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3. Emma 🌶️

I'm soaked, my panties clinging to my skin. I grind against him, needing the friction, the release.

His free hand slips under the hem of my panties, his fingers sliding through my wetness.

"Oh god," I gasp, arching into his touch.

"That's right, baby," he murmurs, his voice deep and husky.

"Please," I beg, my voice hoarse with desire.

He rubs my clit, his fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. The tension within me grows, tightening with each movement.

"You're so wet," he says, his voice laced with lust. "So ready for me."

"Mhm," I whimper.

He inserts two fingers inside me, stretching me. The sensation is overwhelming, sending shockwaves through me. I can't help but buck my hips against him, desperate for more.

"Are you a bad girl, Emma?" He asks, his lips moving against my skin.

"What do you mean?" I gasp, the question barely registering.

"Are you a bad girl, Emma?" he repeats, his voice a low rumble.

"No, I'm a good girl," I protest, my voice shaky.

He chuckles. "We'll see about that."

He continues his movements, his fingers pumping in and out of me. The pleasure is building, coiling tighter and tighter.

"Oh god, I'm going to come," I cry out.

"Not yet," he growls, his voice strained. "Not until I allow it."

The words send a thrill through me, the dominance in his voice exciting me. I hold back, struggling against the waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.

He keeps going, his fingers driving me towards the edge. The tension is almost unbearable, my body aching for release.

He slides his fingers out of me, trailing them up my body until they rest on my lips. "Open," he orders, and I obey. He slides his fingers into my mouth, the taste of myself coating my tongue. I swirl my tongue around his fingers, licking them clean.

"You are a good girl," he praises, his voice thick with desire. "You're doing so well."

His words only add to the heat coursing through me. I can't help but moan around his fingers.

"Fuck," he groans, the word sending shivers down my spine.

I'm a mess, a whimpering, desperate mess.

"Lie on the bed," he orders, his voice a deep rumble.

I crawl onto the bed, the sheets cool against my flushed skin. He stands over me, his gaze hungry and possessive.

"Open your legs," he commands. "And slide your panties off slowly."

I comply, spreading my legs wide and sliding the damp fabric down my thighs. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but the feeling only adds to the excitement.

He kneels between my legs, his eyes roaming over my naked body. His fingers trace along my inner thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He moves higher, finally reaching the apex of my thighs. He gently strokes my folds, his fingers teasing and exploring.

"So wet and ready for me," he murmurs, his voice husky.

He presses two fingers inside me, curling them just right. He parts my folds, his thumb stroking my clit.

"Such a pretty pussy," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "And all mine."

I can't help the moans that escape me, the pleasure too much to contain.