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Streamers and a Stud: Ch. 16 (Preview)
🕑 Added 2024-01-29 05:34:33 +0000 UTCThis is an in-progress update to chapter sixteen of Streamers and a Stud.
Author's note: The preview post kind of slipped my mind. Been so focused on the finish line, so that's my bad. What's posted here is only part of what I have completed. Kind of half of it. The rest is not fully edited, so it worked out as far as a preview goes. Also, you guys voted to keep Michael in a coma, and that will be covered in the full version of #16 as well. Got a really hot scene for that, and I can't wait for Josh to get back to LA to take advantage. As always, you guys tend to choose the hottest options, so I thank you for not leading me astray, but we've got some business to take of in Austin first. Emi will have at least one more full chapter dedicated to her in #17. Jodi will follow her, and her arc is a bit fucking wild, so there might.. MIGHT.. be a full chapter dedicated to Josh's four.. or five.. girls. Who knows what will happen with Emi? Not you. Not yet. Soon, maybe. Probably. Okay, I'm delirious from writing all day. Good night
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“What the hell?” Emiru replied instantly, doing her best to conceal her flushed cheeks. She thought that mentioning her boyfriend might keep Josh and his fat cock at bay, but he didn’t waste a single breath of air before, yet again, taking the conversation too far.
Josh expressed his dissatisfaction by shaking his head. “Jesus, what now? That's one of the tamest fucking questions I could’ve started with.”
“No, it's too far,” Emi argued, doing her best to temper Josh’s expectations of their little arrangement. “Way too far. You’re still a stranger! And you don't need to know that kind of stuff to help me.”
Her reluctance wasn’t for nothing. Emi had, in fact, been spanked before. Not by Mizkif, but by an ex-girlfriend. An old lover that introduced a paddle into their relationship. She only ever used it on Emi a few times, but it was still a bizarre experience that was ingrained into Emi’s core memories. Despite being able to answer Josh with an interesting response, she wasn't about to reveal that information to an opportunistic fuckboy.
“Are you really that much of a prude?” Josh asked her with growing irritation. “It’s just a question. Fucking words! Who gives a shit? No wonder your boyfriend can't keep it up. Jesus!”
Emi let out a slack-jawed gasp. In Josh’s sudden attitude change, her awareness of the whole situation became heightened.
Josh, the handsome prick of a stranger, stood there with his belt undone, only a foot away from her bed. He towered over her as she laid in her bed, surely capable of doing anything and everything he wanted to her, even if she resisted. When she resisted, that is. Because, of course, she would resist. The outline of his tree trunk cock could still be seen through his jeans, which thoroughly annoyed Emi. It’s like he was bragging just by standing there, and suddenly, a voice echoed through her head.
Just.. stay away from him, okay?
Fucking hell. The angel on her shoulder was reminding her of her boyfriend’s recent request. As if she didn't have enough on her mind at the moment. Though, it had been his only request, borne of his personal insecurities, and she was already ignoring him.
It was safe to say that Mizkif would not be ecstatic to find Josh inside of her bedroom. He’d surely never let her forget about it, either. Years could pass without incident and he’d still probably bring it up just to annoy her. Just like he did with that dude in Tampa.
A few members of OTK had gone to Florida for a convention the year prior, and they met a guy who ended up being pretty cool, so he hung around after the convention and went bar hopping with them. At the end of the night, the guy exchanged phone numbers with Esfand, and then asked Emi for hers as well. Seeing how Esfand didn’t hesitate to provide his, Emi saw no reason to either and proceeded to give him her number.
Right next to Mizkif.
Her boyfriend was infuriatingly passive-aggressive on the drive home and for a few days after as well. Since that encounter, he took every opportunity to ask if she wanted to give out her phone number to any slightly attractive man they came across.
Emiru had to avoid that at all costs.
Just then, the impatient stud snapped his fingers in Emi’s face and brought her back to reality. “Hello? Anyone fucking home?”
“Uh, fuck you,” Emi finally grunted back. Despite promising to succumb to his sexual guidance, she just couldn't do it. Not easily, anyway. “Don't talk to me like that. Like one of the whores you've fucked in the past week. I’m not them. Don’t you ever fucking confuse me for one of them.”
“Fat chance of that happening,” Josh replied with a scoff. “They were actually fucking memorable.”
Emi’s hostility was on high at the moment, but his comment actually stung her pride. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked out of genuine curiosity. She didn’t want to need his validation, but she did. At least a little bit of it.
