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Emma Starr

Was it my pre-period hormones?

Or it had something to do with the way he taunted me?

These thoughts occupied my head because right now, my body couldn’t even control itself. It was like anything related to Nicholas Russell turned it on.

I was a grown woman at 28, yes, but this… was becoming so much for me to handle.

I think he noticed how aroused I was because he dominantly made his way toward my legs. Sweeping a dark gaze over my lips, he claimed them with me opening up for him.

He toyed his tongue with mine, circling them with mine, making me respond to this power he seemed to have over me. God help me, was I becoming a sucker for his kisses? Or holds…

Control yourself, Emma.

Please do.

I tried to tell myself but my body was currently doing the opposite of that, as my hands wrapped around his back clasping around them and clinging to him like he was my dear life.

“Mommy?”

We disbanded from each other immediately in a quick rush, watching as Jonathan came out from the inner room with smears of water on the floor. There was also a white towel that sagged around his chest.

“Baby that’s mommy’s towel.” I went to fold them properly but they still sagged around him, making me usher him to take his, “You’ve made a mess of the floor. Come on, along. Let’s get you in your clothes and clean this off.”

“Sorry mommy,” he said before facing Nicholas. “Dad, why didn’t you pick me up from school today?”

Nicholas coughed at the question, being caught off guard.

“I um,” he said but didn’t finish making me intercede.

“Your dad is an extremely busy man. He had loads of work to do, as a movie producer.”

“A movie producer? That’s super cool!”

“You think so? Give me a five.”

He smiled making Nicholas walk towards him outstretching his hands in a high five at his son.

“I can finally tell my friends that my dad is present and that he makes movies!”

The expression on Jonathan’s face was priceless as I walked him to the inner room to fully put on his clothes.

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Nicholas Russell

Wet grounds.

Saggy towels.

Questions, lots of innocent questions.

If I wanted to be honest, I liked the fact that my son was here with me. In my suite.

I liked when he walked out in loose towels, made the floor muddled, and did a couple of stuff that a five-year-old would. It kind of reminded me of what I missed while he grew up, right from when he was an infant, and when he began walking for the first time.

I’d have to ask Emma if she made tapes of it cause seeing that will be a blessing to me.

His growing moments and the entirety of what exactly I had missed. It hurt, knowing I missed it. Maybe someday, Emma will tell me why she didn’t want me involved in our son’s life. 

Someday...

I picked up my drink, sipping from it and checking through my phone on my industries’ current ratings.

The door opened minutes later with my woman walking through in her flowery summer dress which suited her so perfectly like the Queen she was.

“Jonathan’s asleep! I was thinking if we used the parlor so he doesn’t wake up.”

She walked into the main parlor saying to me, with this cute smile on her face making me arch my brows at her. I folded my arms with a smirk that I didn’t know what she talked about.

“Use the parlor for what?”

She drew nearer narrowing her eyes, and pointing to her neck right where I nibbled minutes ago giving her a love bite. “Does this ring any bell? Or the fact that you seduced me minutes ago, Nick?”

As she uttered those words, I chuckled, standing up from the mini bar stool and staring at her in that flowery summer dress she wore. The little pendant between her breasts, which pumped from the outfit, and the charcoal dark hair stared back at me.

“Hmm, I seduced you? What was it again...? Was it my kisses? Or this...?”

I took her hand, placing them on my length which was hard thanks to how beautiful and sexy she currently was. She moaned with her lips slightly apart, making me put my thumb in them which she nibbed.

“It was all of it... your moves, everything, everything.”

“I see. Suck on then, baby girl.”

Inserting and bringing my fingers out in slow and steady motions picturing her mouth wrapped around my dick like she currently suckled on my thumb. I groaned, unfastening my belts and unzipping my trousers. My cock sprang free from my briefs, and I sighed at the sensation of her gazing at me. Staring as I towered over her, she connected her eyes to mine which were only focused on her.

“Will you be able to take this, in there?” I shuddered, surprised that she nodded at going down on me.

She made her way, without no rush of any sort placing a part of her hand on the stool’s edge for a bit of support.

Apart from that, Emma was slow, fucking steady and that made me uncontrollable and heated. When she eventually wrapped her mouth around my hardened cock, I held her head guiding her paces with slippery sounds following it.

From her, it felt like heaven.

Her mouth was warm and velvety. I liked the new sensation as she came to me. “mmm...mmm.”

“Fuck.”

I seethed, mouth fucking her feeling some surge of dominancy occupying me, as I groaned in the parlor. The minute it became wild and unbearable, I lifted her in my hands dropping her on the sofa as steadily as I could.

In a way that soothed and seduced her, I fingered her making her moan for me in every possible way she could.

“Oh, Nick.”

 Spreading her legs, I freed her breasts which were trapped in her brassiere nibbling them. The areola wasn’t unnoticed. I taunted them till the whites in her eyes were the only thing visible from the immense pleasure.

“Nick... good Lord, how are you so good at this?”

I smiled deviously at the fact that I was pleasuring her, rubbing her pretty pink pussy and clit a bit, before barging inside her holding her ass cheeks and spanking them till they were hot red. It took some seconds for her to adjust to how hard I was.

When she did adjust, she gasped, writhing, and squirming as I intensely fucked her without mercy of any sort. Being with her spiked this confidence in me. It was even more if I had to be honest. Maybe it had to do with the fact that, unlike the other women I’ve been with, she never made a move to kiss my feet.

Emma was feisty.

I loved that about her. Especially when it gave me this confidence like she was mine. All mine and nobody else’s. Mine to love, fuck, make unholy and fucking taint. 

“Call me daddy.”

“N-No way I’m doing that...” she moaned.

“Say the word daddy, baby girl.”

I spanked her, taking my length and denying her my cock. Her body trembled just as I did, making me nudge my length to her entrance teasing her clit a bit and slapping my cock on her vulva.

“Fine. Daddy.” she gasped, making me barge in her pussy again, connecting my lips with hers.

My hands snaked around her waist, making us change position in a way that her both legs were at the sides of her ears. Slowly, I guided myself into her allowing her to get used to it before going deeper.

“I’m your fucking slut, Nick...” she trailed suddenly, encouraging me to carry on with whatever I was going through.

“Say it one more time baby.”

“I’m your slut, Nick.”

She gasped, with me increasing my paces to a faster one which was more rapid and extremely fast cause with her in that position, I was starting to become satisfied.

I growled, placing my thumb and index finger on the sides of her cheek spitting into her mouth and giving them light pats and slaps which she shrieked from.

“Yes, daddy, fuck me harder…!”

I withdrew myself from her the minute I felt like I was about to cum. Surprisingly, she screamed with her entire legs trembling as a colorless liquid sprung from her.

My cheeks reddened at what just happened.

This was my first woman that had squirted.

“God, Emma. You will be the death of me.”

I said, spreading my fingers around her pussy and teasing her even more so more miracles drizzled out. Some splattered on my chest making me even more turned on. I held my dick, stroking it to her only for my load to spill out too.

We stared at each other after the climax with a contented and fulfilled smiles on each of our faces.

“I want more.”

“You do?”

“Yep.”

She nodded. “Okay, baby, let’s go again.”