Chapter 17

When Emmett's lips touched mine, my entire mind was wiped clean of all thoughts. One of his hands cradled the back of my head, while the other fondled with the button teasingly on my pants.

Emmett's tongue slid between the wavering barriers of my lips, and played with mine in a taunting dance that wore down my will into nothing. I wanted more, so much that I was drowning in my own need. I stood on my toes, trying to encourage him silently to unfasten my pants, and to take me completely.

I wanted to be skin on bare skin, flesh to flesh—I wanted to complete this erotic dance. As my hips wiggled enticingly against his thickened length, his other hand traced down my body toward my breasts. My nipples were stiff and aching against the rough feeling fabric of my shirt. I was entirely wet for him, so much that my panties and the crotch of my pants had been soaked slightly through.

"Are you wet for me Rose?" Emmett growled against my mouth. His fingers then twisted one of my nipples until a shocking wave of pleasure-pain spread through me like warm butter over bread.

I began to pant like a dog, a frantic fast movement that pushed my chest up and down. "Emmett..." I breathed before I wailed out. Both his hands were on my chest, twisting and playing mercilessly with my sensitive breasts.

"Are you going to be a good girl, and let me have my way with you, aren't you Rose?" Emmett growled huskily to me.

I whimpered, and couldn't find my voice to answer him, so I simply nodded.

He then gave me a wolfish smile that took my breath completely away—he was completely in full sex drive. "Then let's get started, my sexy little nymph."

And right then, I knew that I was in for one hell of a night.

We were in the bedroom, and on the bed. I was spread out the way Emmett had placed me. My legs were spread until they were close to the edges of the bed, and my arms were placed above my head; I was completely at his mercy.

I felt like I was melting into liquid from the inside out. Emmett was looming over me like a predator standing over captured prey. "I get the feeling that you're more likely to start eating me, rather than love me." I spoke in a raspy voice.

I had tried to lighten the mood, but my joke only caused his eyes to turn into an even deeper shade of the hungry color.

His eyes were hot as they traveled down my body leisurely and hungrily. His gaze settled on the juncture between my legs, and the liquid flowing out of me burned my sensitive sex. "I'll do both, don't worry." Emmett promised me darkly.

A flush of heated embarrassment spread over my skin like a bad sunburn being inflicted during the summer; only it was Emmett's eyes causing this to happen to me.

"Emmett, why are you staring at me like that?" I squeaked shyly.

"Because, I can't decide where to start."

I looked away, embarrassed of the hungry was he was staring at me, I felt like a piece of meat.

"Well, I wish that you'd decide, because not only am I becoming impatient, I'm also beginning to have some second thoughts." Even though I meant that as teasing, Emmett growled at me like a rapid, hungry animal that was being teased with fresh food right in front of its face.

"Sorry, you're not getting out of this bed, not now, not ever." He said with a deep rasp.

"Don't get all worked up, I was just joking with you; consider it your punishment for not hurrying the hell up with our carnal business/pleasure." I chuckled throatily.

"Oh, ha ha—aren't you so funny? Then I'll return the favor by punishing you for taking up the occupation of being a jester."

He waggled his eyebrows evilly, and began to scoot down the length of my body. He placed his hand under my shirt and trailed up to my aching, needy nipples. His fingers pinched them and that caused me to moan out as rapturous pleasure tingled through my fondled breasts.

"Do you like the feeling of this, Rose?" he growled.

He stuck his head under my shirt, and he began to suckle hard on my right nipple.

I began to pant right off the bat, not only that—I also was twisting and moaning on the bed as he did other torturous things to me while he suckled on my breast.

My hands flew to the lump in my shirt that Emmett's head had created when he attacked my tender, nerve ridden nipples. He growled deeply when I wrapped my legs around his waist, and began to grind myself against his hard length. Emmett's growls turned into pure male groans as I did it harder.

Emmett bit my nipple, hard between his teeth, and then he rolled the tip with his tongue as he still held on with his teeth gently clasped around the areola.

I was on the verge of becoming a nymphomaniac, just because this damn man is so good in bed.

Sweat littered my body; I was hot, aroused mess. Emmett had finally left my breasts and had stripped me of my pants with lightning speed to start a bout of steamy oral sex.

His tongue delved between the molten folds that were tight with need, and inflamed with arousal. He still wasn't undressed; he was too preoccupied with the meal that my body seemed to provide him with.

I was naked, he wasn't—what's wrong with this picture?

My hands were tangled in his hair, because I couldn't completely decide to make him stop, or scream him on and pull him closer. His tongue shoved deep into my sex, making me scream as I was shattered apart with yet another orgasm (I don't know what number it was now, I lost count)

"Emmett, stop please..." I pleaded, breathless from the pleasure.

"No." he growled angrily, and then he pushed his tongue even deep into my wet sex.

"Please! I feel like I'm going to die if you keep doing this to me." I begged, on the verge of tears.

He pulled away and looked up at me with eyes that burned with extreme hunger; my breathing became caught at the sight of his facial expression.

"Fine then, you want me to come inside you, and make you once again fall apart?" he asked.

I nodded, and once again I was unable to find my voice to answer him.

"Fine, you'd better hold on then, because I'm going to take you so hard, you'll be walking funny for days."

