Emma Frost was lying on her stomach on the king-size bed, her head turned to the side, cheek resting against the luxurious sheets. She gazed at Scott Summers who was standing near the window with a distant look in his eyes. She could see his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants. She licked her lips and purred, "Come here, Scott."

Scott walked over to the bed, his eyes never leaving Emma's body. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress that showcased her curves and accentuated her ample cleavage. He reached out and traced a finger down her spine, feeling her shiver under his touch.

"You're so beautiful, Emma," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Emma turned her head and looked up at him, her eyes shining with mischief. "I know," she said, her voice dripping with confidence. "But I want to feel you inside me, Scott. I want you to fuck me hard and rough."

Scott's eyes darkened, and he felt a surge of desire course through his veins. He reached down and grabbed the hem of Emma's dress, pulling it up over her hips. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and he could see her pussy glistening with wetness.

He groaned and leaned down, burying his face between her legs. He licked and sucked at her clit, feeling her tremble under his touch. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him.

Emma moaned and arched her back, her fingers digging into the sheets. She could feel her orgasm building, and she knew it was going to be intense.

Scott pulled away, and Emma looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Please, Scott," she begged. "Fuck me."

Scott didn't need any more encouragement. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Emma's legs. He reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees.

He spread her legs wider and positioned himself at her entrance. He thrust inside her hard and fast, making her cry out with pleasure.

He started fucking her rough and deep, his balls slapping against her ass. He reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard.

Emma moaned and pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. She could feel another orgasm building, and she knew it was going to be even more intense than the first.

Scott could feel himself getting close, and he reached down and grabbed Emma's hair, pulling her head back. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You like it rough, don't you, Emma?"

Emma moaned and nodded, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Yes, Scott," she gasped. "Fuck me harder."

Scott didn't need any more encouragement. He started fucking her even harder, his hips slapping against her ass. He reached around and slapped her clit, making her cry out with pleasure.

He could feel himself getting close, and he reached out and wrapped his hand around Emma's throat, squeezing gently.

Emma moaned and came hard, her pussy clenching around Scott's cock. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her as he came.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty. Scott wrapped his arms around Emma and pulled her close, nuzzling her neck.

"That was amazing, Emma," he murmured.

Emma smiled and purred, "I know."

They lay there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. But eventually, they knew they had to get up and face the real world and their responsibilities again.

As they got dressed, Emma looked at Scott and winked. "Same time tomorrow?" she asked.