Hi!

I particularly find it very hard to describe a BJ and think it's sexy, because duh, straight ass lesbian writing here. But I can't complain now because no one forced me to write a G!P story. And a sequel to it.

Point is, I'll try to make it as sexy as possible, always reminding myself that it's Emma and Regina, and that they love each other, and that the degrading talk is done in mutual consent.

That being said, buckle up. Or not. You'll see.

This is NSFW. The entire story is. But I'll keep reminding you every chapter, because it looks like this will get dirtier and dirtier…

Regina was wet, and she loved it.

She loved Emma, and her doofus smile, and her generous heart, and her skilled hands.

She loved the way they had sex and made love at the same time, but Jesus Christ…

She had forgotten what a thrill it was – the harsh tone of her voice, the commands, the animalistic penetration-

"Could you slow down?" Regina asked annoyed through gritted teeth, fingernails digging the sides of the leather cushion of her seat.

Emma merely hummed, watching the traffic lights as she hit the gas pedal just a little harder.

"I thought you said we were late," she said.

"And whose fault is that?" Regina cringed when she made a particular forbidden U turn.

"Yours. If it were up to me, we were not even going," the blonde spat harshly.

She was wetter now. She wanted to get Emma on edge so they could hate fuck again, in the most undignified of places, with Emma grunting the most undignified things in her ear. Regina missed it; the angry retorts, the way Emma snapped her hips between her legs, the sounds they made, and the sounds their bodies made…

She glanced sideways at the bulge in Emma's lap, obscured by the half shadows of the night. She wanted Emma to pull over, open her flyer and hiss angrily what Regina had to do.

She shivered with the hoarse tone of Emma's voice in her head.

"What's that?" Emma asked, catching the shuffling of her shoulders with the corner of her eye. "You cold?"

"No," Regina muttered.

"Looks like you are," she pointed her chin at Regina's chest, and Regina looked down, mortified at how hard her nipples stood against the fabric of her dress.

"I'm fine," she retorted, folding her arms.

"Yeah, sure," Emma said smugly. "I could have given you something hot, but no. Let's have dinner at my parents!" she rolled her eyes. "Awesome."

"I am perfectly fine with going to your dinner party."

Emma hummed again, and Regina could have sworn she sniffed the air. "If you say so…" she mumbled, parking in front of the building.

She killed the engine of the Benz, unbuckled her seat belt and impatiently made her way out, around the front and into the sidewalk. Regina gripped her clutch against her lap, and waited for Emma to get the door for her.

It was a habit; whether they were going to the grocery store, a romantic restaurant or Michael Tillman's shop to change a burnt car lamp – Emma would always get the door, even if she wasn't the one driving. It was just a thing between them. No one asked, no one commented on it. It was just Emma, doing her thing, like there was some sort of understanding. Emma gets the door. Always.

Regina looked through the window and her nostrils flared when she noticed Emma laughing at something on her cellphone screen, buzzing the intercom to get the building door unlocked, ignoring Regina completely.

Slightly angry, she sighed and shook her head.

Yeah, she didn't miss the pighead that came along with the dick very much.

Regina unfastened her seat belt as well, clumsily stepping out of the car, cursing inwardly that the curb next to her door was irregular and hard to step on with those shoes. Gruffly, she turned to slam her door, sensing green eyes on her rear.

She felt Emma's hot breath tickling her neck before a pair of hands spun her around and smacked her forcefully against the car. Regina let out a painful groan as a protest, but her voice was lost in her when Emma's lips were on her ear and her bulge pressed insistently against her right thigh.

"Get off of me," she whispered weakly, hating herself for how much Emma could affect her.

"You sure, Madam Mayor?" Emma rolled her hip sideways and she was exactly between her legs.

Regina's eyes fluttered close as she tried to catch her breath. Emma was going to feel the throb between her legs if she paid attention.

"I'm very sure," she lied with a gasp.

"Admit that you wanted to give me a blowjob on the way here. I saw you looking at it," she added pressure to Regina's hip with hers.

"I am a refined woman, you troglodyte!" she hissed, ten percent angry, ninety percent aroused.

Emma chuckled, and electricity ran through her body, making her shudder harder. "I saw your eyes on me. And I saw your face. Tell me-" she lowered her voice to a dangerous whisper. "Aren't you just dying to clasp your refined lips… whatever lips you prefer… around the tip just a little bit?"

Regina was a second away from yanking Emma's pants down, but they were interrupted by Snow's chirp voice over the intercom.

