to think with my brain. My sex had begun pulsing, wet with arousal, as though it recognized the person who had lavished it with attention the night before. And then there was the attire that he had on. He wore a luxurious but casual outfit, a black designer tee, and hip-hugging black pants that tempted me to undress him and explore every inch of his body. I'm not going to get anything done with this man in the same space with me. I wasn't thinking clearly when I asked him to stay. "I’m sorry. You don't have to stay if you don't want to." I said. He frowned. "I’m sorry," I apologized again. He cocked his head

Living with Emmett has brought out a part of me I never knew existed. I’ve been in denial about the way I feel drawn to him since the day I set my eyes on him.The truth is; I want this man more than I’ve wanted anything in my life if I chose to be honest with myself. The past few days with him have been nothing but beautiful. I feel at peace having him around.Ever since we spent the night in his room, we’ve been sleeping together in my room or his own. Snuggling up to him, feeling his breath on my face, waking up in his arms. All of it made me happy and at peace. A strange feeling I’d never thought it would agree to.By Friday morning, I woke up to an empty bed. We slept off in my room, and I felt his presence at some point in the night, but I had no idea at what point he stepped out.‘What could his absence mean?’ my overthinking mind queried.Could this mean he wants to pull away from me? I pulled a robe over my night slip and went downstairs. I planned to st

AMBER'S POV.I didn't see Emmett leave the house. But he made Wynne tell me he had an emergency and Rachel was coming to keep me company while he was away. That brought me some calm.I had just finished taking a shower when I heard Rachel's voice at the stairs yelling my name. "Oh, Lord." I murmured, imagining the endless chatter I was about to face. But I loved it anyway.A knock came on my room door, and immediately I called her in. Rachel bounced into my room. "Bestie!" She screamed so happily and made that favorite small dance of hers."Bestie!" I shouted back and wiggled my hips in an attempt to mimic her dance steps."Christ! you need more dance lessons." Rachel chuckled."I know, right?" I replied, giving her a hug. "I'm so happy you came.""I wouldn't miss the chance to see you for any reason in the world." We separated, and she took a seat on my bed. "You look happy today. Is there any reason for that?"“Hmmm, no." I shrugged. "I'm just happy to see you.""Yay!" she exclaime