Page 31 of Silent Night With Adrian

His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer, and there’s a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “Well, you’ve got me for now, but maybe you need to do a little convincing to make sure I’m fully sold.”

I lean in, kissing him deeply, pouring every ounce of love and longing into it. He responds immediately, his mouth claiming mine, his hands pressing me closer until there’s no space left between us. His fingers tangle in my hair, and I feel the heat building between us, slow and steady, like an ember ready to catch flame.

I pull back just enough to meet his gaze, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “Do you trust me, Adrian?”

His blue eyes darken with anticipation. “Always.”

“Good.” I slide off his lap, taking his hand and leading him to the living room, where the fire casts a warm, golden glow. I guide him to the sofa to sit down.

I step back with my back to the fireplace with the burning logs casting a glow behind me. I slowly lift the hem of my shirt, sliding it up my body with deliberate slowness. His eyes darken, his jaw tightens, and he watches me like a predator. As I toss it to the side, running my hand down between my breasts, I gaze into his hungry eyes. “No touching. Not until I say.”

I see the flicker of defiance in his eyes, but he doesn’t move, instead letting out a low, frustrated growl. Encouraged, I continue, running my hands down my flat abs, slowly up my sides, cupping my breasts and proceeding to massage them and occasionally flicking my thumbs across my hardening nipples.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes are locked on my hands, following every movement, and I feel a thrill at the way he’s holding himself back, barely.

As I slide my hands lower, over the curve of my hips, his breathing becomes ragged. He reaches out as if to touch me but stops, clenching his fists instead.

I smirk, knowing I have him right where I want him. Slowly, I lower my hands to my waist and unbutton my jeans, sliding them down inch by inch, teasing him with every movement. My waxed smooth mons is laid bare as I’ve gone without panties again.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he watches me with a hunger that sends heat pooling in my core, and when I see his hand drift to his own body, stroking his growing cock over his jeans, it ignites something reckless in me. Suddenly I can’t wait any longer. I need him to take me hard and rough and the thought of having that huge cock with its metal piercing plunging into my pussy is driving me insane.

I walk towards him, reaching over to lift his shirt over his head. He takes care of that in the blink of an eye, reaching behind him to grab the back of the shirt to pull it off the way guys learn early on is the fastest and sexiest way to do so.

Then I straddle his lap, grinding my clit against him in slow, deliberate thrusts, feeling the hard line of him against me, starting to build my pleasure. He lets out a strangled groan, his hands gripping my hips to help me find my rhythm.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” I whisper in his ear, before biting his shoulder as I grind as hard as I can to make my point. His breath hitches as he finally reaches his limit.

His control snaps.

In one swift motion, his hands are on me, pushing me to the side just enough to lower his jeans and pull out his hungry cock dripping with precum, and then takes grips me hard around my hips, using them as handles to position me over his him before ramming into me while pulling me down at the same time.

He roars like a crazed animal.

I can’t help but scream at the shock of his huge thick member penetrating me with merciless force, to the point that I can literally feel it up to my belly button.

“Tell me to stop, baby.” He groans into my mouth. “Before it’s too late. I can’t hold on much longer.”

I want this. His voracious hunger. The relentless brutal force he uses to take me sweeps through my head and body like a storm overtaking my body, my soul.

I press a deep kiss into his mouth before pleading with him, “Don’t hold back. Fuck me. I want it all.”

And with another guttural roar of a man who has been given permission to let his inner beast take over, Adrian proceeds to ram his steel rod into my wet soft slit, over and over. My eyes roll back as I can barely hold on as he fucks me like a man possessed.

I cry out with the force of his thrusts. I can’t think. I can only feel the pleasurable pain of his huge cock pounding into me with relentless hunger. I barely register the wet sounds our bodies make with each slap of our pelvis. My pussy is getting pummeled and the wetness dripping down his balls and my thigh are a testament to how my body loves this.

He makes sure to grind my clit against the bony ridge of his pelvic bone with each downward pull on my hips into his thrusts. It’s happening so fast that I can’t control my body from building towards a mind-blowing orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum –“ I gasp. “Please, oh god…”

“Get there,” he grunts, not stopping his pace.

“Aahhh…please…”

“Let go,” he orders.

With that, I do as he says, screaming as the waves of pleasure sweep through my body. My body starts to tremble, my pelvic muscles clenching down on his rod.

“Fuck, baby,” he curses. “You’re clamped on my cock.” He pulls himself out with force before plunging into me again.

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