Page 33 of Hello Kitten

I’m so hot. I fan my face and groan. I could just go upstairs. So what if my family notices. I have a vibrator I can enjoy. A vibrator I should get used to. Another soft sigh leaves my throat.

“Didn’t want to wait?” Adrian’s low, commanding voice echoes down the hallway.

I gaze over at him and hike my dress higher. “Someone else touched me tonight and all you did was laugh.”

“And all you did was threaten to steal his yacht,” he says while sauntering towards me. He presses his body to mine and sighs in my ear. “I bet you’d do it too.”

“He’s all talk,” I grumble.

“Just like I know he spent almost all of dinner staring down your dress,” Adrian says in my ear. “Everything under your dress is mine.”

“I thought it was mine,” I breathe.

He draws back to meet my eyes and arches an eyebrow. I stroke along the deep neckline of my dress. “My tits, my ass, my pussy.”

“And who has left marks on your tits, your ass, and filled your pussy with cum, kitten?” he croons, brushing his lips over mine. “That means Iownyou, all of you. Every inch of you.”

I part my lips against his, but rub his side. I grin just as he tries to kiss me. “Prove it.”

He growls, low in his throat, tangles his hand in my hair and kisses me hard and deep. Anytime I try to lick his tongue, he draws back, teasing me. I release him to pull my dress up and he groans. “Stop teasing.”

“Stop stalling,” I dare.

He grips my thigh, wraps it around his waist. “If you want something, say it.”

“I was sassy,” I murmur against his neck before kissing. “I was prickly with everyone but you,” Another kiss. “And I threatened to steal a boat.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I was promised something for that. I’m going to collect. But, if you’re too scared to do it now, just like you’re too scared to fantasize in class, then I’m going to have to go back to the table and drink more,” I say.

“Right here, huh?”

“Scared?”

He spins me, jerks my dress up, then swats my ass. I gasp when he does it again. I roll my hips back against him, feeling how hard he is. It takes less than ten seconds for him to fill me once I hear the jingle of his belt.

I gasp, then cover my mouth as he thrusts into me again. He growls in my ear. “You think I don’t fantasize about you?”

“You can’t,professor,” I moan.

“I can and do. Every day I see you,” he snarls. “I jerk off thinking of you.”

He fucks me fast and deep, his hand pressed against the wall by my head. I have to cover my own mouth, but slide my hand over his as he pushes my dress up to cup my breast, squeeze. He can’t resist touching me. Can’t stop and I don’t want him to.

“The things I’m going to do to you once we get upstairs will make this look like nothing,” he snarls in my ear. “But when I finish inside you ...”

“Fuck,” I breathe.

“We’re going back to the table to finish dinner,” he snarls.

“Please. I need your fingers too. Please. Please,” I beg.

“Show me, kitten,” he orders.

I move his hand down to my clit and we moan together once he starts circling his fingers on me. My eyes roll back as Adrian keeps slamming into me, keeps touching me, keeps panting in my ear until I’m afraid I’m going to scream.

“You better finish fast. Someone might get curious,” he hisses. “And the sounds you make when you come, your body exposed like this ... it’smine.”

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