Such a Naughty Girl (Hot Creeps #2)

Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

IZZY

Great thrumming pleasure tortured me from the working of Emmett’s fingers.

I hated it.

My stomach growled loudly, as if reminding me why I was spreading my legs and letting thedisgustingman grind against me.

It's a physiological response. That's all.

Repeating the thought didn’t slow the bubbling need Emmett sent coursing through me.

A whimper tumbled from my lips, and I buried my face further into my forearms, trying to hide from my shame.

Images of his fat penis in my hand kept attacking me with sharp, angry stabs. It had been one thing to have it at arm's length, but Emmett jutted the thing against me, forcing more swirls of awful desire to filter through me.

I called him Daddy.

I begged him to make me come.

And I could no longer fight the waves ofelectricitycrashing into me.

I hated that he knew how to use my body to elicit the response he wanted.

‘Oh gosh,’I moaned, tears mingling with sweat against my sticky arms. Hot shame stabbed at me as my insides coiled tight, a twisting, roiling storm to rival the one which stranded me with Emmett. ‘It’s happening.’

‘Let it take over. You’re almost there. Your sweet cunt is vibrating against my dick, and I’m going to come with you. That’s how fucking hot you are making me.’

Emmett grunted as he picked up his pace, his hardness punishing against me. The painful grinding only served to send me over the edge, his manly groans my undoing.

Screwing my eyes shut, I bit into my arm to stop myself from screaming. I couldn’t fight the way my body reacted, but I could avoid giving him thesatisfactionof hearing what he’d done to me.

A few seconds later, it all faded intoinsignificance. Pleasure bloomed between my thighs and wiped my mind clean of any other thoughts. The howling winddisappeared. There was nothing but Emmett’s solid cock and hismanipulativefingers, and the addictive pleasure flooding me from head to toe.

‘Look at you,’Emmett groaned. ‘A perfect slut for Daddy.’

I couldn’t utter a response.

This is what I’d been missing?

Emmett’s thrusts made the orgasm roll out until I felt weak; until at last he let out a deep moan, a warm wetness covering my panties’ crotch.

‘I should scoop this up and stuff it inside your cunt,’he panted against my neck.

‘Yes, Daddy,’I whispered, all sense havingtemporarilyabsconded. My thighs tensedrhythmicallyin pleasure-coatedaftershocks. It took a few moments for some semblance of sense to restore. ‘No. You can’t. I’m not on birth control. Plus, you could have STDs.’

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Disgust hit me like a raging bull, making thestickinessof my pantiesretch-worthy.

‘Get off,’I said, turning and pushing Emmett to create space between us.

‘Well then. What happened to the yes daddies ?’

‘Temporary insanity.’

‘I think you call it lust , pretty girl.’Emmett laughed and lit another match, touching it to the gas stove.

‘For you? Never. What kind of man makes a woman debase herself to get some breakfast?’I strode to the other side of the cabin as I vented. ‘Not the kind of man I’d ever want.’

‘Tell your pussy that, doll face. She wanted to be stroked real bad .’

‘Argh!’I slammed the bathroom door behind me, tearing off the soiled panties and tossing them in the steel tub, which engulfed the majority of the small room. I turned on the tap, letting the cold water wash over the cotton.

My back hit the panelled wall, and I slid down it, sitting cross-legged on the worn floor. Between my thighs was a state. Pink and puffy and covered with a shiny moisture. Asfascinatingas it was weird.

My world was off kilter.Disappointmentcollided with disgust. Pleasure with anger. And the worst one of all; lust .

And I hated Emmett for that the most. Because how could he have made me want him in that way?

Kneeling up and reaching over the tub, I turned off the tap. Hiding out in the bathroom tempted me, but the smell of hot, greasy bacon seeped under the door.

Pulling my hoodie down over my butt, I took a long breath before opening the door, steeling myself.

The bacon sandwich had better be the best one I’d ever tasted.

Emmett gave me some soup and chunks of well-buttered bread for lunch, and demanded nothing of me.

Deep suspicion clouded each bite.

With little to do in the cabin other than sit in silence, I ended up picking a book off his shelf and attempted to lose myself in it.

Unfortunately, it was as dull as dishwater and when evening rolled in it was too dark to pretend to read in anyconvincingmanner.

Slapping the book down on the coffee table, I watched my grouchy cabin mate for a time. Despite my initial reaction to him, he wasn’t exactlyunattractive. More unkempt than anything. Dark hair gave way to the peppery grey,threateningto overwhelm it. He needed a good trim. Lines sprouted from the outer edges of his eyes, speaking of him being capable of laughing at some point, though I’d seen little mirth in my short time with him.

‘Why are you living all the way out here? It’s miles from anything?’I asked, curiosity and boredom getting the better of me.

‘I like it.’

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. Emmett was chatty enough when he had his fingers between my legs, butconversingwith clothes on? Too much.

‘No fooddeliveries. No taxis. No neighbours. Don’t you get lonely?’

‘Not so far. I’ve got Chunk.’

‘Chunk’s sweet, but he’s hardly enough to top up your social battery.’Emmett’s eyebrows furrowed as I spoke.

‘He’s plenty enough,’Emmett said.

‘And why don’t you have any Christmasdecorations? Don’t you celebrate it?’

Emmett snorted. ‘Lights wouldn’t be working anyway, would they?’

