Free His Beautiful Wench by Nathalie Dae Page A

lovely.”
    Juices trickled from her cunt at the sound of his words and she said, “I’ve missed you… this so much.”
    He plucked her nipples and stabs of pleasure shot from her breasts to her center. Caressing her body, he returned to her breasts to tweak her hard buds, making her body jerk and her bud ache for him. Each time she opened her mouth to tell him to pinch harder, he stroked her skin instead with slow, easy movements. She counted the times he swept his hands over her body, waiting for when he would twist her nipples again. The anticipation was heady, keeping her alert and wanting, her body tense. She enjoyed the game, and when he did finally touch her nipples the surprise brought stronger waves of pleasure to her folds. She let out a ragged breath only to snatch it back in as he tweaked harder and for longer. Soon she was unable to take any more.
    Nub throbbing, she whispered, “Touch me lower. Please…”
    Emmett ignored her, only sliding his hands to span her stomach. His mouth covered one nipple, teeth lightly nipping, and the shock nearly had her opening her eyes. He sucked, tugging on the taut peak the way she liked, as she knew he would. She cried out, almost reaching her pain threshold. Emmett eased the pressure a little, then sucked and reared his head back once more, the torment too much for her, too intense.
    “Stop, I…”
    He let her nipple go. It ached, and despite wanting the sweet torture to end, she longed for more. As though picking up on her thoughts, he tongued her nipple, sucking it as before. Amelia clasped her hands together tighter, wanting to cry out yet at the same time testing herself to see how far she could go. He pulled harder, his fingers stroking her waist, circling her navel, and she clenched her cunt, willed herself not to gasp.
    She failed, snatching in air.
    Breast free of his mouth, she lifted her pelvis, needing him to cater to her throbbing bud. The mattress dipped again as he shuffled his knees farther down the bed then settled between her legs, the heat of his breath on her slit forcing the air out of her lungs. Her torso juddered beneath his questing fingers and she itched to pinch her nipples. Instead, she squeezed her hands again. His tongue parted her. The tip swirled around her nub and a blaze of sensation warmed the folds.
    “Oh God, Emmett…”
    “I’m going to sup your cream. Lick you, make you want me so much you can’t breathe.”
    He flattened his tongue, licking her with quick strokes, fingers smoothing down her body to widen her slit. She bucked as he worked faster, exquisite waves of pleasure ebbing and flowing in and around her bud. Panting, she writhed, unclasping her hands and gripping the headboard spindles. She dug her nails into her palms, the bite adding to her excitement. Tongue flicking from side to side, Emmett brought her to the brink of orgasm then stopped, kissing her mound and her lower belly. She hissed out between clenched teeth, frustrated but knowing when he touched her there again the pleasure would be stronger. He took his mouth from her belly and didn’t move. She waited, eyes still closed, and listened to the sounds around them—their breaths, a creaking bed downstairs, faint moans from customers, footsteps on the wooden floor below. She longed to open her eyes, to see whether he studied her, but at the same time not knowing suited her. And she waited, her heart picking up speed, her wet nub throbbing in time with it. God, how she wanted to let go and slide her hands into his hair, pushing his mouth down onto her slit, directing his movements and orchestrating the pressure. To tell him to sup her now, beg if she had to. But she remained silent, confident he knew exactly when to begin again.
    At last, movement! He hooked his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her, setting her lower half on his thighs. His balls rested against her ass, their softness and warmth arousing her beyond measure. Emmett brushed his hands up and