The words seed to ignite sothing in him. Junior’s expression softened, and he gestured for her to co closer. "Turn around," he said, his voice rough with need. "Let your pussy face while my dick faces you."
Emma hesitated for just a mont before complying, her body moving almost on its own as she positioned herself above him. The room seed to shrink around them, the world narrowing down to just the two of them, their bodies so close yet not quite touching. Junior’s hands settled on her hips, guiding her into place, and then...
His tongue darted out, hot and wet against her most sensitive spot. Emma gasped, her hands flying to the headboard for support as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. "Oh!" she cried out, her voice shaky. "That feels... oh God..."
Junior didn’t waste any ti. His mouth latched onto her, his tongue working in slow, deliberate circles as he explored every inch of her. Emma’s knees buckled, and she had to grip the headboard tighter to keep from collapsing. Her breath ca in short, ragged gasps, and she could feel the heat building inside her, spreading through her entire body.
"Junior..." she moaned, her voice trembling with need. "I... I can’t..."
But he wasn’t done. His tongue pressed deeper, lapping at her with a skill that left her dizzy. Every movent sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, each one stronger than the last. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body responding to him in ways she hadn’t thought possible.
anwhile, Junior’s cock stood stiff and ready, begging for attention. Emma glanced down, her gaze locking onto the thick, throbbing length of him. She hesitated for just a mont before leaning forward, her lips brushing against the tip. The taste of him surprised her—salty, musky, but not unpleasant. She licked tentatively, her tongue flicking out to explore the sensitive ridge beneath the head.
Junior groaned, the sound muffled against her skin, and she felt him twitch in response. Emboldened, she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him as she began to suck. She was clumsy at first, unsure of how much pressure to use or how far to take him, but she quickly found a rhythm that seed to drive him wild.
"Fuck, Emma..." he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Just like that..."
She smiled around him, her confidence growing with every noise he made. Her hands joined in, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, while her tongue swirled and teased. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel herself getting lost in it, the line between giving and receiving blurring as they moved together.
Their breaths mingled, heavy and uneven, as they pleasured each other with unrestrained passion. The room filled with the sounds of their moans, the slick, wet noises of their mouths working in tandem. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating.
And then, without warning, Junior pulled away, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he flipped her onto her back. His eyes burned with hunger as he positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing insistently against her entrance. Emma’s breath caught, her heart racing as she looked up at him.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice rough but tender.
She nodded, unable to form words, and he smiled down at her. "Good girl," he murmured. "Now relax... this might hurt a little at first."
Emma’s heart pounded as she lay on her back, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. Junior lood above her, his muscular fra casting a shadow over her lithe, naked figure. His hands gripped her hips firmly, not tight enough to hurt but enough to make her feel secure—like he wouldn’t let her go no matter what. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the warmth of his skin against hers making her shiver. His cock, hard and pulsing, rested against her thigh, and she couldn’t help but glance down at it, her cheeks flushing even deeper.
"Are you scared?" Junior asked, his voice low and soothing, though there was an edge of excitent in it that made her stomach twist.
"A little," Emma admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She bit her lip, her eyes flickering up to et his. "But I want this. I want you."
Junior smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made her feel both exposed and cherished. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers in a soft, teasing kiss. "You’re so sweet, Emma," he murmured against her mouth. "I’ll be gentle, I promise. But if it hurts too much, tell , okay?"
She nodded, her breath hitching as he shifted slightly, positioning himself between her legs. She could feel the blunt tip of his cock pressing against her entrance, and her body tensed instinctively. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for what was to co.
"Relax," Junior whispered, his voice like velvet in her ear. "Just relax, baby. Let take care of you."
Emma tried to do as he said, forcing her muscles to loosen, but the tension coiled in her core refused to dissipate completely. She felt his hand brush against her cheek, and she opened her eyes to find him looking down at her, his expression filled with a mix of lust and sothing softer, sothing that made her chest ache.
"Look at ," he urged gently. "Keep your eyes on , Emma. I wanna see you when you take for the first ti."
Her breath caught, but she did as he asked, her gaze locking onto his as she felt him press forward again. The sensation was strange—foreign and overwhelming—but not entirely unpleasant. She gasped softly, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her as he began to push inside her, inch by achingly slow inch.
"Oh God," she moaned, her head falling back against the pillow as a sharp spike of pain shot through her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and she blinked them away, determined not to let them fall.
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