‘God, you’re insufferable,’ I sighed.

‘Not soinsufferablewhen I’m making you come against my dick, though, am I?’

‘ Fuck you .’I only whispered the phrase, but injected as much venom as I could into it.

‘If you like, missy. Climb aboard. Hell, might earn yourself a chocolate bar if you can take it all.’

‘I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last man on earth.’

‘Who said anything about sleeping?’His chuckle made me grab the book and launch it right at his head. The corner clipped him right above his stupid, smug eyebrow.

‘Ouch!’He growled, pressing his fingers against the spot before glancing at them. A ducting of red covered them. ‘You little bitch.’

‘I’m sorry,’I gasped, standing and holding a hand out as he rose from his chair. ‘I didn’t mean it.’

‘You meant it. You can’t throw a book at a man’s head and expect it to do anything different. I’m going to put you over my knee and teach you the lesson your daddy should have long ago.’His jaw tensed as he rounded the coffee table.

‘Absolutely not,’ I said, shaking my head.

‘Too late.’A drop of red traversed the edge of his eye, marking a track down his cheek. I twisted as he reached for me, dodging his grasp.

‘You’re only allowed to touch me when I say. To make exchanges.’I half tripped over Chunk, who yelped and darted for the bed.

‘Oh, don’t worry, there won’t be any of the fun touching. Just enough to teach you a lesson about respect.’

I skidded as I tried for the door, Emmett snatching me around the waist and stealing my breath with his tight grip.

‘Put me down,’I gasped,strugglingagainst him. I didn’t stand a chance. He was so much bigger than me. I struck my fists against his arms, trying to force him to drop me.

Emmett grunted before trapping me against his body, forcing me over his lap, and pinning me face down on the couch. I yelped as he pulled one of my arms up against my back,restrictingme from moving my upper body. Withdesperationbubbling up inside me, I kicked and flailed my legs.

‘No point fighting it. You’re too small to fight me off. Be a good girl and stay still for me.’There was a hint of whimsy in his voice.

‘You’re enjoying this? God, you are such an absolute creep—’Emmett cut my voice off by yanking down my pants, exposing my rear.

‘If you dare to lay one hand on me?—’

‘You’ll what? Call your parents and tell them you let a big dirty old man touch your pretty pussy? That you begged for it?’

My face heated.

A sharp crack sounded, my breath huffing out as pain bloomed from the spank. The second one drew a twisted sob from my throat.

‘Don’t worry, a red ass never hurt much more than pride.’

‘I hate you,’I whimpered, writhing in his grip as he layered the strokes of his spanks on top of each other until my butt burned.

‘I’m not your biggest fan either,’he said, dropping a heavy spank.

‘Stop,’I cried, fat tears winding salty tracks down my cheeks.

‘Do you want me to rub your ass instead for a minute, Princess ? Ask nicely and I might.’

He could take a long walk off a short pier.

Three harsh spanks later had me begging,abandoningmy dignity.

‘Please, I’m sorry. Please rub instead.’I detested the whine in my voice.

His calloused fingers felt heavenly after the pain, rubbing the feeling back into my butt with every firm caress.

‘There, there,’he muttered. ‘Let it out.’

My sobs were back with force as his strokes ventured lower, touching my thighs and the crease between them and my butt.

‘God, you’re adelightfullittle thing when you’ve got your mouth closed. Your skin is so fucking soft.’

I let out a moan as his fingers dipped lower.

‘Oh, Izzy. For all yourcaterwauling, you’re sopping wet.’

‘You said you wouldn’t touch,’I whimpered.

His fingers stilled against my pussy, resting against my clit. ‘You’re right, I did.’

I expected him to release me, but he didn’t. He simply held his fingers there. Myembarrassmentpeaked when I moved to make his fingers slide against me.

‘If you’re going to do it, slut, do it properly. Fuck yourself against my finger. What was it you called me? An old creep? Yet here you are with an ass as red as fucking Rudolph’s nose and trying to get off.’

Burying my face against the couch cushions, I arched my back, craving thesensationshe’d given me when he’d had me against the counter. It was like the pain he’d spanked into me had inflamed some kind of needy demon inside me.

‘Little whore, can you feel what you are doing to me? Rubbing against my dick with your hips. If you get Daddy all excited, you’re going to have to take his dick somewhere in this fine little body of yours. Where will it be?’

His words only had me moving my hips faster, chasing release. I hated how that first orgasm left me craving more. Unboxed desires I’d ignored my whole life.

‘I asked you a question, Princess,’Emmett demanded, his voice cracking with desire. ‘Where will you take it if you get Daddy all hot? Pussy, ass, or mouth?’

I didn’t want that huge thing in any of them.

Or did I? The idea of him pinning me down and taking what he wanted sent a terrible,treacherousinkling of want into me. Being taken by this hulking woodsman was nothing like I’d ever dreamt about. There was no soft and sweet. He was demanding anddomineering. And it did something to me.

Oh god. What was wrong with me?

I stilled my hips and went limp against his lap. ‘Stop. I don’t want to do this.’

Emmett removed his hand from between my thighs, a hefty sigh filling his chest.

‘As you wish, Princess. You took yourpunishmentwell enough.’

Extractingmyself from his lap, I wiped at my tear-soaked face, trying to swallow down thehumiliation. I’d been so close to wanting him.

Too close.

I needed to get out.