Blasphemous (11 page)

I’m sure she did. Miranda was more of a mother to me than my biological one. She liked Emma, but now that we’re dating, Miranda wouldn’t hold back welcoming Emma into the family. “Of course we could. I’ll call you a day after we land. Emma heads back to school the following Monday.”

“Splendid! I’ll go ahead and let Miranda know when I call her later.”

“Alright. Sounds good. I have to get back to Emma before she leaves without me. Goodnight, Papà,” I said, getting up from the table.

“Son, one more thing.”

I halted absentmindedly, looking back at Martin. “Yeah?”

Without much preamble, he spoke without hesitation. “Your parents called earlier. They want to speak to you.”

Ahhh
, my parents. They were still alive, how unfortunate. “What for?”

“They’re your parents. They miss you is all.”

I snorted in disgust. “Right. I’m sure they do.”

My parents were the most selfish people I know. Why would they miss me now? They never did before. So I was calling bullshit on this gesture. Shaking my head in disbelief, I strode to where Emma was sitting, on the far side of the glass hall.

~B~

“Ready my love?” I bent down against her ear, whispering.

Looking at her flushed cheeks and the two empty shot glasses on the table, it was no wonder she was all red. I gave a questioning glance at Mo and Vincent and noticed that they too looked red. “What the heck did you guys drink?”

“Absinthe.”

“
You took two?
” I shrilled at Emma, who was beaming mad at me.

I leave her for ten minutes and I find myself with a tipsy Emma. She barely ate dinner. No wonder the alcohol went straight to her system.

“Yes, Bass.” She pulled my arm until her lips were against my ear. “Take me home. I want to ride you, babe.” 

Okay, she really was out of it—well, I hoped she was. “Let’s get you home. Can you walk at all?”

Why did she have to look so adorable staring at me like I walked on water? I just wanted to kiss her until she passed out. It may not look it to others, but I was desperate for this lady. Loving her was a point of no return. 

“I’m cool, BC.”

Always. “Right, of course you are.”

Helping her up, I was relieved that she didn’t have a hard time walking and, after a quick ride, ten minutes later, we were back home. “Do you still want a massage or do you want to go straight to bed?” I checked with her.

Emma simply gave me an evil stare, like she couldn’t believe I would dare ask such a thing. “For real, dude? Hell, I want a massage. Anything to get your hands on me again.”

“A few more days, my love. Not too long now.” I kissed her for a few minutes before letting her go. “Go change, I’ll be there after I have a quick shower.”

“Alright. Don’t take too long!” she called out, blowing me a kiss before she went inside her room.

After a quick shower, I went straight to Emma’s bedroom with massage oil in hand. I was surprised to find her on her stomach, naked and ready. “Emma? You didn’t have to take off your underwear, you know.”

Emma cocked her head sideways, biting her lip. “Whatever. You’re the one who insisted that I didn’t wear any at home. Besides, you were the one who initiated this ‘no sex until LA’ rule. I’m cruel, I know, but I want you to suffer just a tad bit.”

She’s throwing down a challenge.

“I won’t be seduced,” I succinctly said as I placed the massage oil on the side table before I sat on the bed. Her perfectly contoured body was too hard not to stare at.

Even though I was acting nonchalant and all, inside, I was getting frustrated. I loved—
no
—I worshipped this body of hers.  Everything about it, I adored. From her full perky breasts, long legs, not to mention, how tight and well-shaped her ass was. Most of all, Emma had the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen on a woman. Hers doesn’t look overused—intact and fucking perfect. The feel of her, damn, it was sublime, too.

“Afraid to touch me, aren’t you?” Emma spoke, breaking my train of thought.

“
Afraid?
Nah, not an iota, my love.” I grabbed the bottle and gave her ass a good spanking.

“Ooh!” the vixen purred in delight.

Fucking hell! I shook my head, wondering how in the world I was going to sleep tonight, blue balls and all.

