Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Shattered Girl Chapter 40 my **t into his mouth.

"Patrick, please." I moaned as he spread my lips, running his finger around my soaking entrance and sliding the tip of his finger into my tight hole. I whimpered as my p**y fluttered around his finger. Slowly he began sliding his finger deeper as he leaned forward, sucking Your p**y is so tight, love." Patrick groaned." It's going to feel so good when you're wrapped around my hard d**k; I'm going to stretch your little p**y so good," Patrick groaned as he began to work a second finger into me. He kissed his way up my body, sucking a nipple into his mouth and biting down. I exploded, soaking Patrick's hand, crying out as I thrust my hips up, forcing his fingers deeper into me. "Good girl, love, come hard for me, that's it, baby," Patrick praised me; I shook and whimpered as my o**m started to fade. He had stopped moving his fingers while I came apart for him, but once I had stopped shaking, he began moving again, finding my g-spot, curling his fingers, and focusing all his attention on that one spot. "Oh baby, you're such a good girl; I know you don't think you can, but you'll come for me again. I know you have one more for me." Patrick was encouraging me as I continued to whimper. "You're so close, love; your py is is like a vice; I know you can be a good girl for me and come again; that's it, baby, take my fingers in that tight p**y. Come for me, love. Come now!" Patrick commanded, reaching down with his other hand, he pinched my c**t between his fingers and I screamed. My pty exploded, soaking Patrick's hand and the comforter under me. My entire body was tingling, my vision going black. When I came to, Patrick and I were lying on the bed; He was spooning me, his arm resting on my hip, my head on his shoulder. He must have felt me wake up because he carefully rolled me onto my back before leaning over me with a massive grin on his face. "Welcome back, love." Patrick said, leaning over to kiss me.

What happened?" Did I pass out?" I was still a little confused.

did love, but only for a minute. Has that ever happened to you before?" "Passing out, yes, passing

because of an o***m...no. I didn't know that was possible."

"It can happen, and nothing to be worried about, love, I promise," Patrick reassured me. He gave me a quick kiss and climbed off the bed, returning with a warm washcloth from the bathroom. He spread my legs again and gently cleaned my p**y and thighs. Tossing the washcloth into the laundry hamper, he returned to bed with me. I cuddled back into Patrick, and he wrapped his arm around me." Go to sleep, love; we have kept the others up long enough for tonight." He chuckled. I groaned, but since I knew they had all heard me o**m before, with or without them in bed with me. I told my brain to stop being embarrassed and closed my eyes. I was falling asleep almost immediately. 01:1:1:1:1:1:00

We We awoke later that morning to another bright summer day and the smell of coffee. I groaned and stretched. Leaning over to kiss Patrick, I went to the bathroom, took a fast shower, and pulled on a clean tank top and shorts. I heard Patrick starting the shower as I made my way to the kitchen in search of coffee.

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Mike and Jake were sitting at the kitchen island when I came in-stopping to give them good morning kisses. Mike winked knowingly at me, and I quickly turned so he wouldn't see the blush on my face. I made my coffee and took the stool between them. Jake leaned over, kissing the top of my head "Good morning, sweetheart; bo

asked, running his

him a dirty look before returning to Jake.

headed for the fridge, and began pulling out stuff to make breakfast. I got up to follow Jake, planning on helping him, when Mike's hand

stool and pulling me to stand between his legs. I crossed my arms over my chest and continued to pout at

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fall, and resting his

shower and still had to j**k

and I giggled at the shocked

p at the end pop. Jake was still laughing, and I joined in before leaning back against Mike

at me. "Do you know what happens to girls who call their men names?"

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my brain was telling me to stop talking, but my bratty side took over as I turned to look at Mike. "I am not being naughty," I told him." I called you a goober because you turned me on again with all your talk about jacking off. Jake shook his head, still listening from the other side of the kitchen. Mike picked me up, spinning me around again until I sat with my back pressed against his chest. Well, you're going to find out." Mike said, quickly wrapping

"I whined.

I won't tease you anymore, I promise."

girl, and accept your punishment." Mike scolded. He still had his legs pinned around mine, and when he spread his legs, mine opened,