join his pile of clothes, then put my legs around his hips.
“We match,” Emil said happily, pressing his erection onto my pubic mound. I laughed as his pubic hair tickled me. I shaved mine into a landing strip, but he was right. The two shades of dark gold between our legs matched almost perfectly.
“I’m glad to see you’re a natural blonde,” he murmured, our noses nearly touching.
“We’re a rare breed,” I said. “Like unicorns.”
Emil threw his head back and laughed. “Very much like unicorns,” he said. “It’s too easy to get blonde out of a bottle these days for you to trust that what you have is real.”
“I’m very real,” I said suggestively, grinding against his boner. “You just wait.”
“I can’t, not for a moment longer,” Emil said. He slipped his fingers between my labia and circled my clitoris. I moaned and moved my hips, wanting even more contact and attention from that twisting hand. While he was distracting me with that hand, he took his cock in his other and guided it into my very, very wet pussy. Part of it was lube, but the majority of it was how much Emil aroused me.
I knew that not every man I would be paid to sleep with at Mama’s nightclub would be as glorious as Emil. I knew that. But a girl could dream, couldn’t she? I fantasized about Emil coming in every night, asking for me. We’d spend all night together in this very room, exploring each other’s bodies. He’d make an honest woman out of me, or at least a rich one, and we’d fuck the night away.
That’s how good his cock felt inside of me.
He was definitely one of the best lays I’d ever experienced, maybe even better than Casey. Emil was on a whole different level than any of the men I’d been with, knowing intimately how to touch me, how to thrust, what angle to approach from, just how to rake his teeth over my bottom lip to make me shiver but not hurt.
I wanted to meet every woman he’d ever been with to compare notes, shake their hands, and thank them for helping him become the lover he was today.
That’s how amazing he felt when he began thrusting.
All of Mama’s girls had talked about all the weird positions they’d been asked to do by customers. It’d made me nervous because I didn’t think I could stand on my head or do the splits or anything else they’d tickled my imagination with.
But this with Emil, this was just classic missionary. The simplest position.
It was so mind-blowing. Completely hot. With simple changes of how he was holding my legs, it was like we were doing a million different positions. I loved the intimacy of wrapping my legs around his middle, drawing him deep into my body. I loved the tightness of putting my legs flat, narrowing my pussy so that he felt even bigger within me. And then, when he propped my legs up on his shoulders and drove down into me, pumping like a piston in and out of my body, I simply exploded.
As a general rule, I was a vocal lover, but there was nothing I could do to muffle my howls of ecstasy. I knew Cocoa had told me to just call for her if I needed help. I sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t think I was screaming for help now.
Emil grunted, then cried out. My heart clenched as I saw him come apart in orgasm. I hoped it was just as sweet as mine—sweeter, even. Seeing him lose control over his perfect visage because of his climax was so incredibly hot.
He sank down gently, pulling out even more gently, and hugged me to him.
“What do you say, Blue?” he began, his voice a little weak after his powerful completion. “Everyone remembers their first time. Is Blue going to remember this?”
“How in the hell do you think I could forget what just happened?” I asked, dumbfounded. “That was the best I’ve ever had.”
Cocoa had told me to fake it if it didn’t seem like I was going to make it, but there hadn’t been a need to. I felt like I had to make Emil realize how good a lover he was, if he didn’t realize it
“We match,” Emil said happily, pressing his erection onto my pubic mound. I laughed as his pubic hair tickled me. I shaved mine into a landing strip, but he was right. The two shades of dark gold between our legs matched almost perfectly.
“I’m glad to see you’re a natural blonde,” he murmured, our noses nearly touching.
“We’re a rare breed,” I said. “Like unicorns.”
Emil threw his head back and laughed. “Very much like unicorns,” he said. “It’s too easy to get blonde out of a bottle these days for you to trust that what you have is real.”
“I’m very real,” I said suggestively, grinding against his boner. “You just wait.”
“I can’t, not for a moment longer,” Emil said. He slipped his fingers between my labia and circled my clitoris. I moaned and moved my hips, wanting even more contact and attention from that twisting hand. While he was distracting me with that hand, he took his cock in his other and guided it into my very, very wet pussy. Part of it was lube, but the majority of it was how much Emil aroused me.
I knew that not every man I would be paid to sleep with at Mama’s nightclub would be as glorious as Emil. I knew that. But a girl could dream, couldn’t she? I fantasized about Emil coming in every night, asking for me. We’d spend all night together in this very room, exploring each other’s bodies. He’d make an honest woman out of me, or at least a rich one, and we’d fuck the night away.
That’s how good his cock felt inside of me.
He was definitely one of the best lays I’d ever experienced, maybe even better than Casey. Emil was on a whole different level than any of the men I’d been with, knowing intimately how to touch me, how to thrust, what angle to approach from, just how to rake his teeth over my bottom lip to make me shiver but not hurt.
I wanted to meet every woman he’d ever been with to compare notes, shake their hands, and thank them for helping him become the lover he was today.
That’s how amazing he felt when he began thrusting.
All of Mama’s girls had talked about all the weird positions they’d been asked to do by customers. It’d made me nervous because I didn’t think I could stand on my head or do the splits or anything else they’d tickled my imagination with.
But this with Emil, this was just classic missionary. The simplest position.
It was so mind-blowing. Completely hot. With simple changes of how he was holding my legs, it was like we were doing a million different positions. I loved the intimacy of wrapping my legs around his middle, drawing him deep into my body. I loved the tightness of putting my legs flat, narrowing my pussy so that he felt even bigger within me. And then, when he propped my legs up on his shoulders and drove down into me, pumping like a piston in and out of my body, I simply exploded.
As a general rule, I was a vocal lover, but there was nothing I could do to muffle my howls of ecstasy. I knew Cocoa had told me to just call for her if I needed help. I sincerely hoped that she wouldn’t think I was screaming for help now.
Emil grunted, then cried out. My heart clenched as I saw him come apart in orgasm. I hoped it was just as sweet as mine—sweeter, even. Seeing him lose control over his perfect visage because of his climax was so incredibly hot.
He sank down gently, pulling out even more gently, and hugged me to him.
“What do you say, Blue?” he began, his voice a little weak after his powerful completion. “Everyone remembers their first time. Is Blue going to remember this?”
“How in the hell do you think I could forget what just happened?” I asked, dumbfounded. “That was the best I’ve ever had.”
Cocoa had told me to fake it if it didn’t seem like I was going to make it, but there hadn’t been a need to. I felt like I had to make Emil realize how good a lover he was, if he didn’t realize it
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