Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 156

I was dying of embarrassment by the time Darren left to run some errands. Patrick had been teasing his tongue along my palm since I had covered his mouth, and it had been causing my pussy to clench and soak my panties. I turned to look at Patrick and pulled my hand away, but the second I opened my mouth to scold him, he tugged me toward him and sealed his lips to mine. Heat coursed through me as Patrick took control of the kiss. He tilted my head gently as his tongue gently ran across mine. I gave up not wanting this or being angry.

"Patrick," I said between kisses as I began to tug his tucked-in shirt out of his pants. He nipped my lip and then turned me so I was straddling his lap. All I was wearing were sleep shorts and a tank top.

"Yes, love?" He slid his hand under the hem of my shirt and began to run his fingers over my breasts, being very careful to avoid the bruise the seat belt left across my chest. My hard nipples ached as I slid my hands under his shirt and ran them over his chest.

"I'm still mad at you," I murmured between kisses and a gentle scrape of his teeth on my lower lip. I groaned as he kissed along my jaw and down my throat, his fingers sliding along my slick pussy lips, then parting them. I wanted to ride his hand until I came.

"Okay, love," he whispered, biting down on my earlobe and sliding two fingers inside of me. "You can be as angry as you want, but I'm still going to make you come on my hand, then my lips, and when I'm done eating your pussy, I'm going to fuck you so hard and so deep you will forget your name.

I arched my back to ride his hand, and he slid his fingers up to meet me. He began stroking that spot deep inside, which made me see stars.

"Sex isn't going to fix things," I reminded him, trying to hold onto the earlier conversation as he leaned me back and then sucked my nipple through my shirt. "Well, not everything," I decided. Then Patrick was biting down on my nipple as his thumb found my clit, and my orgasm began to build quickly. "Fuck it," I groaned, and Patrick chuckled before giving me the exact pressure I needed to come.

when I rested my forehead against his. "You're such an

my sensitive pussy. "I am, and I promise I will make it up to you." Standing with me still in his arms, he took me over to

in his eyes didn't change as he moved his gaze over me. He stared at my chest for a long moment, eyes zeroed onto the diagonal bruising where the strap had kept me in place doing its job. Without saying anything, he kissed his fingers and gently ran them over the bruise. I fought to keep back tears while he pulled off his shirt and his shoes dropped to the floor. I started to reach for his pants, but he stopped me by tilting me backward until

hard and deep as I can make it- but I have missed you and your beautiful pussy, and I'm going to enjoy this first." His mouth suctioned over my clit, and I came again without much effort.

time he thrust his dick into me, I was crying from coming so many times, and I dug my fingers into his back as he pounded into me just as hard, deep,

for him. His deep gran was my only warning before he came, filling me

me,

to talk about letting me

my body toward my pussy. "Let's see if we can work this out." With that, he dove into eating me out with so much determination I forgot my name

came.

Damn it.

It worked.

parents. I had just gotten out

I'm an ass who loves you. When you are ready, let