Pouring the oil in my hands, I slowly rubbed it all over her body. Honestly, I had never done this before, but for Emma, I was going to give it my best try.

Emma was silent as I kneaded her back. Apart from the soft sighs, I was grateful that she didn’t say anything provocative. My cock was hard as I glided my hands down, skipping her butt along the way and going straight to her feet.

I suppose my kneading wasn’t so bad after all since Emma hadn’t said anything after ten minutes had passed. I was thinking about all the fun things we could do when we got back home when I heard her.

“Bass?”

My hands trailed on her legs with utmost concentration. “Hmm?”

“I was wondering, have you tried anal before?”

I stopped, blinking a few times, trying to comprehend her question and, at the same time, wondering if she was going to ask about my past. “Yes, I have.
Why?
Are you asking about my sexual history?” I suspiciously asked.

“No, well if you want to, I suppose.” She waited for a few seconds before speaking again. “Well, I was thinking
…
would you want to try it with me?”

Fuck, I cussed inwardly as my cock raged on, urging me to scream yes. “Have you tried it?” I wondered out loud.

“No, but I want to…
with you
.”

“I’ve never done it with a virgin before, but from what I’ve heard, it’s much more painful. Think about it for a few days. You know, when the time is right… wait it out until you’ve decided,” I rationally spoke. Although the thought of taking her there, marking her as mine where no man has ever been, was messing with my head—north and south.

“That’s fine. Maybe you’re right; I need to wait it out. Maybe my husband would appreciate it, you know? At least he gets one virgin out of two.”

I froze. Husband?
She was thinking of her future husband?
“You’ve thought of marriage?” I asked in the calmest voice I could muster as my hands trailed in between her thighs. The hunger to just slide a finger in and see how wet she was, the need to just feel her, was getting stronger by the second.

“Well, yeah, most girls do. W
hen I first started dating Lewis, we used to plan our wedding and how many kids we wanted, what our house would look like, how many dogs we’re going to get, stuff like that, but when we broke up, of course all those plans were out the window. I guess, I haven’t really thought of marriage until I got that—” she halted quickly, as if she was about to say something she wasn’t supposed to.

What was she about to say? I thought as my fingers brushed the outer lips of her pussy as I kneaded in between her slightly parted thighs. “Until you got, what?”

“Nothing,” she bluffed, but I knew she was overthinking now.

She gasped loudly when I brushed my fingers the second time. Her ass lifted a bit, almost writhing in need.
Oh, Emma, I quietly mused.

“So when you think of your future h
usband, who comes to mind? Lewis?”
Carter?
My mind silently added. Cautiously asking her as my middle finger brushed against her folds, teasing and yet, not probing.

“Before, yeah. Lately, no man comes to mind.”

We’ll see shall we, Emma?
I possessively thought as the said middle finger dipped inside her. She moaned like a bitch in heat, rubbing her wet lips against my finger. She was lifting her ass in the air, wanting more from me. Seeing her like this, ready to be mounted and fucked, made me bite back a groan.

“Bass… please…”

“Need something, my love?”

“
You
, I need you,” said the woman who was just thinking of her
husband
.

“How much do you want me, Emma?” I taunted as she spread her legs wider, displaying everything to me.

Dipping a part of my finger in her to get moisture, I glided it towards her rectum, coating the hole with her sweet essence. I was losing the battle; the blood in my cock was making decisions for me. “Fuck, Emma! I love this!” I wretchedly howled as I gave her ass a big smack before I lowered my mouth and made out with her over-eager pussy.

Emma was sobbing in need as I toyed with her core. “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear it all,” I commanded as I flicked her nub and grazed my bottom teeth over it, making her scream in need. Unhurried, I gradually used my tongue to trace her slit and that tiny strip before her anal hole. When I got to the extra tight hole, my tongue circled it, swirling in and out of that tightened passage, while my finger was gently dipped into her deep channel.

“Bass! I can’t—you have to fuck me—NOW!”

