Pitch Perfect 2 Emily Junk Novels & Stories

Her thoughts drain away as she slowly turn and her breath hitches when she sees the intensity of Lucas' gaze. Emily's slim shoulder lifts as she struggles to maintain her composure. She stares intensively, waiting for Lucas to answer her. " Did you hear what I just said?", Emily asks, she rubs her sweaty palm against her clothes. " No, I wasn't listening." Emily stops, she sucks in her lips and did not say anything. Judas clears his throat, making Lucas and Emily jump. They both turn to stare at Judas. " Shall we get going since our work here is done?"

I wished my voice came out more than just a whisper but instead it came out as a whimper that was full of need and lust . “ punishment, princess punishment . The last time I acted like a jerk , you punished me until I was this close losing my shit - now I can’t really go through the song and dance of breaking up with you and hoping that you will make it up to me , but that doesn’t mean I won’t punish you for that little stunt you pulled in the park “he answered in a long , lazy drawl , I shivered and looked up - and god please have mercy on me because the gravity in those dark stormy eyes scared me .

Femi cannot think that I like his girl, the tense relationship we already had between our parents is putting so much on our family that we cannot afford to be quarreling too. “Wacko?” I tilted my head at my best friend who rolled her eyes at me. “Of everything I said, trust your brain to pick that one out.” “So that’s the reason why you are trying you hand at matchmaking?” I asked as Tomi shrugged. “It seems to be enough reason for me.” Tomi said as I sighed. “You suck at it.” I tell her as she throws her chips at me. “Food fight?” I asked her. “NO, you child.” She admonished with a giggle. “Since I suck at it, why don’t you give it a try?”

MATTEO I sat back in my chair, Emily’s file still open in front of me. Pages of her life, her records, her achievements. Everything about her was detailed, too detailed. Clean for a lady like her. No wonder they sent her after men like me. I hated to admit it… but she was good at her job. Too good. My phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was Dominic. I picked it up immediately. “Talk to me.”

Her meaningless words echoed through the room. Fuck… Emily is such a slut, being ruined like that. I felt my own cum pulling heavily into my panties. My legs almost buckled but I gripped the armrest of the couch nearby for support. Finally, she collapsed on the chair, her breathing slowed down, her hands weakened around his hair with beads of sweat rolling down her forehead; I could tell she had reached climax. “That was so intense, Emily,” Ethan said, raised his glistening hands up and swiped his tongue around it. “Nice taste as usual, Emily.”

Emily raised her chin, drunk on her perceived power and the adoration of our former classmates. "If you don't kneel and apologize right now," she declared, "I'm going to demolish that pathetic excuse for a motorcycle you rode in on." I shrugged, keeping my face carefully neutral. "Go ahead. Try your best." Emily's eyes widened at my casual response, clearly not expecting this reaction. "You think I'm bluffing?" She snapped her fingers at her security team, the sharp sound echoing in the sudden silence. "Boys, show her what happens to toys that belong to disobedient omegas."

Emily muttered quietly. Veronica smiled and sweetly said, “Listen bitch. This disrespect is over. You ate my pussy. You devoured my pussy. You did such a good job there’s no way I’m going to just let you get away. You will fuck me whenever I please. Does that sound good to you?” Emily was suddenly turned on all over again, and she smiled back at Veronica. She liked the way this was going to go.

Emma. Fuck!

Emma lowered her gaze to her toes, hiding the icy glint in her eyes with her lashes. * Emily stepped out of the room, ready to call for a ride and leave the suffocating atmosphere of the banquet behind. As she waited for the elevator, a familiar voice called out from behind her. “Emily!” Emma’s voice echoed behind her. Emily turned, her expression cold. “What do you want?” Emma approached with a triumphant smirk. “You saw it yourself in that room, didn’t you? Justin doesn’t trust you at all!” Emily raised a brow but remained silent.

Was Emily out to test my self-control? ****