Page 66 of Emily: Hello Kitten

“Done?” he asks, and I nod as my eyes rake over his form.

“You too?”

He lifts a brow as if he can see what I want to do next. “Maybe,” he says with a shrug.

I move closer, my leg gliding over his as I straddle him and stare down at him, rolling my hips slightly and then brushing my lips over his.

He takes over quickly, rolls me onto my back, and bites my bottom lip. “Don’t tempt me, Kitten.”

“You told me to be myself, remember?” I moan. “So here I am. I’m crazy about you, and I hate it and like it, and then you say all that and—”

“Last night,” he tries to argue.

I stretch to kiss him again and again. “Make me forget it,please.”

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He breaks. Whatever control he had is gone. He tugs on the necklace, tightens my collar around my throat, and yanks on my pants. “You’re such a naughty Kitten. Tempting me, not letting me finish you in my office when all I wanted to do was eat your pussy, waiting so long to call me today.”

“So naughty,” I agree. “What are you going to do about it,Professor? Lecture me?”

Fuck, I need this. I needhim.

He flips me over, almost dropping me onto the floor, then jerks my pants and underwear down. His hand cuts through the air and spanks on my ass so hard that I yelp. I gasp when his hand leaves my skin and then lift my ass for more.

“You know you’ve been naughty too, offering yourself up like this,” he snarls, teasing his fingers over the mark he created, and he does it again, spanking me again and again and again.

The pain is so real. The sound of his palm on my ass stings in the best way. And still, I want his marks all over me. “I told Sean I was seeing someone.”

“I bet you did,” Adrian hisses before spanking me again, so hard I cry. “When did you tell him that?”

“When he tried to get more than a dance. Ibarelylet him do a body shot,” I pant. “He got to lick my belly button and take a lemon wedge from my mouth, but when he tried to kiss me, I walked away.”

“Just sex, huh?” He spanks me quickly, three in fast succession, and grips my hair so tight my eyes water.

“Adrian!” I scream.

He jerks me up, making me stand with my pants and panties around my knees as we stare at each other. He glowers as I drag my panties back up and peel off my pants and shoes. He stands, and I instinctively take a step back.

“Tell me again that we’re just sex, Emily. Let me hear that’s what you think,” he snarls.

I walk backward until I hit a wall as he takes off his shirt. “Tell me thatthisis all that matters to you. That all you want from me is my dick thrusting into you.”

“I… I can’t,” I whisper.

“Because it’s not true, is it?” he demands.

I shake my head quickly.

Adrian picks me up, slams me against the wall, and claims my lips, his tongue swirling around mine as I moan into his mouth and wrap my legs around him. I dig my fingers into his hair, biting at his bottom lip, then tossing my head back when he tears himself away to kiss and bite my neck. I claw his back, his pecs, wanting to brand myself on him.

We move through his house, stopping occasionally against a wall so we can keep stripping each other, keep kissing, clawing and biting and something that feels more like war than lust.

He throws me down on his bed, rips my panties off, then spreads my legs. He pushes my thighs up until I whimper. “Please!”

“Hold your gorgeous legs, Kitten,” he orders.

I slide my hands just under his, then dig my nails into my skin to hold myself in place. Adrian grabs my hips to jerk me where he wants me and pats my pussy. “I’m going to show you how you could have spent last night if you would have picked up your phone.”

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