Chapter 118 Lusting After Her Wet Creamy Pussy

Chapter 118 Lusting After Her Wet Creamy Pussy
Knox

I pull my finger out. It's all wet and shiny with her juice. Emma’s eyes are really wide, kind of glassy and her lips are parted like she’s trying to catch her breath. She’s watching me. She looks helpless as I bring my finger to my mouth and suck it slowly. I'm tasting every bit of her. It’s sweet. Her cheeks get darker and redder. Her thighs are shaking against mine like she might fall if I let go.

I don't let go.

Instead I lean in. Kiss her one last time. It's not gentle or sweet. I kiss her like I'm marking my territory. My teeth graze her lip and my tongue claims what's already mine. She makes a small broken sound and her fingers clutch my shirt like it’s the thing keeping her up.

When I finally pull back she's all messed up. Her hair is tousled from my grip, her skirt is up. There's a new hickey on her neck. It looks perfect.

“Fix yourself," I say, my voice is a bit rough. "We're late.. Tonight…” I touch her lips with my thumb. "That red dress doesn't come off until I say so. Understand?”

She nods quickly and she looks obedient. Then she swallows hard. "Yes.”

“Good girl " I say.

I step back. The cool air hits us. She smooths her skirt with her shaking hands. Trying to look professional again. It's almost convincing.

Her phone buzzes on the table. I don't need to look to know it's him Ethan. That safe smiling boy who thinks he has a shot. Just thinking about it makes my jaw tighten.

She looks at the phone. Then at me. Guilt flickers in her eyes before she hides it.

I move close to her. My thumb brushes the mark on her neck. It's still warm from my mouth. "You think that boy could handle you like I do?" My voice drops low. "Tell me you're mine today Emma. Say it out loud. Before I do something to you here.”

She takes a breath. Her pupils get wide.

“I'm yours," she whispers.

I look at her for a second, feeling those words settle inside me. My chest feels tight. I clear my throat. "Let me drive you to the product launch. We'll go together.”

Emma shakes her head away. "No, Knox. People will talk if we're seen together. We can't risk that.”

I step closer so my body brushes hers again. "They won't suspect a thing. Besides, I'm your stepfather.”

She giggles. It sounds soft and surprising. Her hand covers her mouth for a moment.

I tilt my head. "What's so funny?”

Her eyes meet mine. She looks playful. "You're not my stepfather. You're my sugar daddy.”

My cock twitches hard at the word. I feel heat shoot through me. I lean in. Whisper roughly in her ear. "Keep saying things like that. I might be tempted to do something with you on the table right now." I pull back to see her deepen in red. "When everything is over today Emma, you'll get fucked hard that you won't be walking properly for days.”

She bites her lip. Nods fast, her eyes dark with want.

I take her hand. Lace our fingers together tight. We fix ourselves one time and then we step out together.

I drive her in my car. The ride is quiet but full of tension. She sits beside me. I can still smell her on my skin. Every time she shifts I feel it in my gut. My mind keeps going to her words, that giggle, the way she called me her sugar daddy. It makes me want to pull over and take her here but I keep driving because I know what's waiting tonight.

After driving, we arrived at the hotel. Just as we step out reporters with microphones and other news outlets press in on us.

The crowd is thick. Bodies are pushing close. Flashes are exploding nonstop. Voices shout over each other, loud and frantic.

“Mr Knox, what are the highlights of the new product?”

“How does this launch position your company against the competition?”

“Any updates on the rollout schedule?”

“What do you say to investors concerned about market share?”

I keep my face calm with the steady mask I always wear. I reach back. Take Emma's hand again. Her fingers feel small and a little cold. She holds on tight.

Security personnel move in quickly, pushing reporters aside, clearing a path through the mess. 

I move forward keeping her close to my side and our hands locked the way to the entrance. The flashes keep lighting up her face, making her look vulnerable. I hate that she's in the middle of this. But I love feeling her hand in mine.

Just as we step in hand in hand, we meet Monica and Gina who turn to glare at us. Then Gina walks away. I sigh deeply, obviously she's angry. I don't care.

Other members of staff are too busy to see anything.

Monica's eyes drop to our hands first. Her mouth curls into something dark, maybe jealousy.

Then Monica steps closer. "Wow, look who just stepped in with the CEO like they're a power couple.”

The words sting like acid. I feel Emma's hand tighten in mine, a tremble running through her. 

My stomach twists with anger. Inside my head everything narrows to one thought: Monica always knows how to cut and I hate how much it hurts Emma. I want to shield her from this woman

I meet Monica's eyes. My voice comes out angry and even. "Not the time for this, Monica.”

She smiles thinly. "Just pointing out what everyone sees. So cute. Holding hands like that.”

The staff rush past, with equipment focused on setup to notice us.

Emma's fingers shake a little. I squeeze her hand gently trying to give her strength without words.

I lean toward Monica. "You keep this up. You know what I can do. One call and everything you have left disappears. Now walk away.”