Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 65

Then the other side of my head-butted in. "What about your girlfriend?" I said, trying to sound stern, but I knew it had come out as a weak and pathetic. His hands were either side of my face now.

"I don't think you give any more of a fuck about my girlfriend, that is if I have one, than I do about your boyfriend," he said.

The harshness of that jolted me back to reality for just a moment. That wasn't true, was it? In the same instance, I gasped realising what he was going to do.

My eyes widened as I watched his hands go down again to my top. They moved fast but it still felt like slow motion to me.

My hands rose to stop him but again I allowed him to easily brush them away and they fell limply to my sides.

"No," I whispered but he made no reaction to my feeble protest. Very slowly and deliberately his fingers slipped the remaining two buttons open. For a moment he held the two now separated sides of the top together.

I held my breath and then with a smile, he opened it, revealing my tits.

"You have beautiful breasts," he said, looking down for just a moment and instantly cupping them in his hands.

I once again found that I was delighted at what he had said and his fingers touching them brought them instantly alive. Every gentle touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. From far away a thought wandered through my mind that I should be angry or at least self-conscious about what he was doing but I was not.

Slowly his hands caressed my chest, one hand on each bare breast.

"Is that nice," he asked softly.

"Yes," I whispered "but..."

The "but" had been meant to be another attempt to protest, but on the other hand, I felt I might just as easily added; that what he was doing was beyond nice.

However, he had talked over me anyway, so whichever comment I would have made was lost.

My whole mind wanting, aching for his touch. My arms were still on his shoulders, but as we kissed the pressure on his shoulders fell to almost nothing.

His kiss pressed hard against my face, his lips gulping wide, eager to consume my mouth. For a moment I did not respond, and this caused our mouths to part and Mike to stare hard at me.

I found the strength to tense my arms again, to hold him away and I went to speak but he placed a finger on my lips.

"Sssssshhhhhh," he said, and I was silent. His finger ran down my mouth flicking it open.

"No," I murmured but it was really to myself, a comment on the way my feeble resistance was withering. my arms fell to my sides, and when Mike came in for a repeat kiss, I could not help but respond. My lips matched his own's eagerness, as we shared a long passionate kiss.

This time when mike pulled back, I wanted more. My hand came around the back of his neck and pulled his head towards me, making him kiss me again.