3 - Happy BirthdayEmmaI don’t like possessive men. Period. Nine out of the ten times, they think I’m their objects of desire and a toy to play with when bored. Like a kitten who would hiss at anyone who tries to steal his favourite toy. But… when Cillian said it.I don’t like to share what’s mine. And you’re mine for tonight, Doll.It wasn’t possessive. It was demanding. An order. A prayer, if you will. And it was just for one night. I was his, and he was mine. So why not have a little bit of fun? My eyes ran over his form in the suit, stripping him naked in my head and wondering how hot he’d look with tattoos all over his body. Did he have them all over his body? I was willing to find out as soon as I get him alone. It was different with him standing so close in the elevator but not touch me. My thighs were still a little shaky at what he had told me to do in the hallway, and I had done it without a single thought. Because no one challenged Emma Moore and won. I had done it out
4 - Watch MeEmmaMy cheeks were blazing when he titled his head, noticing every little tremble of my body and taking it in. He was like a predator. “Give me your panties, Doll.”“What?” “You won’t be needing them anytime soon. So give it to me before I tear them off of you.” Cillian said those filthy arousing words as if he was talking about clothes and not about my fucking panties. “I won’t be gentle, Doll,” he added, still sitting in that damn armchair and looking smug as hell when I swallowed all the champagne from my glass and kept it on the table. If he wanted to do me for his birthday, I’d make sure this is one of his best birthdays ever. “Cillian,” I called him, my voice sweet and soft. Moving my hair over my shoulder, I spread my legs and slowly tugged the skirt of the dress up my thighs. “Watch me.”I licked my lips, keeping my eyes on him, watching him watch me as I hooked my fingers through the lace and slowly peeled them over my inner thighs. I let out a sigh as the c
5 - Show Me Your TongueCillianEmma obeyed, parting her pouty pink lips after wetting them with her tongue. I had to ignore the itch to fist her pretty blonde curls and thrust inside her welcoming mouth. Her soft fingers wrapped around my girth, a deep groan eliciting from my throat when she pumped me slowly before taking me in her mouth. I relished the warmth and wetness, exhaling sharply when she gave small cat licks to the head, playing with the piercing. Fucking tease. With a low growl, I wrapped my hand around her hair, tugging her head back and holding her jaw, I leaned down and said, “Stop teasing me. It won’t end well, Doll.” She trembled, but I continued with my firm voice, “Are you going to suck my cock like a good girl?”She nodded, her throat bobbing. “Open your mouth and show me your tongue.”She obeyed and her eyes widened when I spit on her tongue. When she didn’t tap my thigh or pulled away, I tightened the hold on her hair, noting the little tremble. “Good girl.
6 - There We GoCillianEmma’s baby blue eyes were wide as she stared at me, noting the reaction on my face when I saw her naked on the bed. Her blonde hair splayed on the dark sheets with her gorgeous curvy body spread open for me to devour. Lick, eat, bite, kiss. “I can smell how turned on you are, Doll,” I whispered, my voice low and rough. It was hard to maintain or even give a flying fuck about how starved my voice seemed when I had such a pretty feast in front of me. “I could spend hours touching you.” My hands glided over her pale, creamy skin, squeezing her waist, leaning down to kiss her soft belly before biting it gently. I smirked hearing the sharp intake of her breath and licked the bite mark before kissing her stomach. I loved her body. It was full of softness, silkness, and warmth. It seemed that I had lied. I could spend years touching her. Which was a very indecent thought, knowing it would last only for a few more hours and we would never see each other again. Ins
7 - Good Girl Emma “Ride your pretty cunt on my cock and make yourself cum.” I crawled to him, a small smile playing on my lips when I straddled him, gasping at the hot sensation of his dick rubbing against my clit. My gasp was swallowed by his kiss and I melted in his arms when he kissed me gently, our tongues dancing together, building the anticipation of our union as I greedily rubbed over him only to have him spank my ass and squeeze it before pulling away. I whined at the loss, but he only chuckled, his chest rumbling with the small laughter. “Hurry up,” I said, watching him tear the foil. How he made opening a condom foil with his teeth sexy was beyond me. It should definitely be illegal. “You can ride me as much as you want, Doll,” he said when I watched him roll down the latex, my pussy yearning to feel his piercing inside me. “Now sit on my cock.” “My pleasure,” I said, leaning on my knees and looking down at his impressive length. Biting my cheek, I held his base and
8 - Are you Sore? Cillian “Yes, Cillian—ah!” Emma moaned, her voice soft and sultry, full of pleasure when I dragged my dick out to slam inside her perfect pussy. I had to clench my teeth and hold on to her pretty body to keep myself from coming. She was fucking perfect. Her breasts jiggling with each thrust, her warm curvy body perfect against mine and her pouty pink lips parted in a soundless gasp. I kissed her calf on my shoulder, biting the soft skin. I wanted to mark her everywhere. Claim her. “Touch yourself,” I grunted, filling her up, her walls clamping me. “Rub your pretty clit and make yourself cum again, Doll.” She obeyed, gliding her hand down her body, but she stopped when I pounded inside her. She was gasping and panting, a thin sheet of sweat glistening off of her. “I—I can’t,” she twisted her face into the sheets, her hands fisting them. “Cillian!” “Yes, Doll, I got you,” I whispered, leaning down and spreading her legs wider. “I’ll make you cum again, yea
9 - Call Me Emma I stood up, not meeting his eyes, and looked for anything to cover myself with. “Emma, if it’s some—” “It’s nothing. Leave it,” I said, keeping my voice steady, but it was difficult when he genuinely seemed concerned about me. I found the clothes he had ordered and donned the comfortable long-sleeved dress over a black bra and underwear. They were definitely expensive, and he had got my size perfect. Why couldn’t he be mean and leave me after the sex? No. He just had to cuddle me, shower me, give me more orgasms, lotion me, ask about that damn bruise and buy comfortable clothing in my plus-size. “Emma—” I was saved by a phone ring. He let out a sigh and picked it up, turning his back and I definitely didn’t watch the muscles of his back clenching as he moved, or even his mysterious tattoos and definitely not the low hanging pants that revealed two back dimples and a tight ass. I can’t believe I was staring him with an open mouth. What’s worse was that I
10 - Drunk? Cillian I called my son, hearing it ring for a few seconds before I heard his slurred voice. “What’s up?” I paused, looking at the screen, and sighed. “Where are you?” “Who’s this?” “Caleb—” I nodded at the hotel staff wearing a mask to cover their features and continued, “You called me earlier. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.” I patted my suit to grab my key fob and froze. I didn’t have my ring with me. Where the fuck was it? “It’s okay, Cillian,” he hissed out the words and laughed, his friends calling him. “I can take care of myself.” Pinching the bridge of my nose, I kept my phone away and checked my pockets, but I couldn’t find the ring. It was my wedding band and I couldn’t lose it. Because if I lost it, then it would mean… No. I didn’t have time for those thoughts. I must have dropped it in the room—shit. A curse flew out of me as I kept pressing the button to my suite in the private elevator. If Emma found the ring, she’d think I was cheating on