CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

“You make me mad, Emma.” Clyde was surprised at how firm his voice came out compared to how giddy he felt within.

Like a tortoise crawling to a jackpot, he went down and down until his breathing fanned Emma's fold. With his left hand, he spread her opening, reviewing a wet pussy, throbbing and swollen clit. At once, he sucked on her pussy, swallowing every bit of the moisture. He used his tongue to flicker in her swollen clit, and it felt like heaven for Emma.

His left hand wandered from one nipple to the other, increasing the intensity. He sucked and licked, played with her clit, and finally brought his finger to insert into her awaiting pussy. First, a finger went in. He was careful not to bridge her walls, as he kept that honor for his cock to devour. He soon added another finger, causing Emma to uncomfortably shuffle.

“Steady,” he growled, displeased but aware of her fear.

The foreign intrusion soon became a familiar one as so many activities went on at once. Playing with her nipp