SHARING EMMA [18+]

Disclaimer:

• Aside from being a romance and erotica, the book also has contents of mystery/thriller!
• FC does have sex with father and son, separately, but that might change as the title of the book suggests.
• If you're not into poly romance, this book will disappoint you gravely.
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|EMMA|

“Carlos!” I squeal, running my fingers through his dark, silky hair, as he devours me like he’s been starving for a century. “Oh, this feels so good, so damn good.”

I arch my back and try to breathe through my nose, but the pleasure coursing through me is so intense that I can’t help but roll my hips and want him to sink his ruthless tongue deeper into me.

As I walked into the Kingston Corporation as a fresh-faced intern four months ago, I had no idea how my life would change. I was eager to prove myself, ready to take on any challenge that came my way. That’s when I met Carlos.

It was at one of our company’s masquerade balls, and I was immediately drawn to him. I had no idea he was the president of the company, but it didn’t matter. He was charming and flirtatious, and before I knew it, we were in the back of his car, lost in each other’s embrace.

I couldn’t help but feel like I had hit the jackpot. Carlos was a true gentleman, and his Greek god-like appearance had me swooning from the moment we met. His brawn, green eyes, and salt-and-pepper hair made my heart race.

But it wasn’t just his looks that drew me in. I’ve always had a thing for mature men, and when I found out that he was a widower who hadn’t dated in years, I was beyond relieved. I didn’t want to be a home wrecker, not after what my mother had put our family through.

Nope. Never.

“Fuck!” I hiss and bite my lip as he sucks on my throbbing clit and makes those erotic sounds that cause my skin to crack with goosebumps.

Carlos opens my legs wider and continues sucking while embedding two fingers into my pussy. When he speeds up, I whimper, and I’m left holding the edge of the bathroom sink even tighter, not wanting to fall off or, worse, for him to stop.

My mind is consumed with the intense pleasure that spreads through my body like wildfire, making it almost impossible to focus on anything else. I can feel every nerve ending pulsing with electricity as his hands roam over my body, sending shivers down my spine. When he finally releases me, my entire body is vibrating with the force of the orgasm.

As he sets me back down on the ground, my legs feel weak and unsteady, barely able to support me. I cling to him for support, my breathing ragged and uneven as I try to regain my composure. The world around me seems to spin and blur, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience.

It’s as if I’ve been transported to another plane of existence, a realm of pure pleasure and ecstasy that I never knew existed. The afterglow of the experience is almost like a drug, flooding my system with a sense of euphoria that I’ve never experienced before.

I am left trembling and dizzy, unable to fully process what has just happened. All I know is that I am consumed by a deep desire for more, a hunger that can only be satisfied by the touch of his hands and the fire in his eyes.

As I bask in the afterglow of my orgasm, my eyes struggle to stay open as I catch a blurry glimpse of him approaching me. Before I know it, he has spun me around and my hands are being forced onto the edge of the sink. My heart rate spikes as he pulls my hips towards him, and I feel his pulsing erection pressing against me.

The intensity of his desire takes me by surprise, and I struggle to catch my breath. I try to resist his advances, but he’s too strong for me. I’m powerless to stop him as he thrusts into me, causing me to gasp and moan in ecstasy.

His grunts and groans fill the air as he pounds into me relentlessly, leaving me dizzy with pleasure. The sensations are overwhelming, and my mind becomes lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, considering the age-gap we have, but I can’t resist his touch.

I appreciate how this hulk of a man never holds back. He gives me everything he is capable of and more. He makes me fall in love with everything about our little arrangement. Even though what we have is far from an emotional relationship, I’m not bothered by its apparent lack.

Carlos had never attempted to scam or manipulate me. When he suggested taking our casual make-outs in his office chamber to a further level, he let me know exactly what I was getting myself into. He made it clear to me that what we had could never be more than that. And that if I ever wanted to, I could go on with whoever I wanted.

I loved how he gave me the kind of freedom that my mother never gave my father.

I loved that I had a say in this as much as he did.

Carlos wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in, forcing me to meet his every thrust in the middle. When his hard-as-fuck cock lunges through me, completely destroying all my thoughts, all I can think about is his thighs slapping the back of mine, making those loud clap sounds that unfurl something in my abdomen.

“Oh, God! Carl, I’m so close. So close.”

Carlos growls, fucking me harder, pushing my head down and giving me a few more sloppy thrusts before finally letting go.

“Oh, fuck!”

He grunts so loudly as he shoots all his cum deep into my core that I can feel the vibrations on the bathroom sink beneath my fingertips. I let out my own squeal of sheer pleasure as I reach orgasm for the second time, and my legs shake violently, unable to support my weight.

“Fuck!”

Before my knees hit the wet floor, Carlos pulls me back to my feet.

He laughs lazily, nuzzling his face against my neck. “Em, you’re still so delicate.” While caressing my nape, he hums and exhales erratically. “I can’t help but fuck you hard.”

I grin giddily at him through the mirror. “I can’t help but wish for more.”

He chuckles softly, rolling my nipples between his fingers and gently tugging at them.

I let out a sigh, trying to calm down the wild dance of my own breathing.

“Come on, now!” He cleans me, picks me up in his arms, and carries me back to the bed, utterly aware that I would be incapable of anything after two intense orgasms in a row.

Carlos gently lays my tired body on the bed, his touch sending shivers down my spine. As he covers me with the warm sheets, I feel a sense of comfort wash over me. But even as I try to rest, my mind is racing with the realization that I’m running late for work.

“Rest now!” Carlos whispers, his lips brushing softly against mine, and I can feel the warmth of his smile. “I’ll let your boss know you’re running late.”

I let out a small scoff, trying to muster up some energy to joke back. “I’m hoping he won’t mind if I take the day off instead. I’m totally exhausted.”

Carlos’s eyes darken with concern as he brushes away the wet curls from my face. “I’m sure he’ll understand,” he says, his voice low and soothing. “You need to rest.”

He stands up and moves towards the door, pausing before turning back to me. “And if he doesn’t understand, I’ll make sure he does.”