35 - My Good Girl
Emma
My stomach was clenched with nerves when I looked at one of the many mirrors in the room to see Cillian tear open a foil with his teeth. Licking my lips, I watched him roll the condom over his glinting piercing and his long shaft.
“Come on, old man,” I teased, my voice breathy as I wriggled my ass to him. “Hurry up!”
“This old man is going to take his time.” Cillian spanked me, but it was light and playful, making me bite my lip. “Have patience, Doll. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I watched him pour lube on his c**k and met his eyes. “And if you do… I’m sure I’ll like it. Love it even.”
He stopped, giving me a look that I couldn’t decipher, and shook his head. “Trouble,” he muttered to himself and straightened up, pinning me down with his hand on my
