Page 77 of Tarnished Reign

She shakes her head, then shrugs slender shoulders. “Maybe a little. But I want you. I want to feel good the way I did last night. I’ve never felt anything like it in my life.”

I take hold of her face in my hands and study her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I need to feel you,” she whispers.

Christ. I circle her clit, and she sighs, her head dropping back and her tits sticking out.

I work her until she’s grinding her pussy down against my stomach, and her swollen little clit is sticking out. Then I pull her down my body and tell her to raise herself up.

She does and I grasp my dick. “Sit on my cock,” I order.

Slowly, she sinks down on me, and I want this to be where I am every minute of every day. Seated inside her.

Her mouth parts as she takes me inside herself. I look down and watch her pussy struggling to take me, flaring around me, and then managing as with a grunt of effort she seats herself fully on me.

“Good girl,” I say. “Now work yourself on me, the way you want to.”

“I want to feel that place I felt last night. When I thought I was going to faint, or pee myself. But then it just felt so, so good.”

“Move around until you feel it,” I say as I use my thumb to continue working her clit.

She swivels her hips. And does it again and again. I smile at the expression of pure concentration on her face.

But then she finds that place because her eyes widen, and she lets out a breathy oooh.

She works herself on me, but her face gets tighter and tighter. “I can’t make it feel the same way,” she moans.

I grab her hips and hold her up, and then piston into her. I fuck her hard. Harder than I have before. “Play with your tits. Pinch your nipples,” I order.

She does, her eyes dropping closed as her legs begin to tremble, and her pinching becomes erratic.

I’m desperate to blow my load, but I won’t come until she does. I angle her a little more the way I want her and thrust harder and faster. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and spots of color highlight her cheeks.

“Look at me,” I demand.

I need her gaze on me when she comes. Need to see what she’s feeling. She does as I say, and her gaze is almost scared as she falls over the edge, coming hard and gushing all over me.

Fuck me, I can’t hold back, and I lose myself in her. I come so hard it’s almost painful.

Then I crush her to me as she collapses on me. We lay there, panting together. Both of us sweaty messes. Instead of the usual slight distaste at the whole act that I often feel immediately after sex, all I can think is that I want to go again.

I need to be inside her again.

And again.

I’m utterly screwed because my cunning master plan has backfired.

Adriana might become addicted to me fucking her, or she might not, but it doesn’t matter because I’m addicted.

Totally and utterly head over heels fucking addicted.

I’m lost.

To this.

To her.

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