Page 30 of Hello Kitten

“That’s not—”

He rubs his cock over my pussy, wet with saliva and my own juices, and growls low in my ear. The same growl I fantasizeabout in class every single day. “Tell me you don’t want me, honestly. I’m listening.”

Another out. Another option. All it takes is four words. I count them, memorize them, but I can’t make them leave my tongue. Adrian slides half into me, making me moan. “Tell me.”

“I want you,” I breathe, unable to lie when I feel him all over me. “Sir, Ineedyou.”

“Good girl,” he moans in my ear as he sinks all the way into me. He nibbles my earlobe. “Stop pushing me away. Be greedy. We both know I will be.”

My eyelashes flutter as he draws back and thrusts into me again. I can’t move in this position. I can only take it, can only feeleverything. And feelingeverythingjust makes me want more.

“Yes, sir,” I pant.

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Adrian’s fingers dig into my skin as holds me down. He growls and grunts above me as he slams into me again and again. I gasp and pant, clawing the sheets, unable to move, barely able to breathe as he collars my throat and bites my jaw.

“How many times do I have to fuck you until you obey?”

“Maybe one ...” I hiss between my teeth as he fills me completely and rolls his hips. “One more.”

“One more, huh?” he demands, gripping my throat harder. “I think it’s always going to be one more. I think you like being a disobedient brat.”

He draws out and spanks me hard, layering pain over the lingering bruises from yesterday. Thrust and spank, thrust and spank, over and over, matching how he squeezes and releases my throat.

“You can be as naughty as you want,” he snarls. “Since you make such sweet sounds when you take your punishment.”

“Fuck,” I hiss.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“I want to touch you,” I whine.

“Naughty kittens don’t make demands,” he says, gripping my throat harder.

I feel his palm around my neck every time I breathe and he pulls me back a bit. “Obey me. Tell me how much you love having me inside you.”

My throat tightens as I give in. “You feel so good, sir,” I say. “So good. Please don’t stop!”

He thrusts harder, holds me down and groans. “Take it, give up control. I got you.”

“Adrian!” I yell.

He groans with me and increases the pace. He moves ferally, like we haven’t done this in years and he’s been waiting to get his hands on me. Like he can’t wait another second to come and that’s all he can focus on.

I love every second of it, even if I’m almost afraid of this level of intensity. When I come, he buries himself deeper in me, pushing down on my back as he fucks me even harder. I try to squirm, try to get a better angle, but I can’t move at all.

“Adrian!”

He squeezes my throat, then pauses as he grunts. Shallowly thrusting as he finishes inside me. I shudder when he kisses the top of my head, then slides out of me, pushes my legs open.

Adrian tosses his head slightly, moving my legs, then stares at my pussy. “This is definitely better.”

“What do you mean?” Iask softly.

“With my cum leaking out of you—that’s when your pussy looks best,” he decides.

“Ah, so that’s the end goal now?” I tease.

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