“What I mean is.. you’re fucking bland, and the girls I’ve been with weren’t. Those were babes. I mean, you’re complaining about not keeping Miz hard, but your problem is right in front of you. Think about it. What’s more interesting to a guy? A broad who won’t answer a simple question? Or a smoking hot slut who’s not afraid to act like a whore?”
Everything was fucking sexual to this dude, but Emi gave him some leeway since their conversation was based around her frustrations in the bedroom.
When she didn’t answer right away, Josh continued. “A whore sticks in a guy’s head for weeks. Months, even. If she’s good enough. Just thinking about the things I did to that last one.. haha. That’s enough to get me hard. But you! Fucking hell. I’m starting to think you couldn’t get me hard even if you wanted to.”
Emiru’s inner turmoil was bubbling with anger. She was frustrated with Josh’s constant teasing, with her boyfriend’s soft fucking dick and temper tandrums, with her pussy that kept gushing every time she glanced down at Josh's bulge, and most importantly, with herself.
She didn’t want to be a prude. She wasn’t a prude. Not at heart. She made fun of prudes and Karens and teacher’s pets and brown nosers all her life.
She was just trying to be loyal to her boyfriend. That didn’t make her a prude.
Did it?
“Stop fucking lying,” Emi barked back. She wasn’t going to take his bullshit. She emphasized her next sentence by directing her eyes down towards Josh's obvious bulge. “I can literally see how hard you are right now! And you've been like that for a while! Not.. not that I’ve been looking, but it’s just obvious. You're hard just from talking to me, and I’m not even trying to turn you on. I’m just sitting here!”
Josh looked down at his own groin and laughed. He paused for a moment and decided his next move felt right. Enough time had been wasted.
With one swift movement, he lowered his jeans and his briefs down to his ankles, releasing his kraken of a cock.
True to his word, his dick didn't appear to be hard, but Emi’s eyes were glued to it still. The impressive girth, the way it hung low from its own weight, the fucking length.. it was hard not to stare. He was definitely a shower, and she cursed herself for egging him on so much. He called her stupid bluff. Why she thought he wouldn’t now seemed like a moronic assumption.
Even in his semi erect state, it was still the biggest dick she had ever laid eyes on.
“Uhhh,” she hesitated. She wanted to scream. Her brain was shouting at her to scream. But doing so might force Josh to conceal his massive dick and her body physically prevented that from happening. In a moment of fight or flight, she froze.
He slowly began to swing his dick side to side, and he watched as Emi’s eyes followed it ever so slightly. The moment reminded him of his second day at the streamer home in Los Angeles. He had revealed himself to the girls and watched their eyes mimic what Emiru’s were doing now.
He’d come a long way since then, but his work wasn’t even close to being completed.
“Believe it or not, it gets bigger,” Josh added, knowing full well that his words might not even be heard by the stunlocked girl.
She did hear him though. “I believe you,” she mumbled. Emi could clearly tell he wasn’t at full mast. It was a big fucking dick, but there was an obvious limp to it. She could see his cock veins, but they weren’t popping out with anger.
It had the potential to be more. So much more. And that potential scared her.
“Yeah?” Josh asked.
“Yeah,” Emi mumbled back. “I bet it gets so much bigger.”
“Bigger than your boyfriend’s?” Josh teased.
Emi was mesmerized, but she was still herself. “Fuck off,” she replied without looking away. Of course this egotistical prick wanted her to belittle her own boyfriend.
Josh chuckled in response. “You know, it won’t get bigger on its own. I’m not a little boy who cums in his tighty-whities every time he sees a pair of boobs.”
Emi swallowed hard. He was right. He wasn’t a little boy. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
“Do you want to see how big it can get?” Josh asked her. He had to keep the momentum going.
After a brief pause, Emi nodded her head subtly.
“Then you’ll have to get it hard to find out, and honestly? I don’t think you can.”
This time, Emi didn't reply right away. She looked up at him with annoyance splattered across her face. “I'm not new to this, okay? I can fucking get you hard. And it would be so easy.”
Her sexual nature was being questioned, which wouldn’t have been a big deal if the guy questioning her wasn’t some freakishly attractive hunk. She had to stick up for herself.
“Your ego is fucking insane,” Josh began to say with a laugh. “We were just talking about you not finishing your boyfriend off. If I had a girlfriend who wasn't cumming her brains out every time we fucked, my confidence would be in shambles. I wouldn’t be talking myself up like you’re doing.”
