Page 32 of Silent Night With Adrian

I moan. It’s too much all of a sudden. I start pushing into his chest, not sure what I want but knowing my body can’t handle another orgasm like that so soon.

“Adrian, I can’t…too much,” I gasp.

“You can and you will.” He grips me by the front of the neck, squeezing just enough to restrict my breathing some. His blue eyes sears into me with mesmerizing command. "You’ll take my cock like a good little girl. You’ll let me shove my ten inches into you whenever and however I need to, and you’ll take every drop of my cum into your sweet pussy.”

I cream at his dirty filthy words.

Then I can only grunt as he suddenly ramps up his punishing thrusts, clinging to his shoulders as he proceeds to fuck into me with relentless force, clearly chasing his pleasure with single-minded intent.

“Fuck. Fucking come over my dick.” He grunts in between breaths.

My eyes roll back, barely conscious at the unbelievable pressure and pleasure that rides through my body.

After a few minutes, he turns around so that he’s kneeling on the couch, not losing connection of our lower bodies. My back is resting on the back of the couch, and he raises my legs to rest over his shoulders, so that I’m bent in half hanging suspended and sandwiched between him and the couch behind me. I groan with the added inches this position allows him to push into my body, alarmed at how he’s going to be able to fit his long shaft even further into my battered pussy.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he orders.

I’m helpless to do anything more than obey him.

And before long, he’s going at me like a hungry man that hasn’t had water in days and I’m his source of life-giving replenishment.

His pounding cock is driving me up towards another orgasm and I grip his muscled forearms tightly, knowing he’s going to make my mind and body explode.

In this position, I feel his pierced cock pushing into the opening of my cervix, trying to push past that tight opening.Oh god, it hurts so good.

He reaches down swipe the juices running at the base of his cock onto his fingers and holds them up to my lips.

“Suck.”

I open my mouth like a baby and proceed to suck on his fingers, the flavor from my last orgasm bursting with salty sweet flavor.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it,” he grunts. He feeds me some more and I’m greedy for it.

Before long he reaches down to rub his thumb across my clit.

I start mewling as the added pleasure. The combination of rough thrusts, his fingers in my mouth, and his fingers on my clit builds into a crescendo. It’s too much. I can’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna cum,” I cry out. He bends his head down to kiss me hard, swiping his tongue along mine. With that, I give myself to the wave of release that crashes over me and tumble into a rushing orgasm.

The last of Adrian’s restraint disappears. As he feels me contracting over his rock-hard member, his last brutal thrusts become disjointed and stuttered, actually pushing my body up the couch, only his fingers gripping my shoulders from below prevent me from falling over the back.

He chases his own pleasure and soon I feel hot ribbons of his cum squirting into me.

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes look glassy as he lets the pleasure carry him away before finally collapsing on my chest, his panting breath washing over my neck.

The teasing game might have started in my hands, but as he proceeded to give me his usual brand of rough hard fucking, while still showing me just how much he loves me, I realize that this is exactly where I want to be—caught up in the storm that is Adrian, and ready for whatever comes next. As I feel his heartbeat pounding against mine, I know that whatever the future holds, I’ve already made my choice. And it’s him. Always him.

Chapter 24 Mia

December 29

Adrian’s phone alarm blares through the silence at exactly three in the morning, dragging me from a restless, half-sleep. My heart pounds as I sit up, feeling the weight of what’s about to happen. Adrian reaches over to silence the alarm, then looks at me with those intense, ocean blue eyes, reaching out his hand as if to steady me.

“Are you ready for this?” he asks, his voice low but resolute.

“As I’ll ever be,” I reply, fighting to keep my voice steady. I pull on my hoodie and yoga pants, lace up my boots, and head to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face and brush my teeth. This is it—the moment Mia Vitale ceases to exist. I look at myself in the mirror, trying to memorize the woman staring back. Today, I leave her behind.

When I emerge from the bathroom, I hear Adrian greeting someone outside. By the time I step into the living room, Adrian is holding the door open for an older man with a reserved but kind expression. His silver hair and tired eyes suggest he’s seen too much of the world, but he greets me with a warm smile.

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