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“Oh my darling,” Emma whispered in a voice so husky that it was no whisper at all. “Your tongue… I have to feel that wet tongue on my clit… that’s it, dear… that’s what you’re good for… it feels so wonderful inside… oh, that’s all you should ever use your tongue for…”
But Kitty wasn’t the only one hearing Emma’s impassioned words. Scott had been standing outside the door for several minutes, his head inclined towards it so that he could pick up every gasp and sigh, while not so close that his ear was pressed up against it—if someone happened upon it, he could act as if he were trying the door and just discovering it were locked.
Not that it was locked, or that anyone was likely to happen upon him with Emma radiating go away brainwaves. Scott wasn’t sure if he was included in that category or if they’d been together for so long that he was immune to such a low-level use of power. In fact, he’d probably erred by letting things progress this far, allowing Emma to get into the act to the point that she would resent his interruption, but the pleasure of listening in on Emma with her oh-so-willing victim gave him pause. He couldn’t see them, but the sounds of their lovemaking and Emma’s domineering words were enough to stiffen his cock immensely. Even then, he heard a series of little squeals, obviously one of them achieving orgasm. He took a deep breath, then burst into the room.