Emi furrowed her brows. “Oh my fuckkkk. I told you, it could just be him! With the.. you know, the steroids stuff.”
“Prove it then,” Josh replied immediately, as if he knew what Emi would say. As if he lead her to this exact point in the conversation with a fucking dog leash.
“Prove it?” she asked with a hesitant glance towards his girthy cock. She knew what he meant, but asking bought her some time to think.
“Yeah,” Josh replied as he raised one foot in the air to start removing his jeans and briefs completely. Emi watched as the stranger confidently undressed his lower half. She couldn’t believe how comfortable he was getting. It was surreal to see someone taking such liberties around her, and yet, at the same time, it was kind of nice meeting someone who didn’t care. Someone who immediately matched her antagonistic humor and her blunt mannerisms. He was so fucking straightforward, not putting a single ounce of thought into how he was perceived.
“You shouldn’t..” she began to say before shutting up. He wasn’t going to listen to her, and she wasn’t sure if she even wanted him to.
In truth, Emi envied his confidence. She couldn’t help but notice the way his dick swung as he removed his clothes. He was just undressing and still, she was drooling over him. His fucking balls swung with his movements, too. Fuck, they were big. They hung low, like two baseballs in a sack. She immediately wondered how much cum those things could store, and the probable answer was intimidating.
One thing was for sure: satisfying a man like this would leave her in ruins, and the idea left her half terrified and half enthralled.
In her distracted state, she didn’t notice the pair of pants hurling towards her. They struck her right in the face before she could even flinch, and that brought her out of her trance.
Emi quickly flung them off her head and to the side. “Asshole,” she remarked as Josh chuckled at her. "You know, you don’t have to be as big of a dick as the one between your legs, right?”
Josh gave her a confident smirk, but didn’t reply. Instead, he grabbed her by her two shins and pulled her to the edge of the bed, positioning her exactly where he wanted.
“Whoa!” she blurted out at the sudden movement. She was surprised how easily he adjusted her whole body. “I’m fucking delicate, prick. You think you can do whatever you want just because your dick is big?”
“You love talking about how big I am, don’t you?” Josh teased.
“Uh, wha– no.. get over yourself,” Emi fumbled out, realizing that she had mentioned his size a little too much. “You’re just putting it right in my face.. so it’s hard not to notice.. the size, uh..”
Josh ignored her and took a seat on the edge of the bed, right next to her. He wrapped his left arm around her neck and rested it on her shoulder, with his hand grazing her boob.
Emiru could now feel her heart beating. She was being so passive, letting Josh do and say whatever he wanted, but nothing had gone too far yet. She could’ve still claimed ignorance up to this point.
But now, he was touching her. And not just to shove her out of the way or hold her back from retrieving her journal. Things were moving fast.
There was a momentary pause. Emi knew what Josh expected her to do, and he didn’t need to say anything further. They both understood what the ‘prove it’ challenge meant.
Emi looked at him in the eyes briefly and then down at his cock. She hated how much attention it demanded from her. It was harder and longer than before, but still not at full mast. She bit her lip and took a moment to appreciate its features. The bulging head that was making her mouth salivate. The impossibly thick girth that had no chance of fitting in her throat or her cunt. It was an utter monster waiting to attack. She could see it move and twitch and grow.
“You know,” Emi began to say, “I should.. I should really just kick you out of my room. You’re a total, complete stranger, and you’re fucking naked. People get arrested for stuff like that.”
“Your eyes were begging me to take it out,” Josh retorted. “And I’m a sucker for begging.”
Emi shook her head without breaking eye contact with his cock. “I wasn’t begging.”
“Your eyes were.”
“Uhh,” Emi stuttered. “Well, you didn’t have to freaking listen to them. They have a mind of their own.”
“Didn’t just happen once, though. You’ve been staring at my cock all night,” Josh replied. “Just like you’re doing now.”
Emi’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. She was indeed staring at his cock, and she wasn’t hiding that fact. Even as he called her out on it, she didn’t want to look away.
The hesitancy was boring, so Josh slowly reached over and grabbed Emi’s right hand. With no resistance from the small streamer, he brought it over and rested it at the base of his cock.
Without instruction, she wrapped her delicate fingers around it, propping it up and making it appear that much more intimidating. Her mouth hung open, allowing her breathy respirations to escape freely.
