Page 68 of Hello Kitten

He clears his throat and I finish my sentence. “It’s gone. If I turn my back, it might as well be pois—” he sucks on my sensitive clit as his fingers thrust inside me.

His tongue lowers, replacing his fingers and my back arches slightly, feeling my orgasm build up quicker than before.

My words come out quick. “Bring my own drinks. If I put it down, it’s gone. If I stop looking… Oh my God, Adrian!” I scream when I come, digging my nails into my thighs as he thrusts his tongue deep inside me and flicks it. But Adrian doesn’t stop. It’s like he’s convinced he can make me obey if he breaks my brain.

He keeps feasting on me until I come again, then he uses his fingers while kissing up my belly, over my breasts, sucking my nipples, enjoying me until he undoes his pants and climbs on top of me.

“That’s right. Another rule,” he decides, flipping me over and pressing his firm hand between my shoulder blades. “Drink water between everybeeryou have.”

“But I normally do shots,” I argue.

“Do you want my cock?” he snarls and rubs it over my pussy, teasing me with it over and over until I nearly sob. “Yes! I want your cock, I want you, I want it!”

“Then repeat this promise.”

“Water between beers. Water between beers, please professor!”

He slams into me, still holding me down making it unable to move. I watch his body flex and roll in the mirror across from his bed. I love seeing every bit of his muscle tighten as he fucks me. His face is intense, eyes searing hot, jaw tight as he hisses between his teeth.

“You can be a brat, but you don’t get to be unsafe,” he grits. “Not when you’re so damn important to me. Beer until you’re twenty-one, then we’ll talk.”

I moan, but the hand on my back slides into my hair and he pulls me up, and rolls back until I’m riding him reverse cowgirl style. “Say it.”

“I’ll be safe. I will, only beer and water,” I promise.

He collars my throat with his hand and jerks me back to kiss me again, hungrily, deeply. His pace hardens as my pussy tightens around his cock, my minds a haze and I can’t even think as he plows on.

He moves me on my back, straddles my chest, then pushes my breasts around his cock. “Lick it until I come.”

He thrust, his cock coated in my juices as I tilt my head, licking and sucking the tip of his cock as he pushes my tits around his thick length.

He shudders, pulls back, then comes between my breasts, over my neck, over my necklace, and along my chin. We pant together as he moves off me and stares at his ceiling.

As our breathing steadies, he intertwines his fingers with mine and gives them a gentle nudge. A smile spreads as I lean closer and follow as we go to the bathroom for a quick rinse.

There are no words, it isn’t even needed as his hands brush over my wet skin, and as I do the same. Memorizing every peck, every curve.

thirty

The next week and through midterms is shockingly easy with Adrian. We do push the limits a few times. He shows up at a house party we go to and I drag him into a room, telling him I was just kidding, just for us to go at it before he slips through the window and disappears. We don’t have sex in his office, but I have snuck him into the dorm post midterms when Beth decided to go out and I didn’t.

By the time we’re in the days before fall break, I finally feel like Adrian and I can work. We’ve spent time together without having sex. We’ve had plenty of dangerous, kinky, risky sex where we could have gotten caught, but didn’t, and I still like him through it all.

“Beth left,” I say over the phone as I lay with my head off my bed, kicking my feet in the air. “I think that means fall break has officially started.”

I can hear the smile in his voice. “Are you excited to have a break, Emily?”

“Well I think one professor has been going easy on me, so the semester so far has been good,” I tease.

“You know I don’t do that,” he sighs. “Are you going home for break?”

“I haven’t before. You’ve met my family. Would you want to spend a whole five days with them?” I snort. “I went home for just Thanksgiving last year and didn’t last three hours. Wasn’t worth the drive. I texted and said I wasn’t going since I’d just seen everyone, and nothing has changed.”

“Is that what you want?” he asks.

“What I would really like is for the man I’m dating to ask me to come over for the weekend since midterms were just so hard,” I say with an obvious pout in my voice.

“My poor kitten.”

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