It's a Wonderful Lie

Chapter Fifteen

Caspian

This woman is going to be the death of me. And I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it.

With my shirt unbuttoned, Emery moves her hands lower until she’s working the button at the top of my dress pants and suddenly all thoughts of anger toward my son have completely vacated my mind. The only thing I can focus on is the gorgeous creature in front of me and what she wants. What I can give her right now.

As she’s teasingly pulling down my zipper with a hint of mischief dancing behind her dark chocolate eyes, I slip my hand into her hair needing to pull her closer and taste her lips once more. But right before I’m able to claim her mouth, she alludes me by sliding down my body until she’s perched in front of me on her knees.

Holy f**k. What a sight.

She takes a second to pull her heels off and toss them to the side, so I kick my shoes off as well. The smirk the grows overs her lips as she licks them and works my pants down to my ankles feels like a silent praise for helping her get me naked faster. I want to keep pleasing her, so as soon as my pants are in range, I kick those off as well, tossing my shirt along with them.

Now in nothing but the boxer briefs that are not doing a damn thing to hide my growing need for her, she somehow looks both completely satisfied and unfulfilled.

Rather than pulling my shorts down, she sits up on her knees and reaches in, taking a strong hold of my c**k that forces a hiss out of me. My hand shoots back to her head for balance, but also probably a little out of instinct and craving.

She still hasn’t unsheathed me, but her tight grasp is stroking me so perfectly I have to close my eyes to keep myself from fulling coming on first contact like a f*****g teenage boy.

“Emery,” I moan, massaging the nape of her neck in time with the rhythm she’s rubbing me at.

Upon hearing her name, she releases a little hum from her tight lips that seems to ignite whatever she needed to take more from me.

Keeping her right hand on my d**k, she pulls my shorts down with her left until they fall to my ankles and I kick them away with the rest of my clothes. I look down to find the most gorgeous view I’ve ever seen. She’s still wearing that emerald green dress that radiates confidence and beauty out of her, and she’s looking at me with the hungriest eyes, licking her lips as she guides my c**k closer and closer to her mouth.

Taking just a second to hover her lips over me, only her breath teasing my tip, she feels like heaven and hell all at once. But then that wicked grin raises her cheeks and she bites her tongue before extending it out and slowly licking a circle around my head.

An involuntary quake rings through my entire body and I have to grab ahold of the back of the couch to stop myself from falling over completely, “f**k, yes. Yes.”

“Ready to give me what I want, Caspian?” She asks between long, languid licks all the way up my shaft, ending with a flick of her tongue at the head that sends a full shiver through my body each time, my eyes fluttering closed from the lust haze.

“Anything, baby,” the endearment slips out so easily I don’t even think twice about it, “anything you want.”

“Then hurry up and f**k my face.”

My eyes snap open at the same time she feeds my entire length, inch by inch, into her mouth until I feel the back of her throat and I suck in a breath at how good she feels. My right hand is already entwined at the nape of her mocha locks, but she surprises me further by taking hold of my left hand and placing it on the other side of her head.

Sitting back on her knees, she places her hands in her lap and looks up at me like she’s so innocent, when in reality I can’t even see my c**k because she’s sucking me down like I’m a f*****g oasis in the desert and she’s the one who put us in this position.

When I don’t move she swallows and sucks her cheeks in, eliciting a natural jerk from me, pulling her head closer to me as I thrust myself even deeper down her throat.

I look back at her to make sure she’s ok and even with her mouth in a perfect “O” shape, I can see her smile at my reaction. She wants to play dirty tonight.

“If you need to stop, raise your left hand, ok, Emery,” I wait for her nod of confirmation and then I don’t wait another second to appreciate the incredible gift this woman is giving me.

Digging my fingers deeper into her soft hair, I hold her head firmly in place while I begin a slow and steady rhythm of thrusting that feels so damn good in combination with her sucking and gagging. f**k, I’ve never done anything this dirty with a woman before and the thought of what else she might be interested in has me stiffening further with each pulse.

I realize I’ve been so focused on the pleasure Emery’s delivering that all my other senses kind of shut down for a second. I tune back into my surroundings and am immediately met with an insatiable chorus of sloppy moans from below me.

Emery has shifted her dress enough to be able to slip her right hand underneath it. And if the waves of movement under the green satin are any indicator, she’s now viciously touching herself. Of course that urges me on, moving faster down her throat as she gags around me, spit everywhere, but encouragement still in her eyes.

“That’s right, baby,” I’m so far gone in her in this moment “get yourself off while you take all of me.”

At my coaxing she hums in delight as she starts doing this thing with her tongue and I’m f****d. I feel my orgasm swelling up to the surface fast and I know I’m so close, but I also don’t want this to end.

My d**k has honestly never felt as wonderful as it feels in Emery’s mouth right now and I want to freeze this scene and keep it forever.

But she can tell I’m close and is clearly eager to get me there.

With her right hand still frantically moving under her dress in ways I wish I was witnessing, her left hand snakes up my leg until she reaches out and starts working my balls.

“Ohh,” I sputter as the new sensation is added to the melting pot she’s heating me up in. My heart is racing, my c**k is pounding into her throat as she moans around me, her tongue gliding back and forth underneath for another layer of glorious friction, and now she’s applying the perfect amount of pressure to my balls.

It feels like a dream. This can’t be real.

Just when I think I’ve hit the sweet spot that will lead me to my climax, she stuns me once more when a single finger moves back from my balls just slightly and presses.

“f**k!” My fingers dig into her head and the whole room starts shaking as I unload everything.

Emery keeps sucking until I genuinely have nothing left for her and as much as my body wants to just give out and collapse to the ground, her hand is still moving underneath her dress and that just won’t do.

I pull back, reach down, and lift her so she’s essentially standing with her fee just slightly off the ground. Using the smallest ounce of strength I have left I spin, take a few steps, and then ungracefully release her so she’s sitting on top of the dining table.

Falling into the closest chair, I push the place setting in front of me away and drag her to take its place.

“This is all I wanted to do at that f*****g welcome dinner,” I hiss before pushing her dress up and diving head first into her beautiful p***y.