So Close. I Need It.

I felt him tense in more ways than one. I felt the tension ripple up through him until he was wound tight as a rubber band. I saw it in his eyes, the spark of a wildfire that began to build and grow and that I knew, if left untouched, would consume the both of us.

But most of all I felt it in my hands, in the throb of his cock. In the blood pumping through his veins and the twitch in his rigid shaft as he twitched and I stroked him, idly guiding him closer and closer to my dripping and anxious sex.

“Fuck Emily,” he grunted for me, his hands slapping down onto the countertop on either side of me as his grip tightened on them and his lips curled back in a sneer, “You want to get fucked?”

“I do,” I mewled, “I need it. I need to feel this thick cock of yours inside of me. I need to know what it’s like to get fucked, Daddy.”

“Jesus fucking-“

He cut off his words as he surged forward and crushed his lips against mine. His tongue pressed forth eager and insistent, parting my lips and playing havoc with my mind. I was dizzy from the sensation, from the feel of him on me. From the tastes on my tongue and the way his hands moved from the counter to my body until he was gripping me into him and dragging me to the edge of things.

That had the double effect both of leaving me dangling and entirely at his mercy and also dragging me so close to him. So close that the head of him pressed against my sex, throbbing as it pulsed against the heat of me while I squeezed and stroked his cock.

Oh god he was inches away from fucking me. I was inches away from getting fucked. One little thrust was all it would take and then… and then…

I needed it, no doubt about that. I needed to know how it felt and I didn’t give a damn about anything else. I didn’t care who I was in my heart or what I was supposed to be, because right now I was a woman and nothing could convince me otherwise.

Right now I was Emily. Young and sweet and innocent and torn up in a tangled web with men she shouldn’t want but did. Her landlord. Her bully. Her best friend. All of them wanting and pushing and pulling and she didn’t give a damn.

She had needs, and any man would do.

I had needs, and any cock would satisfy.

But this cock seemed like it might satisfy more than most. Lucas was thick and hard and pulsing with a life that stood in stark contrast maybe to his older age. He didn’t have quite the youthful zeal of Blake but he had so much more experience and somehow it showed. It was clear in the forceful way that he took control as he pushed and angled me just right, shifting my hips back until I felt the thick head of him settle right at the entrance of me.

His head pulled back from me, his lips leaving mine. His eyes burning as he stared into me, as he held my gaze and everything fell away.

Everything but him. Everything but me. Everything but the feel of his heartbeat throbbing through his cock against my sex. Everything but the pounding of my own heart, so rapid it was impossible to ignore it.

For the first time since I threw myself at him I felt it. I felt something other than the potency of my desire and my need. There was this confusion of a rush within me, this roaring torrent that I couldn’t quite grasp and as I felt him twitch so close to giving me my very first time I felt the enormity of it.

As a man I hadn’t been precious about keeping my virginity intact. As a man I’d been eager to rid myself of it, and when it had happened with fumbles in the dark and a deeply unsatisfying moment it was still something. It was still something I could put behind me. It was still a moment I could look back on, a finish line in my life that I had crossed.

And that meant it meant something to me. That meant that it was an achievement for me.

If it meant that for me, what did it mean for her?

Hello Lovelies!

Thanks so much for registering a vote in the survey, it's now closed. The results are as follows and I think they're pretty conclusive:

I love it - 34.5%
I don't mind it - 20.7%
Indifferent - 13.8%
Not a fan - 20.7%
I hate it - 10.3%

With that result it looks like we're going to keep 'Daddy' in the story, but for those who aren't a fan or hate it I want to reassure you that it won't be the dominant part of this story. It'll likely/pretty much only feature in scenes with Lucas or maybe other older men and as this story is about Emily's exploration and awakening, you can expect they won't be the only partners she'll encounter.

Once again thanks so much for participating in the survey and I hope you enjoy reading!

<3
Sophie

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