Claiming My Prize III

“NOT hurt, Emily. Pleasure.” I leaned down, my mouth finding hers. Her lips were soft, hesitant at first, then parting under the pressure. I tasted the faint sweetness of her breath, the innocence that still clung to her. My tongue delved, exploring the warmth of her mouth, intertwining with hers.

I pulled back, her lips swollen, glistening. “You’re going to like this, Emily. More than you think.”

I pushed her gently onto the bed, her legs tangling, her ...