Emma Kenney Sex Scenes Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Work.” Not the fact that my husband fucks me like he’s scared I’ll shatter. Not the fact that I come hardest when I picture his best friend bending me over this counter, shoving that fat cock so deep I feel it in my stomach, making me squirt and scream and forget my own name. Ryan leaned back against the island, arms crossed, biceps bulging. “You look wound tight, Emma.” I wanted to scream. I wanted to climb his body like a tree and sob, “Just fucking destroy me already.”

I decided to give her some really good ass pounding. I looked up to find the biggest shock of my life since I moved into the house. Emma had come into my wearing a strap-on and I figured she was going to fuck and do a number on Lauren, but what I saw shocked me. It was Lauren that was now wearing the strap-on and was fucking Emma who was moaning like a cheap slut, lost in her own world and begging Lauren to fuck her harder. I didn’t see that coming, “You like that Emm?” Lauren asked and all I heard were moans of pleasure. Emma was lying on her back while Lauren held one of her legs up in the air but wide enough giving her more room, she pounded away but not like the way Emma fucks, I’ve neve

“This need is consuming me," he breathed out on her lips. "I want you, Emmeline," Kevin confessed, his breaths coming in heavy, controlled gasps. Before she could even reply, faint whispers drifted through the air and soon voices of women chatting filled the trial room. Embarrassment filled Emma as her eyes darted around, aware that at any moment someone could walk in. Surprisingly, she wasn't scared by the thought of sex today, as her body had grown used to his touch and she was fully aware that he wanted her for pleasure only. But this wasn't the right place for what he had in mind.

Though he was supposed to be in pain, Ken expertly took off his remaining clothes in seconds before he lay back on the bed, naked. I rode him well. I rode him hard and fast as he cursed and moaned my name over and over again. I didn’t let him get on top, not once since I was adamant that he would open up his stitches if he got on top and lost control. Ken finally gave up trying and ended up coming harder than ever. Eyes wide before smiling like a fool. Right, that was a yes on me connecting with my dominant side. “Damn it, Em! That was...fuck! I can’t even... Shit, seeing and feeling you take control is so god damn sexy, Barbie.” I helped him discard the condom and clean both of us before la

This move incensed Emma who was not to be disgraced by a naïve stepdaughter. Emma felt challenged by Connie’s reaction and she decided she was going to prove to her friend that James was not a saint. Her sexual act with James the other afternoon was meant to be a once only meeting to create the damaging video clip but now she was willing to go an extra mile just to prove her point. James was a man like any other man who found young girls attractive and the fact that he was a forbidden territory because he was older and married made her quest even more interesting.

The scene was so hot and my pussy was pulsing. I opened the book again as I continued. Jay sat on the bed, his cock hard and ready and Emma didn't need to be told what to do, she climbed on him with her back facing him as she slowly sank down on him and took his length. “Shit!" Jaw cursed as she began to bounce on him while his hands found her boobs. The sounds that filled the room were so carnal. Jay held Emma's waist as he helped her ride him. “She sure likes to take cocks," Gray said with a chuckle as they watched Emma ride Jay's cock.

“I want you.” Emma smiled and went back to kissing him. She wanted him as well. She paused to remove her tattered blouse, exposing her bra. While he watched in awe, she took her hands back and unbuckled it, then let it fall. Ken looked like he had just seen the most beautiful things in the world. She looked into his eyes. The brown eyes had got misty and glassy. Emma could see the desire for her in them. Emma held his face and smiled at him. “You look so good, so perfect.”

she added with a grin. Emma hit her playfully. “Oh, you dirty thing! And you get to feast on him all you like, don’t you? Well, tell me then. Are they hard?” Anelia bit her lip. “Well, I mean which part of him are you talking about?” she wiggled her brows at her suggestively. Emma gasped and picked up her pillow to hit Anelia with it. “I can’t believe you! I was talking about his abs, Anelia. His abs.” How Anelia would deal with the matter was no longer a significant issue as the two giggled like two school girls reading about sex for the first time.

Emma arched slightly, whispering, "Touch me baby... just like this." Alex's hand slipped inside, fingers moving over Emma's panties, feeling the damp warmth seeping through the fabric. She rubbed in gentle circles over the cotton, pressing against Emma's clit until it swelled under the touch. Emma moaned softly, her hand mirroring the path, dipping into Alex's waistband to stroke her slick folds, parting them tenderly to circle her entrance.

She didn’t want to touch the body but before she could go anywhere the doors of the villa opened and Keenan walked in, with his hands shoved in his pockets. “ You can’t even do your damn jo—” Keenan said, however he was rendered speechless as he witnessed the trap door was open and the victim of his attack was showing. His mind processed the situation at a rate of a million miles per second trying to get an explanation that would fit the situation. “ Brittney. No matter what, don’t tell anyone what you saw here especially the law enforcement officers” Keenan was sweating, he knew if he wanted to get out of this conversation and keep the matter private, he had to play an act.