Emma stares out the window as Rhea drives, only looking back at her a few times to see how angry she is. As they continue to travel, her grip on the steering wheel slowly loosens and her face slowly turns softer.
"I'm sorry you're embarrassed by me." Emma mumbles, realizing Demi is back.
She doesn't respond and Emma huffs. When she passes the turn to her apartment, Emma turns her head again.
"You passed the turn."
"I'm taking you to my place. You're too drunk to be alone." Demi says flatly.
"I want to go home." Emma frowns.
"Too bad."
Emma groans and sinks down in the seat.
"I'm not even drunk Demi what the hell."
Demi quickly looks over at Emma before turning her attention back to the road.
"Yeah? Then why are you pouting and being a brat?" She asks.
Emma rolls her eyes and looks out the window as Demi pulls into the driveway of her house. It's not as big as Emma would have imagined, but it's not small by any means. Demi gets out and goes to her side of the truck, opening the door.
"Come on." She says, holding out a hand.
Emma folds her arms and looks away. Demi raises an eyebrow and her eyes narrow a bit.
"Emma. Get out of the truck. Now." Demi orders.
Emma looks over at her, not used to her sounding so dominant.
"Don't make me drag you out and carry you inside. Trust me, you don't want me to."
Sighing in defeat, Emma slaps her hand onto Demi's and gets out of the truck. She follows her inside and looks around. The house is decorated in black decor, of course, but still feels cozy.
Demi guides Emma to the kitchen and starts brewing coffee.
"Coffee at this hour?" Emma huffs and sits at the bar, her dress sliding up some.
Demi looks down at it and bites her lip before looking away again. She pours a cup and hands it to Emma.
"You're going to need it for two reasons. One, to sober you up some." Demi says.
"What's the second?" She asks as she sips the black coffee.
"Because you're about to be up screaming all night." Demi says with a straight face as she sips some herself.
Emma chokes on her coffee and starts coughing. She wasn't expecting that response. From Rhea maybe, but not from Demi.
Demi smirks and sets her mug down. She slowly starts to walk around the counter to Emma.
"You didn't think I'd see those panties and not get my hands on you. You knew what you were doing when you picked them out." She says.
As she gets to Emma, she places a hand on the stool and another on the counter, leaning in close to whisper in her ear.
"When you ground that pretty little ass on me in the club."
Her voice sends a chill down Emma's spine.
"Rhea said you were embarrassed."
"Rhea was wrong. I wasn't embarrassed. I was pissed that other people could see it. This ass is mine." She says as her hand moves from the stool to Emma's behind.
Emma gasps softly as she rubs it. Starting to squirm on the stool. Demi smirks and backs away, leaving Emma a sexually frustrated mess.
"No come back." She whines softly.
"Follow me." Demi says and walks away.
Emma bites her lip, hops off the stool and follows her into the bedroom. The bed is huge, probably big enough for three people. Emma is immediately shoved face-first onto it and she gasps as her dress is ripped off of her in one swift motion.
She hears Demi breathing heavy behind her, whispering curse words to herself as she takes in the sight. Emma is just about to say something when she feels a sharp smack on her ass. It stings but quickly ignites an ache in her front.
She moans softly and is flipped over. She looks up and finds Demi smirking down at her. She's holding a strap in her hand, and it's huge. Long and thick. Emma's eyes go wide and she squeezes her legs together in nervousness.
"What's the matter baby. Never been fucked before?" Demi asks.
She strips down to her bra and panties before putting on the strap. Emma shakes her head and she hesitates a little, tilting her head before smirking again.
"Good for me. Bad for you. I'll start slow, but I'm not taking it easy on you tonight." She says.
Her eyes trail down Emma's body slowly. She looks at the lace bra. At her hard nipples that can be clearly seem through it. She looks further down to Emma's panties and smirks before kneeling down. She grabs her knees and forces her legs back open.
Demi huffs at the sight of her folds through them.
"Fuck baby. You're soaking your panties." She whispers and leans closer.
Emma watches as she slowly slides her tongue up Emma's folds over her panties. She moans loudly and drops her head back as Demi hums in approval.
"Let's get this party started." Demi smirks and pulls the panties down Emma's legs, throwing them to the side.
Emma slips her arms out of the straps of her bra and pulls it over her head, throwing it in the same spot. Demi stands back up and positions the strap against Emma's sex, rubbing it up and down using her juices to lube it.
Soft moans escape Emma's mouth at the feeling and her chest rises and falls quickly in anticipation. When Demi slips the tip into her, she moans louder. As she slowly pushes her way in, Emma starts to feel the sharp pain and winces. Demi notices and stops, allowing her time to adjust.
"Don't..don't stop.." Emma whispers in confidence, the pleasure outweighing the pain.
Demi continues to push into her, ignoring the blood that starts to seep out. She watches Emma's face carefully, making sure it's not too much. But when she's all the way in, and Emma is still moaning for more, she smirks and pulls out some. She starts thrusting and Emma's moans increase in volume.
"Oh fuck..don't stop..please!" She shouts.
"Oh baby I won't be stopping for a while." Demi smirks.
She leans over Emma, her hands on the bed beside each of her shoulders, and starts thrusting harder against her. The sounds of skin smacking skin, the wet sounds of Emma's juices as the strap shoves in and out of her, and Emma's screams fill the room as Demi bites on her neck.
Emma reaches up and grips her back as she fucks her. Hard and deep. She's so full, a feeling she's never felt before but already loves so much.
There's a fire in her sex as Demi destroys her. A pleasure coming from so deep she almost cries as it ignites from her sex and up her spine. Her orgasm crashing over her hard as her whole body convulses against Demi. She's screaming louder with each thrust as she unloads on the strap.
"FUCK!" Emma screams.
Demi doesn't stop.
"Baby..Demi..s-stop!" She shouts but Demi just smirks and continues.
Emma's screams continue, growing louder as she continues to cum all over the strap inside of her and on the sheets. When her screams stop and her eyes roll back in her head, her toes curling in ecstasy, Demi finally slows her pace and pulls out. Allowing Emma a minute to come down from the high.
As she comes down, her body still slightly quivering, Demi takes the strap off and drops it onto the floor. She leans down and makes out with Emma before pulling away and smiling at her.
"Fuck baby..that was..that was fucking amazing." Emma whispers exhaustedly.
"I know you didn't think we were done."
Demi dives down between Emma's legs and starts lapping at her quickly. The pleasure mixed with the soreness makes Emma scream again, gripping the sheets as her back arches in pleasure.
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