Page 14 of Illicit Throne

I wrenched myself away, no matter how bad I wanted her. “Adriana...”

She grabbed me, kept me within reach, holding tight.

“I’ll process it,” she said. “And I’ll get over it. And I’ll be the best damn wife you could’ve ever asked for.”

I wanted to say something, but all I could do was kiss her back. Her warm lips on mine sent an electric thrill through my whole body, and I felt my cock begin to swell and harden as she whimpered and pressed her body against me.

“Tristan,” Adriana gasped my name as I pressed my body against hers, our hands roaming over one another with an urgency that left us both breathless.

“Adriana,” I whispered, my voice ragged as I buried my face in her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. I raked my teeth over her pulse and she groaned as I reached out to tweak her nipple. Fuck, I was dying to touch her–I’d been dying to touch her since I laid eyes on her at the party, gift-wrapped in that tight cocktail dress.

Maybe I should have fucked her after all.

But now I had more time, more wherewithal, and it was going to be fun.

She looped her arms around my neck, and I ran my fingers over the silky smooth feel of her panties. She was wearing a pair of satin pink panties that covered nothing at all, so the moment my fingers grazed across her trimmed patch of brown pubic hair, I felt her hips quiver. Pressing hard against her over and over again, I could feel her breathing quickening, her panties slick with arousal.

“Yes,” she moaned against my ear, and I growled again as I pressed my fingers against her pussy, finding it hot and dripping. I worked my fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties, teasing her for a little while as she bucked against me, whimpering and making soft little sounds of pleasure. She was ready and open when I thrust a finger inside, her plush lips parting in a silent scream.

“You’re so fucking tight, holy shit,” I said, pressing another finger into her.

She moaned my name as I rubbed her clit with my thumb and worked my fingers in and out of her tight little cunt. Biting down on my shoulder, she began to pant, breathing harder and harder until she was clutching onto me fiercely. Before long, I felt her whole body begin to quiver, and with a loud cry, she bucked hard against me as an orgasm ripped through her, sending her wetness flowing over my hand.

I thought I might finish right then and there even though I hadn’t even fucked her yet.

“You’re so fucking hot, I’m so close. I don’t know how long I can resist this,” I warned her. My cock was so hard that it almost hurt, and a trickle of pre-cum was sliding down the shaft. “You want me to...”

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, reaching down so she could stroke me through my pants. “I want you inside me.”

There was no way I was going to argue with her about that. I stood up, unfastened my pants, and let them fall onto the floor so they wouldn’t be in the way.

I didn’t waste any time getting out of my undershirt and getting rid of my boxers before I pounced on Adriana again, pressing her back onto the bed. I kissed her and she started kissing my neck and chest as I positioned myself between her thighs.

I hooked my thumbs into her panties and slid them down her tanned, gorgeous legs. When she lifted her hips to help me out that was the first moment I had seen just how wet she was yet–she’d left small, faint circles of moisture on the fabric. As soon as my cock slid against her dripping slit, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Are you ready?” I groaned, my hands buried in her hair as my cock slipped against her hot, wet pussy lips. I was desperate to feel myself inside of her, desperate to feel her tight little pussy clenching around my cock.

“Fuck, yes,” she replied. I slid inside her slowly at first, letting myself get used to the way she felt. She was so tight that it was almost painful and I hissed and groaned with pleasure as I thrust deeper into her, burying myself completely inside of her. I wrapped my arms around her, making sure she knew how fucking perfect she felt, shuddering as I began to fuck her harder and harder.

“Does that feel good?”

“So good,” she said. “Harder.”

The sound of her words threatened to send me over the edge.

I sat her up so we were eye to eye as I ravaged her against the headboard of my bed, fucking her hard as she whimpered and cried out. Her pussy clenched around me, my cock throbbing with heat as she wriggled and writhed under me, wrapping her legs tightly against my hips. My balls tight with pleasure, I felt them begin to draw up–I realized I wasn’t going to make it much longer.

“I’m going to come, Tristan,” she said. “Fuck, I’m going to–”

She fell apart under me, moaning as I felt her tight pussy begin to contract around my cock, a hot gush of wetness flowing over my balls. The sound of her orgasm, the feel of her pleasure...it was enough to make me lose it. My balls clenched and I thrust into her as much as I could as she moaned again while I bit down on her shoulder, filling her sweet little pussy with my cum. My vision was starting to blur as I gasped for air, trying to ride out the last few moments of pleasure that were flooding through me. I draped my torso over hers as we fought for breath, cum trickling out of Adriana’s tight, wet little pussy as we kissed and kissed again

“That was amazing,” she said when we broke apart, wrapping her arms around me. “Amazing.”

A couple of minutes later, I realized that my cock was still twitching and throbbing inside of her. She smiled at me as I rolled off her.

“We should eat,” I said. “You must be hungry.”

“Yes,” she replied, smiling at me. Any sadness that was there before looked to be replaced, though I wasn’t sure by what. “Let’s do that.”

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