Emi was even more impressed now that she could feel the humongous fuck tool. The upper portion of his fat cock spilled over her edge of her hand. “I can barely even wrap my hand halfway around it. What the hell,” she mumbled as she kept a tight grip on his fat cock. She could feel it pulse in her hand.
“How does it feel?” Josh asked her.
“Uhhh, hah.. oh,” she marveled. “It feels.. big. Reallllllly big, and uh.. strong.”
Josh smirked. “Stroke it then, slut. Make it grow.”
Emi flinched at his crude remark. “I’m not a slut,” she whispered, but still, she did as she was told. She began to move her hand up and down, slowly at first, but her movement gained speed as she became more comfortable. Josh took this opportunity to massage her left tit over her crop top. His massive hand was a good match for Emi’s large chest, so it fit perfectly in his palm. If anything, her boobs were a bit bigger than one hand could handle, but Josh certainly wasn’t complaining.
“How are you so big?” Emi pondered. She wasn’t even trying to coddle his ego; she was genuinely curious. “It’s so heavy to hold, and heh.. it keeps getting bigger..”
Josh smiled, thoroughly enjoying the touch of her small, soft hand. She had a firm hold on his cock and her strokes were long and deliberate.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
Emi finally broke her cock staring contest and looked up to meet Josh’s gaze. She hated seeing him so cocky, but she understood why he was. It was in the fucking word itself. Cocky. “You know I like it.. shut up,” she hissed.
With a smirk, he replied, “Of course you do. I knew you would. Do you want to know why?”
“Uh.. no, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”
“Because you’re a..”
“Don’t say slut, please,” Emi begged.
“I was going to say whore, but yeah, slut works too.”
“Ugh, I knew it. I’m.. I’m really not though,” Emi pouted as she watched precum ooze from Josh’s tip and lubricate his cockhead. Her tongue flicked in her mouth inadvertently, and she hated herself for it.
“You are. I pegged you for a whore the minute I met you.”
“No, you didn’t,” she replied with uncertainty. She was denying everything Josh said, despite the fact that her actions proved otherwise.
“Yes, I fucking did,” Josh reiterated, whispering into her ear as she continued jacking him off. “You are a whore, Emiru. A whoreeee. A fucking whore.”
Josh could see the impact his words had on the small streamer. Her breaths were audibly heavy, her thighs were clamped shut to prevent her wet pussy from marking the bed, and her nipples were as hard as bullets. He made sure to pinch them teasingly with his thumb and forefinger, and a moan escaped from her lips.
“What would your boyfriend say if he walked in right now?” he asked her.
Emi continued pumping his massive cock, but the question hit her like a semi-truck. The combination of being degraded and being reminded of her relationship was a little too much, and she was now acutely aware of his large hand groping her tits greedily.
“He’d throw a tantrum like he always does,” Emi mumbled back. Two years of a relationship was about to be thrown away. There was still time to resist. If she stopped right now, she could salvage her innocence. She could beg Josh to keep this all to himself and no one would ever have to know.
Josh could feel her strokes lose speed. “Hey, don’t slow down now. We’re just getting started, and my dick isn’t fully hard.”
“Well, maybe you should jerk yourself off then,” she replied coldly as she looked up and away from his cock. Emi was doing her best to avoid staring at the monster dick in her hand. If she didn’t, all of her resistance might melt away.
“You know, this is the problem with you,” Josh grunted out. His cock was aching. He wanted nothing more than to force Emiru to do what he wanted. He could throw her down and stuff his cock into her stupid fucking mouth so easily. She’d probably be fine with it, too, but there was always a chance that she wouldn’t be, and he couldn’t risk that. “You’re too serious. Guys don’t want a stuck-up bitch giving them a handjob. They want a whore. One who will beg to get facefucked until she passes out, and then give permission to fuck her ass until she wakes up.”
Emi's breath became deeper as she continued pumping Josh’s thick cock. “That’s not me, though.. I’m not a whore.. and I don’t.. I don’t want to get facefucked.”
“Then get used to tiny flaccid dicks. Just like your boyfriend’s,” Josh chastised her as she began to pout. “Because that’s all you’ll ever get. Big dicks like this are for good whores who do what they’re fucking told.”
Emi looked him in the eyes and pouted once more. She was sick of fighting and she was sick of soft cocks. “Tell me what to say, then. Just fucking tell me, and I’ll say it. What do stupid, ugly guys like you want to hear when they’re getting jacked off?”
Josh chuckled at her defiance, but he could basically see his verbal pressure finally push through her defenses. Had he finally broken her down?