“How desperate are you for my cock?”

“Critical. Code red critical.” She whimpered when I pulled out of her and stood up. She immediately got on her knees, fire blazing in her cornflower blue eyes, demanding an answer for my immediate withdrawal.

“Undress me, Emma. If you suck me good, then I might just let you ride me. Would you like that?”

I didn’t get an answer from her because she was already busy pulling my clothes off. I was shocked when she threw me down on the bed like a hungry warrioress about to eat her meal.

“
Jesus! Emma!
” I croaked out, never more turned on in my life as I watched her gobble my cock, gagging as she went deeper to take all of me. “Fuck… baby.” I twitched as my lids shutdown and all I could feel was her tongue and her mouth on me, sucking the life out of me.

When I felt my orgasm continuously build up, I grabbed Emma’s hair and pulled her off my throbbing shaft. She released it with a loud pop. “Time to ride your prize.”

When she started to position herself facing towards me, I smacked her ass a couple of times, loving the feel of its bouncing waves in my hand. “Ride me the other way. I want the full view of your cunt working on my cock.”

The view she gave me was titillating and I was ready to be rocked to the ends of the earth. A groan left my lips when her hand gripped my length, guiding it towards her greedy opening. I was surprised that she didn’t immediately slide it down her pussy, but instead she followed my usual routine, use the head of the shaft to glide it from her wet core, wetting both holes as she did so. Goddamn, my nymph was extremely and overtly wet, too.

“Fuck!” I hissed as I watched her lower herself down, her tight hole gloved over, eating the mushroomed head, disappearing inside her gloriously hot dwelling. She was inching slowly; making sure it was slick before she went further down. Emma was having a hard time getting it all in and I could hear her trying to relax her muscles as she breathed through her mouth, concentrating to take all of me. She stopped with only a quarter to go. Ever so cautious, her hands gripped my thighs as she slowly glided lower towards my knees, granting me a fucking piece of nirvana as her tight cunt slowly rolled and rocked my over-indulgent cock.

I’ve done this position many times over, but doing it with Emma felt like doing it the first time. I was in awe and simply impressed by her eagerness to please me. Hell, she also did a fine job working it.

“Emma, how you kill me!” I grunted out as my hands parted her supple ass cheeks wide, watching as her white essence trickle down slowly at the base of my dick, moaning and coming as she did so. Using the pad of my thumb and finger, I swiped those juices off and rubbed it in her rectum, using quick circles to loosen her up. When I noticed that my ministrations were driving her wild, I pushed my thumb inside her hole. It almost immediately swallowed it, hungry and rapacious to be pleasured.

Just when her tight opening started to ease up, I pulled out my thumb and used my middle finger, pointing it downwards so I could feel my cock go in and out of her. “How does it feel fucking my cock like this?” I panted out, faint with fervent need to possess her as mine.

“I feel…” She gave a harried moan, breathless as I started swirling my finger in there. “I feel good, baby. I feel like your whore and I fucking love it.”

Holy fucking shits of shits! Dirty talk, keep ‘it coming, my love
, I thought as I fully gripped her ass cheeks, and then gave her a nice smack that made her wince in pain
and pleasure
, I thought, smirking when I felt her hot liquid ooze out of her channel.

“That’s enough, my love,” I tried to command, but ended up moaning since she slid her cunt all the way down, bottoming out, before she gradually did a one-eighty while I stared at her like she was my Christmas morning.

THAT. WAS—whoa! R.E.S.P.E.C.T. kind of whoa!

Emma raised her brow at me, demanding. “Are you just going to have your mouth open? We aren’t done yet, just to let you know.”

Rawr! I knew I was in love with her because she was an amazing person all throughout, but DAMN, I wasn’t going to lie that I felt like I just won a lottery having a ravenous hot woman as my partner. “Where did you learn that?” I rasped out as my hands took hold of her wonderfully supple bottom globes and rolled her onto her back.