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Chapter 618 by BreaktheBar BreaktheBar

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Emma Gets Into It

“Oh, gaw-aw-aw-awd,” Emma moaned, full-throated, as her body was rocked by your heavy strokes. She was on her back on the bed but you’d manhandled her around so that her shoulders and head were hanging off the side, so every time you ploughed your cock into her hard enough for your pelvis to slap against her long, skinny thighs her whole body threatened to fall backwards.

She was flushed from her sternum to her hairline. Her nipples were rock hard from the both of you treating them almost cruelly. Her makeup was running down her cheek from the rough blowjob before, and the sweat and tears the brutal, energetic fucking had brought out of her.

“I love it, I love it,” she panted.

You grunted and thrust into her again.

“Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Despite her flush and her pleading, her face kept that stoic expression. It was almost eerie, but it was just her.

You pulled out of her, making her moan in loss.

That was the game.

Stepping off the bed, you grabbed Emma with a full handful of her long ginger hair right by the scalp, scooping another hand under her armpit to support her as you hauled her off the bed to her feet and manoeuvred her to the bedroom wall, pressing her back to it. Her eyes were fierce and demanding, her jaw clenched in defiance, and she tossed her hair when you let go of her. That expression changed as you pressed her to the wall with a hand around her throat, her eyes dilating a little and that fierceness leaving her gaze and turning into a mellow, horny simmer.

Your other hand slapped her thighs open roughly, and then you drove your ring and middle finger into her. She gasped, arching her back, and you started to fingerfuck her quickly, searching her.

“Having fun yet, Emma?” you asked, growling it into her ear as your fingers glanced off the little spongy goal of her g-spot deep in her pussy.

“Yes, Sir,” she mewed, her voice going up an entire octave.

Her pussy started to let out a wet sloshing sound as I worked my fingers hard and fast.

“Are you a tamed little brat now, or do you still think you’re in charge?”

“You’re in charge, Sir,” she pleaded, her body rocking forward as she fought to keep herself from falling into her orgasm. She knew the game as well now. “I promise to be a good girl.”

“What do Good Girls get?” you asked her quietly.

“Rewarded,” she gasped.

You let go of her throat and covered her mouth, pushing two fingers between her lips as she started tonguing and sucking on them immediately.

“Relax your pussy and come for me,” you ordered her.

She moaned into your hand, long and loud even though you were muffling her, and she almost fell forward as you pulled your fingers out of her cunt and drilled them across her clit as her orgasm boiled out of her in a surprisingly powerful stream of squirt. Three blasts of it, the first two accompanied by her howls, the third by a strained groan as her hips pushed forward as she chased that feeling of release and squeezed out the last while her whole body tensed.

Emma collapsed forward into your arms, gasping for breath, her entire body hot and sticky. You picked her up and brought her to the bed, your feet feeling the squish of the wetness in the bedroom carpet. You and Sabrina were going to need to steam clean the carpets before you officially moved out. And the couch.

“Holy fuck,” Emma managed to mumble as laid her down on the bed. “You fucking… killed me…”

“You’re still alive,” you chuckled, brushing her hair out of her face and then giving her the tip of your thumb to suck. She did, humming happily as she suckled on it and looked up at you with hooded eyes. Her makeup was even more racoony now, smudged to hell with sweat.

“Alright,” you said. “We need to get you your pictures. So you’re going to go into the washroom and fix your face back up. Then you’re going to come out here and we’ll take the photos.”

“Then can I get fucked again please?” she asked, putting on an extra-innocent voice.

You rolled your eyes and moved your hand down to her chest, pressing between her breasts. “Who gets to decide when we fuck?” you asked her.

“You do,” she replied eagerly.

“And who decides how we fuck?”

“You do, Sir,” she said, biting her lip and letting a grin slip through her stoicism.

“You’ve been a good girl,” you said, helping her sit up and taking her chin in your hand to **** her to look you in the eye - not that she had a problem with that, but you knew the forcing was part of what was getting her off so well. “Don’t fuck it up.”

“I won’t, Sir,” she promised.

You chuckled and shook your head as you smirked. “Actually, before you go get cleaned up for the pictures, Emma, you should take a picture of the carpet.”

She gave me a look as you moved out of the way, and her eyes went wide and she snorted. The wet spot on the carpet was pretty obvious. “OK,” she said, the submissive tone in her voice dropping back to her more normal octave. “My fans will love that. I’ve only been able to get myself to do that once and didn’t record it, but the pictures of the little puddle on my bathroom floor were super popular. How’d you make me do it?”

You shrugged. “Some girls can, some can’t. Sabrina and Gemma both can, depending on what kind of sex we’re having and how horny they’ve been through the whole day. I didn’t know it would work, but I had a feeling.”

She took a deep breath and let it out, then stood and wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me. “Thanks, John,” she murmured.

You hugged her back, not shying away from letting one hand land possessively on her ass and hugging her full-bodied. She relaxed into you, perfectly comfortable in the moment despite your hard cock pressed between you and both of you sweaty and gross.

Emma felt the most safe with you after rough, demanding, and even degrading sex. You just hoped you could give her all that she needed so that she didn’t feel like looking for it somewhere else - now that the door was open, you could see someone taking advantage of her and that was the last thing you wanted for your girlfriend’s sister.

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