Page 38 of Emily: Hello Kitten

“Even if I do…” I trail off. I don’t know what to say to him.

Am I supposed to say again that this is the last night even though I don’t want it to be? I don’t think I have the strength to deny him anymore.

Adrian gently strokes my cheek. “I will pull you from bed, but if you’re not in the mood, then there’s no point.”

“I’m in the mood whenever you start stripping, Adrian. I can’t come to your office hours even if I need help because I barely kept myself off my knees the one time I was in there with you. I kept expecting you to come up when I finally got myself in here, or when I was in the shower, when I came out,” I say before sucking my bottom lip and sitting up.

His eyes dip to my bare tits and his hand drops to cup one. He gently rubs his thumb over my nipple. I don’t want him gentle. Gentle will make this worse. “We’re going to have sex tonight because I don’t think it’s possible for us tonothave sex. But you’re not allowed to be gentle with me.”

Adrian jerks the blanket off me. “Remember, you asked for this.”

I nod once.

“Get on your knees, brat.”

“Mad I gave you time to think?” I ask softly.

“I’m pissed that you left me alone,” he says, hauling me out of bed and putting me on my knees. “Where I knew no one. To be hit on, to be questioned, then ignored.”

I pant as I stare up at him. “No one could ignore you.”

“Onlyyouseem to have a problem ignoring me,” he says as he whips his belt free from the loop with one sharp tug.

He undoes his slacks and his cock springs free, and my mouth waters for him.

“You didn’t have underwear, and neither did I. I’m not going to ask you to do something that I wouldn’t,” he says while gripping my hair and tugging me forward. “Take my cock. Be good for me.”

I lick over the head while watching him. My lips slip around the head as he watches. He nods once, and I suck as much of him as possible, going down almost to the base, then back up. I suck and almost close my eyes, but Adrian tugs my hair. “You keep your eyes on me while you take me.”

I obey, watching him as I gag on his cock, willingly choke on him. He thrusts into my throat again and again. When I try to ease up, he increases the pace, holding my head in place as he fucks my throat, taking over more and more, second by second, until all I can do is suck and lick as he moves over my tongue.

My eyes water, my face gets all kinds of hot, but I just keep taking him, unwilling to stop.

“Enough, kitten. I’m going to fuck you before you swallow for me,” he growls.

I shake my head with him in my mouth and keep going even when he stops. I’m not letting this opportunity slip by. He tries tugging my hair, but I let it hurt until he pushes me back, then holds me down. His hips glide between my thighs.

“Such a brat. Iownyou tonight,” he snarls, his hand sliding around my throat as he fills me. “Your only job is to please me.”

“I always do,” I sass. He fills me entirely and my back arches. “Fuck.”

“As if I don’t please you,” he snarls as he pulls me off the floor by my throat so I’m straddling him as he leans back. “Ride me, brat.”

I grip his shoulders, stroke over his pecs, then dig my claws into him as I start to move on his cock. My pace increases, needing to feel more than pleasure. Needing him to punish me, do something. And he does. His hands grip my hips and he lifts me up. He doesn’t let me come down as he holds me.

“Adrian,” I complain.

“We’re playing a game tonight, Kitten. We’re going to see how many times I can bring you to the edge without letting you fall over.”

My lips part, ready to argue, but he thrusts his hips up, slamming inside me, and a cry leaves me. His hold slackens as I pick my pace back up, climbing higher on the pleasure as his thumb grazes over my clit. My pussy clenches and my insides coil as I’m coming closer, close enough for him to stop and lift me again, keeping me away from what I want.

He grins at me as I groan. My brows tie together as I feel the building orgasm edge away.

I hate this game. Fucking hate it.

He glides me down again as his grin won’t falter. His thumb is on my clit again, and he grinds his hips against me as my anger won’t let me move. But as his cock is buried deep inside me, nudging against my G-spot, his thumb pressing on my clit, my orgasm rises again. I rest my hands on his inked chest, moving with him as I’m getting closer and closer, hoping he lets me finish this time.

My pleasure rises quickly, and my thighs shake, and he slows, stopping his teases again. I’m ready to do whatever it takes tocome. I’m aching for him. And when he grabs my vibrator, I’m terrified.

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