His warning met nothing to me; I wanted him inside my body.

"I don't care, just shut up and fuck me already!" I snarled like a feral, sex depraved animal.

He smiled, showing most of his teeth. "So be it."

He sat back on his knees, and reached for the zipper of his pants; but then he stopped.

He had an evil sparkle in his eyes. "Not here." He said.

"What?" I wailed in dismay.

He shushed me gently, and extended a hand out to me. I hesitated before I took it. "What are you planning on doing? If you leave me in this state right now, I'm never going to sleep with you again; I don't care how good of a lover you are." I warned.

He smiled evilly once again, "Honey, once I'm done with you, you'll willingly become my sex slave."

I snorted, "Don't let your ideas give you a false sense of egotistical pride, love. I've only orgasmed from your tongue; no penis has yet to make an appearance to ease my fucking pain.

He purred, and then whipped me up so fast; I cracked right into his chest.

"I don't want you to be lying down; I want you to ride me." He said, smiling as he revealed his brilliant idea.

I felt my eyes widen with surprise, and I felt another wave of hot liquid begin to pour out of me at the thought of riding him.

My nose crinkled in distaste. "I want you naked."

He laughed, and then placed me next to him. When he began to strip off his clothes, I began to drool at the delectable body that was going to be all mine.

Beautiful, well defined muscles rippled as he pulled his shirt over his head, and a large, vein bound length sprang from his pants when he shucked them off, along with his underwear next.

"Happy now?" he smiled.

I nodded silently; entranced by the huge penis he was sporting in front of me.

"Will you fit?" I asked before I could stop myself.

He nodded, "You'd bet I will. And if not, I'll make myself fit."

His warning didn't give me any comfort in the end. He sat down on the bed, legs spread out slightly to the side. I crawled into his lap, my vagina posing over his erection.

I shook in both fear and exhilaration as I stared down at the area where we were about to be joined.

I placed my arms around his neck, and I maneuvered my legs to hang over his hips; while his enclosed on mine, which dragged my sex to touch the hot tip of his penis.

I gasped as the liquid he was dripping touched me. I grabbed him tighter around the neck, and just quivered in fear.

"I don't think you'll fit. I'm too scared that it'll hurt, and I don't want to relive the pain that I've experienced before." I said thickly.

Emmett rubbed my back comfortingly with his big palms.

"I could take you some more with my tongue, I sure liked the way you tasted." He whispered into my ear.

I got aroused more, and spurted my cream on his tip.

He purred in satisfaction, "That's a good girl."

Then his hands were on my hips, and he forced me to come down over the tip so his penis.

I gasped as he parted me with slick ease, then I began to moan as he continuously pulled me up and down over the tip of him. I was riding him alright, but he was basically fucking himself with me as the tool.

I gripped his hips hard with my legs, and I pushed down on him farther when he stilled me while the tip of him was still inside. I panted as I began to lose all my air, but I kept pushing down further, and absorbing him more.

Emmett groaned in utter satisfaction when I finally became wet enough to take him all the way to the hilt of his large length. I sat still for a second, tears slightly burning in my eyes as I felt a small searing pain from my vaginal muscles. His length was large, but once I gave myself time to adjust to his size, I could easily slid over him while still being tight enough to feel the amazing thing inside of me at the moment.

"Start moving, please." Emmett pleaded.

I spread my legs, digging my heels into his sheets; I placed my hands on to his shoulders, and then angled my hips more into him, and I began to move a steady rhythm. It was slow, and built up the pleasure slowly, but it was amazing.

I pushed my hips against his body, and ground upward, giving myself and him incredible pleasure.

"Okay, I'm sorry Rose, I can't take it. Forgive me."

His hands gripped my hips in a steel grip, and he lunged forward. I landed on the bed and he was over me, and thrusting into me hard; like a piston.

I gasped, and began to move with him as I caught on with the rhythm. A tight knot inside of me began to become tighter. My muscles gripped his hard length for dear life as they wanted to soak up the pleasure he had to offer. My breasts bobbed as he began to thrust harder into me.

I shattered. I came screaming his name, and d he was right behind me in the art of climax.

The blurry waves for the next several moments were filled with the euphoria of our hard mating…I wanted to do it again.

Emmett laid down on me, his body sweaty, and his breathing harsh.

He had come inside of me, wet and hot; yet he got hard again. He sat up and smiled down at me.

"Baby, I'm nowhere near done yet. I'm going to take you in as many different ways until I'm spent."

He began to thrust into me again, harder than before, but it felt like heaven. I screamed out the pleasure of each slapping thrust he gave me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and held on with him.

But he double teamed me when he began to suckle hard on my still sensitive breasts, and he thrust even harder,

The bed shoved up against the wall with a loud crack, crack, crack, and it squealed as he picked up the pace until he reached the final speed he could reach. He held onto the head board, I had been pushed up by the amount of force he put behind his thrusts, and now lay nestled against the pillows at the head of the bed.

He used the headboard as leverage to thrust even deeper into me. I gasped and screamed with each thrust and hard suckle on my breast.

He didn't stop till morning with this, and I was in fucking heaven.

AN

I only have one word to say: Enjoy. :)