"We can see you lovebirds from up here, and just a heads up… You're in the middle of the street."

"If only she knew how much the queen likes indecency," Emma smacked her ass roughly, at last pushing the door open for Regina, who angrily moved past her.

She needed to get the upper hand. She could not let it show how wobbly and jam-like her legs were. Smirking, she dropped her clutch on the floor and bent over to pick it up. She heard the sharp gasp, and she heard when Emma fell back against the heavy door with a soft thud.

Regina straightened and turned around with an impressive air of innocence that was blatant cruel. "Something's wrong, dear?" she blinked, trying her best to remain unfazed by the giant bulge pointing at her. "Oh I almost forgot to conceal little Swan over there. It really wants to come out and play, huh?"

Emma grunted and breathed at the same time.

Regina chuckled. "Behave. Don't slouch."

The blonde growled, a mix of anger and pain that increased Regina's arousal tenfold. She was so fucked when Emma got her…

XXX

"So," Snow passed Regina a glass of wine and then turned to her daughter with a beer. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh," Emma frowned, removing the bottle cap with a well-practiced twist. "Am I supposed to say older? It's only been a year since you asked me that-"

"No, sweetie," Snow smiled, passing the roasted beef plate to Charming. "You were sick earlier, and you seem… just fine."

"Oh, Emma is a fortress, aren't you, sweetie?" Regina said with a giant toothy grin. "It would take much more effort to bring her down," she added with a wink.

Emma nearly choked at the innuendo, and she really wished her mother had placed her beside Regina so she wouldn't have to face her all through dinner. It felt very wrong to want to pounce at her across the table, rip her underwear, and wipe out that smirk from her full, tantalizing lips, and make her scream-

And it felt even more wrong that she didn't care she wanted to slam herself into her girlfriend, fast and hard, with her parents watching.

"Well, she does look sick right now," Snow mentioned with a frown, noticing the droplets of sweat that suddenly sprouted on her forehead and ran down her temples, nestling in the curve of her neck. "Maybe is the fever going away for good. Here, sweetie-"

Snow handed her a linen cloth, and both her parents set to take measures to chill the loft as they babbled to each other. Regina folded her arms and winked, taking another sip of her wine and running her tongue over her lips.

I need to shove in your smirk and show you your place.

The look on Regina's face darkened; Emma thought she had growled incoherently, but it turned out she had said it loud. And clear.

Lucky for them, the Charmings were too excited about using their new AC system for the first time, and they were not paying attention to the charged couple.

As the low temperature started to take over, Emma sighed in relief as her sweaty neck began to dry. On the other hand, she saw a pair of hard nipples greeting her. She looked up at Regina, nostrils flaring, hard on getting harder.

She knew the bulge was concealed by magic, but she couldn't help squirming when her parents returned to the table, David taking the seat right next to her, and started to make small talk, and laugh, and eat.

Then she felt something grazing the inner side of her leg. Toes played with the hemline of her jeans. The sole of a bare foot ran up towards her knee and -

Everything turned into a blur, much like at her surprise party in the morning. Their voices were muffled, and she had no idea what they were talking about. Or what the food tasted like. Or how many beers she had had already.

"I need to go home," she blurted out.

Her parents had equal concerned expressions, but she chose to ignore them. It felt like the anger and arousal were flashing on her face like a neon sign, and she absolutely did not want them to notice it. She stood up, breathing hard, eyes on her shoes as she mumbled an apology.

She looked up briefly at Regina, who did not smirk but instead blinked her eyes and nodded slightly in submission. Emma felt her rise from her chair, taking a little longer to obey her silent order because she needed to put her heels back. When she stood, she moved slowly towards Emma, talking reassurances and thank yous to her parents.

Emma let her guide her towards the door, like a concerned and caring girlfriend, and the parade seemed to last for days. Snow and Charming hugged her, and said more things, but her pants were bursting and she needed to get out of there-

The door finally closed.

Regina opened her mouth to speak, but Emma was quicker.

She clasped her fingers forcefully around her arm and dragged her down the stairs.

"That's enough. That's enough, Regina-"

XXX

Regina let her, keeping her resistance to a minimum.

She didn't want to resist, but the game was still on.

She didn't know whether she wanted to smile because finally, finally she was going to be punished, or if she wanted to pull a small tantrum to tease her just a bit more.

Regina had no idea if Emma could take more of that without losing her shit.

She was thrilled, throbbing, and a little scared.

