Debutante by Madeline Moore Page B

nothing.
What the fuck was his question, something about squirting or – right! No swearing in public.
    â€˜Only in bed!’ she shouted, as triumphant as a game show competitor who’d been first to figure out the right answer.
Now give me my prize!
    â€˜Good.’
    Luke slipped the head of his cock into her. ‘Remember how hard it was for us to fuck, at first. My big cock and your little pussy hole?’
    â€˜Uh-huh.’
    â€˜But see how easy it is, now?’ He fed her hungry cunt another inch.
    â€˜Uh-huh.’
    â€˜That’s how it’ll be with your ass,’ he said, adding, ‘Mrs Bottomsby.’
    She felt the warm oil dribbling between her ass cheeks. ‘Lukey … oh God … not tonight.’
    â€˜You said we could try again,’ he reminded her.
    â€˜Lukey … please … I’m so close.’
    â€˜I know.’ He dipped to cup her clit with his palm. ‘But if you come now you’re not going to let me even try. I know you, Emily.’
    â€˜I’ll try next time.’
    â€˜This time.’ He started sliding out of her pussy again but, at the sound of her despairing moan, relented. Instead, he slid smoothly up inside her. At the same time, a finger pressed against the entrance to her ass.
    Emily began to shake. She did not like that finger shoving its way up her ass but she loved, she
loved
, the way his cock pumped in and out and his palm pressed hard against her clit. Or maybe she did like that finger up her ass. It was moving in rhythm with his cock now, both entrances, empty only moments ago, now full.
    â€˜There’s my pretty girl,’ he said. ‘There’s my angel Emily.’
    â€˜I love you, Luke,’ she whimpered.
    â€˜Ha!’ A second fingertip nudged inside beside the first.
    Emily threw back her head and screamed at the top of her lungs. ‘It hurts!’
    â€˜Go with it, Em. You can do it.’ He pushed hard with both fingers.
    â€˜No! Stop! Luke!’ Emily’s hands clawed the bedclothes in a futile attempt to escape.
    â€˜Christ!’ Luke withdrew the second finger. He matched the rhythm of cock and finger, front and back, and fucked her furiously. ‘Christ on a stick!’
    Emily came as fast and wild as a mistral becomes a sudden storm.
    â€˜Ow! Ow! Fuck!’ Emily’s climax was never-ending, which was good because the fat dome of Luke’s cock kept bumping against her cervix and it seemed as if only her paroxysms protected her womb from penetration.
    She knew, probably because of the pressure of his finger up her ass, the moment his cock began to pulse as he peaked, just in time to spare her life. ‘That’s it, Lukey!’ Emily shrieked, spurring him on, urging him to make this messy, mixed-up, fabulous fuck end before it killed her.
    Luke howled. His thick cock shuddered inside Emily. His finger, buried up her bum hole, trembled.
    â€˜Oh. Dear. God,’ Emily groaned.
    Luke slid his limp dick from her drowned cunt. His finger slipped from her ass.
    They fell apart, like two halves of a piece of exotic fruit, sliced once by a deadly blade.
    The door opened. Marion stepped into the room. ‘What the fuck?’
    Emily started to laugh, that same laugh that had been with her since she’d been fired. She wiped the tears from her face with a corner of the tangled sheet and tried to cover herself with it.
    â€˜Too loud?’ asked Luke.
    â€˜Um. Yeah.’ Marion focused on Emily. ‘You OK?’
    Emily could see a few curls of Marion’s bright red pussy hair, peeking out from under a black T-shirt with slut written across it in hot pink letters. She giggled. ‘Uh-huh.’
    â€˜I’ll have you know,’ said Marion haughtily, ‘I draw the line at snuff films.’
    Luke and Emily clung to each other as they burst into howls of laughter.
    â€˜Say, that
is
good to know!’ Luke managed to get the words out