Page 26 of Hello Kitten

His pace steadies, as he takes what he wants, and I drift on this pleasurable cloud. Giving myself completely to him, to be his.

He mumbles something I can’t hear and slides out of me.

“Taste yourself on me, lick it all up. Clean up the mess you made on my cock,” he orders and I scamper to my knees.

My body feels weak, exhausted but I love it. I love how he orders me, says what he wants and needs, while giving me so much more in return.

Teasing the head of his cock with my tongue, tasting us together as I look up at him. See how his green eyes darken, how lust is edged on his features, how his muscles ripple as I wrap my lips around his cock and take him deep.

My cheeks hollow, as I pick a pace, building up fraction as his balls tighten. His hand curves around my neck as a grin paints on his lips.

He forces me to take him deeper, and I gag around him, but he doesn’t stop. As he makes the rules.

I swallow, and my gag reflex fades, just in time as he empties himself down my throat and across my tongue.

He slumps back and takes me with him. Keeping me snuggled against him as his lips tease mine, kissing me slowly. “I like rewarding you.”

“I didn’t even have to get drunk,” I sigh.

He chuckles and the strength in my legs return. He looks at me as if he knows what I’m thinking. His grip loosens. “It’s okay,” he whispers and I crawl out of bed, and head into the bathroom.

I don’t want to think about it, I want to stay on that cloud. But I never let go, I never trusted the other enough to give myself like that. And as if Adrian knows me better than I know myself, he knows I need a moment.

Turning on the shower, I wait a second for it to have the right temperature and get in.

As the hot water coats me, I realize I’ve just slept with my professor ... again. I lean against the wall, then beat my forehead against the tile.

I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t be showing him off to my family. I shouldn’t be dragging him through this when I haven’t even introducedrealboyfriends to my family.

What the fuck am I doing?

Having fun. Making the best of a wedding. I’m going with the flow and enjoying it,I tell myself.

“Overthinking already, Emily?” Adrian asks as his hands slide over my hips. He kisses across the back of my neck. “For someone so smart, you think in circles a lot.”

“Your fault,”I grumble.

“What a shame. I guess that means all I can do is clean you up instead of fucking you again,” he sighs.

There’s no way I can say no toAdrian Hayeswhen he’s offering to fuck me. I’d have to be someone else.

I turn around, rub myself against him and kiss him hungrily, trying to erase the bad thoughts, even though what I’m doing is way worse.

He picks me up, pushes me against the wall and eases into me. Thrusting slowly, then harder, deeper, faster. My moans and whimpers echo off the tile walls.

“Yes, kitten. You’re allowed to be loud. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he whispers.

My body caged by his, as his heavy breathing and groans fill my ear. My legs crawl up, heels digging into his ass as I moan his name over and over until my strength fades. I wail through my orgasm, my walls clamping over his cock and he pulls out, his cum painting my thighs as the water washes it away.

His hold softens, his breath evens as he glides out of me, carefully putting me back on my feet as my knees still feel wobbly.

“I got you, kitten,” he muses, his lips trailing over my jaw and as he uses his hands to clean the mess he made, he places soft pecks on my cheek as I bask in my after orgasm high.

The water turns off and he dries my body with a fluffy towel. His touch is caring and gentle, and it becomes almost too much.

He’s quick, wrapping his arms around me, lifting me up and moving us to the bedroom.

I sigh and squirm as he puts me under the covers. Adrian chuckles with a slow shake of his head as he walks into the bathroom, and settle in, more than ready to get some sleep when my phone rings. My hand pats around the covers and I groan as I can’t find it. The light of the screen lures me to my side and I quickly grab it from the bedside table. My nose wrinkle as I notice the seven missed texts from Beth, two from Danielle, and one from my mother telling me to put some distance between me and my boyfriend. I’ll never understand how my relationship with my mother got this way, how I deserve this. But I gave up a long time ago.

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