Page 6 of The Pakhan's Secret Baby

“Come for me,” I command against her pussy. “Right on my tongue.”

Emory shatters with a broken cry, hips bucking wildly as she comes hard on my face.

Her pussy pulses around my fingers, fresh wetness flooding my mouth.

I keep licking her through every wave, greedy for every drop, until she’s a trembling, gasping mess on my sheets.

When I lift my head, lips and chin shiny with her release, I smile darkly at her wrecked expression.

God, it doesn't get any better than this.

Emory’s eyes stay closed, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

Her cheeks are flushed deep red, lips parted, and those long lashes rest against her skin like she’s half-dreaming.

Perfect.

I want her to feel me before she sees me.

I rise from between her thighs and stand at the edge of the bed.

My fingers work the buttons of my shirt before I shrug it off and drop it to the floor.

Next come my belt and trousers.

I push them down along with my boxer briefs, freeing my dick.

It’s painfully hard, already slick with pre-cum, and I give myself a few strokes as I look down at her naked body. So fucking intoxicating.

She doesn’t open her eyes. Good girl.

Then I climb back onto the bed, spreading her thighs wider as I continue to stroke myself and get into position.

The heat of her pussy radiates against my cock when I settle between her legs.

I grip her hips, tilting them up slightly, and rub the thick head of my cock up and down her soaked slit, coating myself in her wetness.

Emory whimpers, eyelids fluttering but still closed.

Her hands fist the sheets as I lean over her, one hand bracing beside her head, and press the head of my dick against her tight entrance.

When I push forward slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching her open, she’s so fucking tight it makes my jaw clench.

A low groan rumbles out of my chest as I sink deeper, feeling her walls flutter and grip around me.

Halfway in she gasps sharply, back arching, but I keep going until I’m buried to the hilt, balls pressed against her ass, every inch of me wrapped in her scorching silk.

“Fuck,” I growl, pausing for a moment to pace myself. “God, your pussy feels incredible." I start thrusting—slow, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside her. "You're a soggy mess.So perfect."

Her moans grow louder with each thrust.

I can feel her getting close again already, her walls starting to pulse and squeeze around my cock.

I keep the pace steady and controlled, fucking her deeper, grinding against her clit on every downstroke, pushing her right to the edge… but not letting her fall.

“Look at me,” I command. “Open your eyes, Emory. I want to watch you while I ruin you.”

Her lashes flutter open as her head tips upward.