Such a Naughty Girl (Hot Creeps #2)

Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE

IZZY

Kneeling in front of him with his penis in my face was daunting. I had to fit that… thing… in my mouth.

Good god.

While I’d tugged down his pants, he’d kept his hands firmly on the bed at either side of his thick, muscled thighs. Traipsing around the woods had served them well.

Swallowinghard, I wet my lips. Emmett gazed down at me, his eyes hooded with lust. Did I want the cookies that bad? Bad enough to do this. To him ?

Truthfully, it was more than the cookies. I craved his attention. His desire. I wanted him to see me as a sexual woman. He’d unlocked a need in me,overridingmy sanity.

Inching forward, I took one more look up at his grizzled, but handsome, face. Beneath the wild hair and the beard, his eyes glinted, his cheeks flushed.

Gripping his erection in one hand, I stroked it slowly,strugglingto hide a smirk when he let out a shallow moan. His fingers twitched against the bedcovers.

Making Emmett fall apart became my goal. Despite my lack of skills, I was going to make him crumble. Make him give meeverything.

With the tenderest of touches, I tasted him. One tiny swirl of my tongue over the swollen head. Salty, and with the faint taste of the soap from his shower. Not as repulsive as I imagined. Tolerable, even.

‘More,’he groaned, one hand lifting from the mattress and going for my hair.

‘No hands,’I whispered. My scalp itched when he pressed his palm back to the bed. Imagining him grabbing my hair and pulling me onto him made my thighs clench.

‘You want to do it, don’t you? Want to prove to Daddy what a slut you can be for me. Go on, prove that you’re a perfectly good cumwhore.’

Pressing my mouth over him elicited another heady groan. His girth stretched my lips wide, an aching burn at the corners. I ran my tongue across the ridge, trying to time it with the sliding of my lips.

‘More spit, Izzy,’Emmett urged.

I gathered saliva on my tongue and pushed it over the tip of his cock. The addedlubricationmade it easier to slide further onto him. His manly scent filled my nose, the pine-soap and gentle musk of his hair-trailed stomach mere inches from my face.

Emmett’sincreasingmoans and stilted breaths drove me on, filling me with a need to please.

My hand hit my lips with every other stroke, saliva dripping down between my fingers. It was messy. Glorious. Filthy.

So unlike anything I’d done before .

‘That’s it. Just like that.’

The growl in Emmett’s words made me grind against my heels like a dog in heat.

‘Damn girl, you were born to suck cock.’When he wound his fingers into my hair, I didn’t care to fight it. As the seconds turned into minutes, my arm ached, and mydesperationincreased. I needed him to come. To give it to me.

Heck, if he pulled me onto the bed and pushed his way inside me, I wouldn’t have fought it. I’d have begged him for it if I could talk. Desire addled my brain.

Great drips of saliva slid over Emmett’s balls and gave my thighs a slippery coating.

I sensed it. The change in Emmett.

Muscles tensed. Breaths deepened. Fingers tightened.

He took control, pushing deeper into my mouth, scraping the back of my throat. Making me gag.

‘Fuck,’he groaned, turning my insides to jelly.

Emmett held me there, my chest heaving. I looked up at him, my eyes bugging as he grinned.

‘All for you, Princess.’

Hot spurts of salty cum coated the inside of my mouth. I couldn’t pull back, only kneel there in his hands and swallow what he gave me. Those thick thighs quaked, squeezing my arms tight. Quick breaths through my nose stopped me from throwing the salty mouthful up.

Emmett withdrew from my mouth, tipping my head to look up at him. Leaning toward me, he held me there, his breath tickling over my swollen lips.

‘Show me.’

I opened my mouth, heat filling my cheeks, letting him see him coating my tongue. The texture made me gag.

‘Good girl. Now swallow. You may not be letting me fill your tight cunt, but I’ll be inside you one way or another.’

It tookeverythingto force the mouthful down. Sucking him off had been better than I’d imagined, but the cum was still gross. Maybe I’d get used to it…

Emmett lifted me onto the bed, and I waited for him to spread my thighs and touch me. To return the favor. Instead, he handed me the cookie pack and pulled me onto his lap, his fingers stroking my hair idly.

‘Eat up, you earned it.’

You eat up , I wanted to say. Spread me open and make me feel good.

Within moments, he fell fast asleep.