Emma was scary, huffing, and pulling her like that, and her bulge now incredibly visible and engorged-

Her heart stopped for a second when Emma smacked her free hand against the thick metal door and it burst open to the night air. She didn't look back at Regina as she shut off the car's alarm and opened the passenger's door.

Emma dragged Regina forward and shoved her inside the car, her fingers still firmly clasped around her arm as she drew closer, their noses inches apart, her hot, dangerous breath licking Regina's mouth.

"That was over the line, even for you. I don't want to hear your voice anymore."

She closed the door harshly, and as she made her way around the front, she knew Regina was following her bulge with her eyes.

Slut.

A shiver of excitement ran down her spine and shot through her cock, making her snarl before she entered the car too. When she sat down behind the steering wheel, still panting, she turned to Regina and noticed she had attached her seatbelt.

"Nope," she hissed, popping the last syllable with her lips, clicking the button on the buckle, and the bolt flew over Regina's shoulder and back to its original place.

"Emma-"

"Not a word," she snapped, and then Regina saw what she was doing with the flyer of her pants. "I said, not a word," she repeated, pushing it down her thighs. She tugged at the elastic of her boyshorts. The front was a huge tent, and Regina throbbed and clenched…

She gasped when it was all out. It looked bigger than it did in the morning, and redder, or maybe she was too aroused to see reality.

Emma reached out for her face, gently. She picked her chin between her thumb and her index fingers, and for a fleeting second, there was so much love and desire in her green eyes that Regina almost forgot about the game they were playing.

Emma too, seemed caught up for half a second. Then she blinked and she was back to angry savage mode.

When her voice came out again, it was in a hiss that could have melted ice caps.

"Suck it."

All pretense gone, Regina lingered on her touch for a moment and then she lurched forward and down on Emma's lap. She didn't think much about what she was doing, and she was caught by surprise when she felt the wet, burning hot tip against her lips.

She could smell the scent of it, feel the salty taste on the slit. And she throbbed, her inner muscles clasping violently around nothing.

Emma's hips jerked involuntarily when she gave it a tentative kiss. A low growl rumbled in her panting chest, and her fingers immediately flew to Regina's hair.

Regina opened her mouth and bobbed her head down, enveloping the spongy head completely. Emma grunted and puffed through her nose, and Regina managed to smile as she swirled her tongue around it.

"Stop-Stop teasing," Emma rasped in a strangled voice, pressing her head down still gently, considering how much she needed it.

Regina hummed, the vibration shooting fire against every nerve end on her member, and then she went further down. Emma let out a hoarse scream.

It was almost all in.

It was too long and too thick, but still Regina did a good job.

Emma kept one hand on her head; the other she used to run over her arched back until she found her ass cheeks. She squeezed and slapped it.

"Move your head, Regina," she growled. "Suck it all."

And Regina did.

Her lips would go up and clasp around the tip, and then they would slide back until her nose almost touched Emma's pelvic bone. Dark hair cascaded down her face as she went back and forth, impressed with the new girth, torturing herself as she wondered how that would feel in her.

"Regina, if you don't move right now-"

The snarling and the threat lingering in her voice made Regina finally pick up a faster pace. Emma's hips thrusted up to meet her lips, and the groans and sounds she was making were ruining more than just Regina's underwear.

"Oh yeah, baby… Oh fuck…"

Despite the penis factor, her moans sounded so feminine, so Emma… that something triggered inside Regina and she picked up a fast, precise pace that had Emma rutting against her mouth like crazy.

"Oh Jesus fuck I'm gonna… Regina, I'm gonna…"

At the slight suspicion that Regina might pull away, Emma held her head in place as she kept bucking up. "Yes, baby. Swallow it. Swallow it. Swallow it-"

And Regina groaned around her when she heard that, and Emma's abdominal muscles jerked, and she spurted one, two, three, four jets accompanied by a silent cry that ended in a low, guttural sound as she breathed loudly and smacked her hand against the steering wheel.

The accidental honk made her startle and Regina jumped much too soon, and she was on all fours when her eyes met Emma's, black hair sticky to her left cheek, red lipstick smeared over her wet lips and around her mouth.

Several lights turned on in the windows of the apartments, her parents' included.

Emma rolled her eyes and Regina chuckled, but she turned dead serious when the blonde cupped her cheek and looked at her.

Emma's eyes had always been her weakness, and probably Emma's weakness too, because they spoke volumes when she was blunt with the words.

Emma ran her thumb over the corner of her mouth, wiping the droplet of cum, and she stared at Regina for an entire minute.

I love you, her eyes whispered.

"Good job, Madam Mayor," her mouth said instead.