Page 52 of Hello Kitten

A blush brightens my cheeks and Adrian chuckles. “Take what you want, Emily. I’ve done the same.”

“I will,” I say and graze my fingers over his chest. “Why so many tattoos?” I ask, changing the subject as his eyes stare down into my soul.

He shrugs. “I’ve told you about the meaningful ones at this point,” he answers. “The rest are just to appreciate art.”

“Very Oscar Wilde of you—appreciating art for art’s sake.”

Adrian grins. “We should take this to the couch.”

“Well I don’t know if you can move the fireplace,” I sass as I stand and adjust my skirt to show the thong in the back of my lingerie.

Adrian groans. “I’ll find a way.”

We laugh and tease each other on the couch until Adrian pulls my legs over his and rubs along my calf. I groan as he starts to massage me. “Adrian ...”

“Feel good, kitten?”

“After all your big talk before dinner, I didn’t expect you to be gentle.”

“We’re doing some of the aftercare first,” he hums, then jerks my legs towards him before folding my legs so my knees are back by my tits, just like he did at the hotel. He licks his lips. “I’d love to tie you up just like this. With your hands on your ankles, open for me to enjoy.”

“Oh, because you can’t handle it when my hands get involved? Not strong enough, professor?” I ask in a sassy sarcastic voice.

His eyes switch from soft and warm to intense and sharp in one go.

“I hope you don’t like this dress,” he says simply.

My mouth opens and closes before he grabs the thin, knitted fabric and rips it down the front. I gasp. He makes a pleased sound, then kisses me hungrily, devouring every moan I try to give him as he rips and pulls at my lingerie until I’m naked on his couch.

He climbs on top of me to hold my wrists above my head as he keeps kissing me. Just as I really get into his kisses, the way his body is moving on mine, he starts kissing down my body, telling me how tempting my cleavage is every day in class, how good I feel.

All I can do is moan, occasionally beg him for more until he reaches between us. “I don’t think you want my cock, kitten.”

“I do,” I whine. “Please, I want it. Please, Sir. Ineedyour cock. I’ve been aching for it since we had fun in your car. I need you to fuck me!”

He groans as his knuckle brushes over my clit. I know he’s undoing his pants, but I also know he’s teasing me, and I can’t take it. I arch, trying to rub myself against him. He chuckles. “You’re always the most submissive when I make you wait.”

“Please!” I complain. “I’m so wet for you, so empty.”

“And it’s my job to fill you, kitten. Let me take my time.”

Him taking his time is a special torture. It means that he keeps teasing me with almost coming, almost touches, things that drive me insane until he pulls my ankles over his shoulders, then fills me in one sure thrust.

I nearly come on the spot. I moan for him as my pussy stretches to take every thick inch of him. He groans and folds me over so our chests almost brush. He whispers against my lips. “I love how you take me, brat.”

He holds my legs in place and thrusts at a slow, even pace. I whimper and squirm, needing him faster and harder.

Adrian groans. “You take me so well, kitten. I’ll make you come. Let yourself enjoy it.”

“More!”

“Don’t be greedy,” he chides and flips me, bending me over the arm rest so I can nearly touch the floor, then wraps my thighs around his hips as he rams into me again and again. He thrusts his fingers into my ass, making me yell for him.

“Good girl. I know you want me here too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, my ass is yours.”

“So is this perfect pussy and that amazing mouth,” he growls.

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