Free Reckless: Shades of a Vampire by Emily Jackson Page B

into her again again, harder.
    “Ahhhhhhh,” Emma moans.
    Emma curls her feet around Josh’s legs, pulling him in tighter to her groin. She reaches to the bottom of her dress, pulling it up to her navel. She feels Josh’s jeans against her skin, and against her lace panties.
    He moves his body into her hers, pushing, harder and faster. Emma feels blood racing through her body, to her breasts and to her groin. Her mind jingles, and floats.
    Josh pulls up her dress to over her shoulders, exposing her bra. 
    "Look at you," Josh says, gazing.
    Emma blushes.
    Josh pulls down her bra cups so that her nipples pop out, pushed upward by the material gathered beneath them. He darts his mouth to her left nipple, circling in saliva with his tongue.
    "Ahhh," Emma moans. 
    Josh darts his tongue to her right nipple, doing the same thing.
    She leans back.
    "Kiss me," Emma says. 
    Josh moves toward her mouth.
    "No," Emma grunts, parting her legs. "Kiss my pussy. Kiss me there."
    She falls back into the hay, and buckles her knees.
    Josh falls to his elbows, and moves his face to within inches of her lace-covered crotch.
    "Dear God," he says. "You are one beautiful angel."
    Josh tugs the crotch of Emma's panties to the side and lashes his tongue from the bottom of her cunt to the top.
    She cries out.
    "Ooohhh," she says.
    Josh is swirling his tongue in circles over her button and darting it into her hole like a velvet dagger. 
    She is clutching hay in her left hand and her right hand is over her left breast, squeezing it.
    "I'm going to come on your face, Josh," Emma says. "Josh...I...I'm...going to come, on your...face."
    "Preacher's daughter," Josh says, muffled between licks, "is going to come on my face."
    "Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Emma screams, as her torso contorts and she squeezes her breast harder. "Ahhhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Yes. Ahhhhh."
    Juice flows into Josh's face from Emma's pussy as her muscles contract and gush it out. Josh laps it up slowly, with his tongue.
    Emma relaxes on the barn floor. Josh collapses his arms and falls into the hay.
    "That was some kind of kiss," he said. "That was some kind of trick."
    "It wasn't a trick Josh," Emma says, hazily.
     
    Minutes pass. How many, she's not sure. But Emma sits up. Josh is leaning against the barn wall and looking at her. He is smiling. 
    "That was some kind of good," he says.
    Emma smiles.
    "I was thinking maybe we can do another kind of kiss or something," Josh says.
    "No," Emma says. "A kiss. That's all. Remember?"
    "No," Josh says. "Best I recall you first said you wanted to fuck. That's what got me down here. Then it was well, 'just a kiss.'
    "Granted, it was a good kiss. But it certainly wasn't a fuck because look at this boner I've still got. I can't go home with that."
    Josh crawls on hands and knees over to Emma. She has pulled her bra back into place and pulled her dress down. She's brushing the hay from her hair.
    Josh moves to her mouth with his. She can smell her juice.
    She likes it.
    Emma opens her mouth as Josh closes in with his opened. They lock in a kiss, lashing tongues around like it is their first kiss. Her heart starts pounding. She feels blood flowing to her crotch, and to her breasts.
    "Oh God," she thinks.
    Emma moves her mouth to Josh’s neck as he moves harder and faster, and harder and faster against her body as she pulls him in closer, and closer. She licks his neck, and wraps her lips around a spot that she’s started to suck. Emma’s tongue pushes against his neck and her mouth pulls his skin away, into her mouth.
    Josh reaches his right hand to the zipper on his jeans, pulling at it while still moving, thrusting into Emma’s groin and panties. Emma moves toward him, reaching with her body as he fumbles with the zipper. She hears the zipper partially open, and feels Josh moving his hand around his pants.
    “I want to be inside you,” Josh says.
    Emma doesn’t respond.
    “I want to be inside you.”
    “Don’t lust, Josh,” she whispers. “Don’t