Page 24 of Hello Kitten

My parents’ focus goes back to my sister and Mark, asking about their vows, and Adrian’s fingers tease lower, and thrust inside me. I quickly take a bite from my desert to muffle my moan, pretending to listen as my mom asks my sister how she’s going to handle the next few days.

Another thrust, nudging against that sweet spot inside me. My thighs clench around his wrist, but he doesn’t stop, and I don’t want him to.

He leans closer, his lips trailing over my ear as he whispers. “Good little kitten.” His touch leaves, and he dips fingers into whipped cream and sucks them clean while watching me.

“It was a really long drive, and I’m feeling tired,” I say to the table, unable to let my gaze wander away from Adrian’s.

“Of course, go get some sleep. We’ll see you tomorrow. Sarah still needs some origami done,” my mother dismisses with a wave of her hand.

Adrian walks with me slowly, not rushing a thing until we get to the elevator. He presses the button and undoes the top twobuttons on his shirt and clears his throat. “My tattoos don’t have meanings. I see something I like, and I get it.” He stares at me, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“After the first three, I realized that tattoos with meanings are great, but I like decorating my body however I want.”

“That’s…” I clear my throat, not daring to let his words get to me. “Good?” I ask, confused.

He gives me a devilish smirk. “Are you drunk, Emily?”

“No?”

He tugs me closer. “Sober?”

“More sober than I thought possible with my family.” I run my hands over his arms. “Are you going to show me your tattoos?”

“I’m making sure you’re going to remember them instead of just thinking about all the ways Ihaveandcanfuck you,” he growls and before I can stutter out a reply, he pulls me to the elevator. “Don’t pretend that’s not what you do during class. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Well, the lecture hall just has so many options and I remember us against a wall and how you use your mouth and—”

“You don’t have to remember,” he says. “You were a good girl and that means we’re going to thoroughly enjoy tonight.”

“We are?”

“You’re not going to be able to go to origami. Your ass is going to be red and you’re going to be exhausted,” Adrian promises as the elevator opens on our floor.

His strides are with purpose and his grip doesn’t loosen. The second we get in the room, he gives the tie around my neck a tug, dropping my dress around my ankles so I’m entirely naked and on display.

He groans and motions to his shirt. “Strip me.”

I obey without question, undoing the buttons on his shirt until I stand on my toes to rip it off him.

“My pants too. Get on your knees.”

Sliding to my knees, I keep my eyes on him as I undo his belt and jerk it through the belt loops in one go.

His fingers graze over my cheek before they intertwine in my hair. “Such an eager kitten.”

I pop his button, drag the zipper down, but don’t strip him right away. I run my fingers over his hard cock again and again until he tightens his hand in my hair and pulls me against his hip. “Strip. Me. Kitten.”

A smile tugs on my lips as I drag down his pants and boxers until they pool around his feet. His cock is right there, hard and ready. Bigger than I remember. I take an unsteady exhale and look up at Adrian hopefully.

“Yes?” he asks. “Use your words.”

“I want to taste you, sir.”

He tilts his head to the side. “What’s stopping you?” he asks in a low, husky voice.

I gulp as I take his cock in my hand, and drag my grip slowly down as I inch closer. Flicking my tongue over the head as Adrian hisses. I peek up, teasing him with my tongue as I dragit over the length. The grip in my hair tenses and as my lips part for another stroke he thrusts inside me, until I feel him at the back of my throat. My eyes widen, my jaw hurts as I stare up at him.

“I’m in charge, kitten. Remember that.”

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