“Tell how badly you want my cock. Tell me how much it turns you on.”
Emi swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
This was for the best. She had to learn how to satisfy a man properly, and dirty talk had a lot to do with that. Her sex life would be fucking amazing from now on and she’d begrudgingly thank Josh down the road for pushing her past her boundaries. Surely, surely.. this was necessary.
“I.. uh, I really, really, uh.. badly want your cock,” Emi murmured, stumbling over her words as she spoke. She sped up her strokes and reached over with her left hand to fondle his large balls as well. “It looks really great.. uhhh, and it’s turning me on.. a lot! It’s turning me on a lot.”
Josh had to fight back a frown from forming on his face. Despite his disappointment, he said nothing.
“I’m.. uhhh, super turned on,” Emi continued. “Yeah, for sure. And.. and, I love looking at your dick.. as I stroke it. It’s, um.. it’s big. I’m.. I’m stroking it with my right hand, and uhhh..”
“Jesus!” Josh shouted out, which startled Emi and forced her to retract her hands. “You’re not writing a fucking book report. Um, yes, my left hand is doing this and my right hand is blah blah blah, like what the fuck?”
Emi’s eyes widened in shock. She knew she wasn’t doing well, but still! She was jacking him off. That had to have felt good, right?
“Was that seriously you trying?” Josh asked in hopes that she was messing around.
Emi’s defiant nature quickly returned. “I fucking told you. I’m not a goddamn whore. I don’t have freaking years of experience talking like this!”
Josh looked at her and laughed. He shifted his left hand from her shoulder to the small of her back and then pushed her off the bed, forcing her to stand upright.
“You’re a fucking piece of work,” Josh belittled her as she found her footing.
Feeling dejected, Emi replied with, “And you’re a fucking asshole.”
“Hey, do you know how deep in some college pussy I could be in right now?” Josh asked her. “UT Austin is like five miles away. A few swipes on Tinder and I’d have a fucking threesome set up within the hour, but no. Instead, I’m here helping you.”
Emi had no rebuttal. She didn’t doubt his capabilities at all.
“That was an actual question,” Josh badgered her. “Answer it.”
Emi rolled her eyes at him. How far in some girl's pussy could he be in right now? “Balls deep,” she replied with a sigh.
“Balls deep, yes. Exactly fucking right. I could be balls deep in some freshman’s cunt right now, and she’d be thanking me for it.”
Again, Emi didn’t doubt him. Here he was getting a handjob from Emi and she was in a freaking long term relationship. Single Emi might not have put up as much of a fight.
“I was trying my fucking best, okay?” she replied in her own defense. “I want your help, dude, but I can’t be what I’m not.”
After a brief staredown, they both took heavy sighs.
She was right. She couldn’t just pretend to be a slut; she had to be transformed.
“I can make you into a whore,” Josh finally said, breaking the silence.
Emi was coming to realize that he used the words ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ pretty loosely. He clearly just meant being a good lover in bed for Miz. “A whore for my boyfriend, right?” she asked, just to be sure.
Josh shook his head though. “No, fuck that. A whore for me. I’m going to break you down and turn you into a fucking cumdump. My cumdump. I’ll train you until you’re basically a cheap prostitute, but without the pay. Maybe I’ll actually charge you to fuck me. Then, once you’ve learned your place and learned it well, Miz can have you back.”
Emi scoffed into a chuckle that dripped with disbelief. “You’re fucking crazy,” she blurted out. “No, more than that. You’re what happens when crazy people go insane.”
“Hey, if I teach you how to please me, just imagine how happy you can make Miz.”
“He’s not going to want me back if you turn me into your own personal whore!” Emi roared back, not realizing that her objection was based on her boyfriend’s perspective and not her own personal opinion. “He’ll probably break up with me if he ever finds out I was even touching your dick. He would definitely consider that cheating.”
“Well, he won’t hear it from me. I like messing around with you behind his back,” Josh gloated.
Emi rolled her eyes and let a smile slip. “Oh my god. Of course you like that. You’re an animal.”
“And you’re a cunt who doesn’t know when to stop talking and get on her knees.”
Emi stared at him and wished that he wasn’t such an arrogant asshole. She’d probably give in if he was even a tiny bit nicer. “So, okay. You’re a fucking scumbag who likes flirting with girls who are in relationships, you can’t take no for an answer, and you’re a sexist pig. Anything else I should know?”
