Page 122 of His Secret

“Yes,” I cry. “Yours. I’m yours, Adrian. I’ve always been yours.”

He makes a deep, throaty noise, his body shifting slightly. His hands caress my ass. “Mine.” They curve around my hips and travel down the fronts of my thighs. “Mine.” One hand touches my cock, fingers wrapping aroundit. “Mine.”

“Fuck. Yes. God. Please,” I beg.

He strokes me, smearing my pre-cum around my head. “God, you’re so hard.”

“For you,” I moan. “You make me so hard.”

Adrian releases me, but only to grab my waist and fuck me relentlessly. I replace his hand with my own, my body bent over the chair as he gives me everything he has.

His words are nonsensical. They don’t form cohesive sentences, but it wouldn’t matter if he was reciting poetry. I’m unable to focus on anything but my impending orgasm. It’s getting closer and closer.

I beg for more and more. I want it deeper. I want it harder. I want to feel him after he leaves. I want the memory of him to stay with me while he’s over there with her. I want to be able to convince myself that it’s me that he wants.

“Matías,” he moans, his breaths short and staccato. “Matías. Oh, god.”

“Yes, yes,” I cry, my fist flying up and down my shaft. “Come inside me. Give it to me, Adrian.”

“Oh shit,” he cries.

At the first twitch of his cock, my orgasm explodes out of me. “Fuck! Oh, god. I’m coming.”

His dick throbs and releases inside me as I bring myself to completion, completely unaware or concerned about where it’s going.

I drop my head onto my forearm that’s bent across the back of the chair, sweat dripping down the sides of my face as my cock drips onto the cushion below me.

Adrian’s body collapses on top of mine, breathing into my back before planting a few kisses there.

I lift my head slightly and catch sight of a car pulling into the driveway of their house. He pulls out slowly, unaware.

He lets out a breath, his fingers trailing over the curve of my ass.

I stand, my legs feeling boneless as I do.

I spot his wife exit the car, and when the door closes, it gets his attention too.

“Oh, shit,” he murmurs, stepping to the side.

“I don’t think she can see inside,” I say, but I move away as well.

He looks at me, searching my expression to see if seeing her has ruined this moment. At least that’s what I’m thinking. Has this amazing experience just been tainted by the arrival of his wife?

Adrian steps forward, hand cradling my face before his lips press a soft kiss to mine. He eases away, but continues to stare at me. There’s something in his expression. Words left unsaid, resting on his tongue. He gives me a small smile instead before turning to head to the bathroom.

CHAPTER FIFTY

ADRIAN

We realizedafter we cleaned up that Matías came on my pants, so we took some time to clean it up as best we could before getting dressed and heading downstairs.

I look at our abandoned glasses. “I guess we’ll need to try the whole drink thing another time,” I say.

His lips twitch. “I’m not mad about how it ended up.”

“Me neither.” I step closer and brace him between my arms as he leans against the kitchen counter. “I wish I didn’t have to leave.”

He starts to shake his head, his lips flattened into a line. “You don’t have to say it.”

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