Edging Practice (2)
It was almost three in the morning when Emerie disentangled herself from Declan. She would have liked to say that her body ached, that she was sated beyond her wildest dreams, but she still wanted more. She didn't even know what she wanted, she just knew that Declan alone couldn't give it to her.
Gathering her clothes for the hundredth time, Emerie slipped back into her shorts and inched her t-shirt back over her still-aching tits, her sensitive nipples scraped by the cotton.
A wave of deja vu lifted the hair on her arms as she entered the hallway where Declan's father had approached her before. Shaking the feeling away, Emerie was about to go down the stairs when she was grabbed by the waist and pulled against someone's chest. The musky smell of spicy cologne filled her nostrils as two large hands came around to cup her heavy mounds. She leaned back into the sturdy body behind her and moaned lowly, eagerly pushing her ass back into the girthy cock that she knew would be waiting there.
Aaron buried his face in the sweet teen's neck, inhaling the smell of vanilla mixed with her perspiration. He had her right where he wanted her, that perfect ass straining against his hungry cock. He could take her right then and there if he wanted to. Fuck her right outside of his son's room, force her to be quiet while he brutalized her young cunt. And even though the thought made him want to combust, made him want to pound her like some crazed animal, he held back.
Not yet, he told himself
But he gave her just a taste, pushing his hips forward so that his cock was snug between her cunt lips, teasing her clit even through his boxers.
His son was right about how wet her pussy was. He could feel the heat of her soaking through her shorts.
"You listened to me," he murmured, she said nothing, only moaned again in that light and breathy voice of hers.
Aaron released her from his hold slowly and she turned around to face him. Her blue eyes were hooded, her wet lips parted.
"Are you going to fuck me?" Her soft voice was barely above a whisper.
"Eventually."
He knew that as he walked into his son's room that she would follow, he knew just how badly she needed what he was going to give her. He had been watching her for a year now, had heard her moans reach a higher pitch every time that she came, and she came frequently. It didn't take long for him to realize that everyone was spoiling her. Her filthy rich parents, her other fuck toys, everyone, down to his own flesh and fucking blood.
Someone had to break the cycle.
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Emerie didn't know why Mr. Lachlan was going into Declan's room, but she followed him anyway. She knew from experience that Declan would sleep like the dead after coming twice. So, she allowed Mr. Lachlan to undress her slowly while his son slept in the bed before them. His chafed hands left prickles along her smooth skin as her shorts pooled around her ankles, her panties following next.
The smell of her musk hardened Aaron's prick to a point of pain, he swore under his breath at the sight of her nakedness so close, so attainable, right in front of him. Those jugs of hers heaving with every breath that she took, and that cunt...
Aaron kneeled before the girl, slipping a hand between her legs to wedge them apart. Emerie held back a gasp as Mr. Lachlan's warm mouth closed around her bud, suckling the pearl with a rolling motion that gave her vertigo. She would have came violently from the repeated, tactical motions when he pulled away--the wetness around her thighs now cooling from the sudden exposure to the air in Declan's room.
