She looks at my cock, eyeing it carefully, and then back at my face.
“I have an idea,” she says. Then she licks her lips, and I hold my breath because I can’t believe what’s about to happen.
Emilia Fucking Riley lowers herself to my cock, and the fucking licks it. No, she doesn’t just lick it: she explores it. I groan, loving the sensation, but I’m literally right on the edge. She has no idea just how close I am.
Or maybe she does.
Emilia teases my cock, licking it gently, and finally, she takes it in her mouth. She sucks hard, pulling me deeper inside of her, and I let go.
I let it all go.
I close my eyes and let the orgasm rush over me in a whirlwind of emotion and pleasure, and I whisper her name even though I probably shouldn’t.
Emilia takes it all, swallowing, and licking her lips, which surprises me.
“You could have spit it out,” I whisper, realizing it’s the stupidest thing you could possibly say after you come in a girl’s mouth.
She just laughs.
“I don’t think that’s what you’re supposed to do, Gavin. I mean, I might be inexperienced, but I’m not naïve.”
No, as it turns out, I’m the one who’s totally and completely naïve.
And I just lost my load on Emilia Riley’s tongue.
“That was really hot.”
It’s probably the wrong thing to say. It’s kind of weird and awkward, but damn, how else am I supposed to describe what just happened between us?
She laughs and pulls the straps of her dress back up, covering her breasts. She wraps her arms around herself and smiles at me gently. Then she raises an eyebrow.
“You wanted to talk?”
Shit.
I did want to talk.
I brought her here to talk about our fathers, but I hadn’t planned on fooling around with her first. Somehow, knowing we were intimate makes this even more difficult, and I hate what I’m about to do to her.
Emilia has a very specific idea of who her father was, but it might not be the correct and complete version of himself.
There’s more to the story, and I think she deserves to know.
So I open my mouth, and I start to talk.
Chapter 15
Emilia
INSTANTLY, THE MOOD changes.
It’s not sweet and gentle anymore.
It’s not playful.
It’s...dark.
He’s going to tell me something bad, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I mean, I literally just sucked off Gavin in the front seat of his car. I’m not ready for something deep and hard to handle.