Edging Practice (1)
She was more than likely a nympho, though she declined the title, the inclination to come was unavoidable. Emerie often found herself lying in the recesses of her climax, thinking about the same thing over and over: why couldn’t she go without?
At the tender age of nineteen, the concept of resistance and discipline was alien to her. Her parents were wealthy and spared no expense, and her impressionable looks had made life that much easier for her; luscious locks of tawny brown hair, and doe-like blue eyes would have been enough, but the addition of her high cheekbones and shapely figure had created a killer compound that few could say “no” to.
At the present moment, she had just finished exploding on her best friend’s cock. Spent, she laid on his chest, listening to his rapidly beating heart.
“How was that?” Declan asked, an extra layer of eagerness lilting his breathless voice.
Emerie declined to answer and removed herself from his body, beginning to put her clothes back on. It was always so easy for her to come, almost too easy– the excitement, the thrill, the want for it was beginning to wane.
“At a loss for words?” Declan smirked, looking down at his soaked appendage. There was nothing more satisfying to him than seeing the slimy wetness coat his cock after each time they fucked. She always came for him, wettest pussy out of the whole college.
Still refusing to answer, Emerie slipped out of Declan’s bedroom and made to bound down the steps when Declan’s father emerged from his own bedroom. Emerie, for once, took notice of the fact that Declan looked a lot like his dad. They both had dark hair, although the older of the two had gray speckles in his, and light eyes. Where Declan’s face was usually bare, his father’s was dressed in a five o’clock shadow. And perhaps the main difference between the two, was their build; Declan had always been more lean and muscular, having more of a swimmer’s physique, but his father was bigger. Wider around the shoulders and chest, almost stocky. Not her type at all.
“Hey, Em. On your way out?”
Knocked out of her game of comparison, Emerie shrugged, “Yeah…I’m calling it a night.”
“Let me walk you to your car, it’s dark out already.”
Emerie’s response was automatic, “No, Mr. Lachlan, it’s fine.”
Declan’s dad shook off Emerie’s refusal with a smooth step forward, “Emerie, my son may not have manners but I’ll be damned if I don’t.”
She wasn’t interested in doing the whole polite back-and-forth thing, so, she acquiesced and allowed him to follow her out to her car.
Just as he had pointed out, it was already nighttime and the street lights had come on. A few children still played outside across the street, having not been told to come inside yet. Above, a couple of bats screeched by and she could distantly hear the sound of an ice cream truck making its last round.
Emerie prepared to open her car door when Mr. Lachlan grabbed her delicate hand and whirled her around. She was suddenly hyper aware of the children across the street, and the certainty of a pulsing hard-on that was pressing into the crevice between her legs. Her side mirror dug into the middle of her back roughly, but somehow had less of an impact on her senses than his words,
“The next time you decide to fuck my son in my house, leave the door open.”
He let her go, and strolled back into his house without a backwards glance. He knew what he had just started, and he knew exactly where he wanted it to end.
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