Fuck. Josh could feel Emiru slipping through his fingers. He had to do something to reel her back in.
“I don’t think women should have rights,” he said plainly.
Fucking fuck. He doubled down.
“Uh, what?” Emi asked, shaking her head to try to understand what she just heard. “Women shouldn’t have rights?!”
“Yeah,” Josh confirmed. “In a perfect world, I wouldn’t have to keep arguing with you just to get some head. I’d just slap your face a few times, show you how weak you really are, force you down to your knees, and then we’d see how much cock can fit inside of your throat.”
Emi felt the hairs on her arms stand up. This guy was a fucking psycho. He was a walking red flag and everything about his dialogue was signaling Emi to run out of the room and not look back until she was safe.
But her cunt was on fire. The way he spoke about her like she was a slab of meat.. the way he described how he’d use her.. it was forcing her to stay still and get more answers.
“You’re talking about rape..” Emi finally replied.
“Ehh, not really. You’d enjoy it too, but it’s just a different kind of pleasure. Once I break you in, you’ll understand.”
“If you think I’ll actually let you do any of that, you should be in an insane asylum.”
Josh laughed at that one. “And who’s going to put me there? Are you going to call the police on me, Emiru?”
For whatever reason, she immediately responded by shaking her head. “No! Of course not. You’re.. I don’t know. You’re kind of okay to talk to, but if you fucking try anything, yes, maybe I will call the police! So don’t even think about it, mister.”
Josh looked at her for a bit, wondering if he should call her bluff. “You know, I could feel how hard your nipples were when I was calling you a whore,” Josh replied casually. He had a response for everything Emi said. “You liked it, and it doesn’t have to be this big deal that you’re making it out to be. Most women like being degraded. Slapped, spit on, spanked, you name it. Women love that shit. They love being used.”
“I don’t,” Emi replied right away. She was losing control of the conversation fast and had to regain some authority. “And even if I did, I’d only share that with my boyfriend. Some women like that submissive stuff, sure, but it’s only with people they trust! You take it way too far when you say women don’t deserve rights.”
Josh began to stroke his cock as he replied. “I think women don’t know what they want until they get it. The less respect you give them, the less opportunities they have to refuse what they really want.”
“And what’s that, Mr-All-Knowing-Big-Dicked-Psychopath? What do all women want?” Emi growled out.
“Cock,” Josh answered.
“Cock?”
“Cock.”
“And they want that more than they want rights and respect, huh?”
Josh nodded. “Exactly. If women were getting fucked properly on a daily basis, they wouldn’t get all stir crazy and get offended at everything. Like, if a secretary walks into the boss’s office to complain about being paid half of what her male coworker makes, the boss should be able to fuck her throat for an hour or two until she’s completely dumb and cock drunk. He gets a free blowjob, she gets a stomach full of cum, and the complaint is dismissed. Everyone wins.”
Emi could feel her pussy gush again, but she wasn’t going to listen this time. He couldn’t be rewarded for being an asshole anymore.
“You’re batshit insane, and I’m pretty sure you’ve raped women in the past, so I’m going to very politely ask you to get the fuck out of my room.”
“Awh, come on–”
“Now, Josh. I fucking mean it,” Emiru demanded. “You were fun to talk to, but it’s late and Miz could walk in at any moment.”
Josh could tell that she wasn’t messing around this time. He’d have to call it quits for now. There was always tomorrow, but not if he pushed his luck.
With two hands in the air, Josh conceded. “I tried my best, but you might be a lost cause. Let me know if you change your mind, slut.”
Emi faked a smile and rushed him out of her room after he put his pants back on.
As soon as she slammed the door shut, Emi leaned her back against it and slid to the floor. With a heavy sigh, she felt like she could breathe for the first time in the past hour. What the fuck was she doing giving Josh a handjob? Was he really going to keep it to himself?
It was a close fucking call. She almost gave into that beefy stranger. She wanted to so badly. Her body did, anyway, but her heart said no. Or perhaps it was the heavy sexist rhetoric that really threw her off.
All she knew was that she had betrayed her boyfriend’s trust, and she was still no closer to solving her relationship issues. In fact, they were probably worse off now. Josh had filled her mind with fucking nonsense, and images of his cock kept flashing randomly in her head.
It really was a nice fucking dick.
But she resisted it. Her hand was on it, and she managed to resist. Another huge sigh washed over her, but this was one of relief. She suddenly felt the urge to see her boyfriend.
Mizkif.
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