Page 55 of Crave

“You need to be honest and tell me if don’t have any left to give me. I own all of them, princess. No lying.”

No problem. Easy, peasy. I knew exactly how much I could take and what I couldn’t. “I can do that.”

“Good. Now, I have my own goals tonight.”

I stared at the quilt, confused. “What goal?”

In one swift motion, he caught my hair and yanked my head to the side. His teeth sunk into the part where my neck met shoulder, shoving me right to the edge of erotic pain until Igasped. “I’m going to fuck you so many times in this bed, you’ll never remember Max here again.”

And with that, his cock sank deeply inside of me in one shocking thrust.

A wail erupted from my lips as the rollicking sensations hit all at once. He sucked on my neck while his erection dragged slowly back and forth over my throbbing clit. His ruthless hands held me in a grip by my hair, my scalp sensitized. Adam’s hips moved in a rotating circle so he hit every pulsing inch of me, and no matter how bad I wanted to shove back and hurry him up, I was helpless, unable to move or do anything but take what he decided to give me.

The tight grip of control he held gave me a sense of soaring freedom. Because there was no action for me to take, I slipped into surrender, my body softening and giving him more, and he murmured my name as his cock slammed deeper, his foot kicking my legs out so I was more widely spread for him.

It didn’t take long for the orgasm to race up and wash over me. “I’m coming,” I screamed helplessly, allowing the convulsions to take me and the shattering pleasure break me apart. He didn’t stop fucking me, and when I finally collapsed, he held me tight to his chest and dropped kisses down my sweat-dampened back.

It was then I realized he hadn’t even come yet.

My voice came out breathless. “Adam?”

His low laugh made my belly clench. “Oh, sweetheart, we’ve only begun.”

And I wondered if my reward would soon become my punishment.

Chapter Thirty

Adam

Listen to Without You

by Miley Cyrus and The Kid Laroi

Iwatched her wrecked face and trembling body and felt a wave of possession so fierce, I shuddered. This woman refused to hold back with me, unafraid to be vulnerable. Unafraid to go after her pleasure under my guidance. I was obsessed and I didn’t know how I was going to be without her for three months.

Shoving the thought away, I focused on my one job. Wiping out Max’s memory from her head, her heart, and this damn bed. When I was done, the only image she’d have is me fucking her until she passed out.

I couldn’t wait.

Still hard as a rock, I pulled out of her and flipped her over. “I think this next round will be better if you can’t see anything.” I grabbed the scarf I’d laid next to me with her female toys and smoothed it out. “Let’s give this a try.”

She blinked dazedly. “You’re going to blindfold me?”

“Yes. Be happy it’s not a ball gag. Those are super fun.”

She looked nervous, yet intrigued. I held back my laugh as I acknowledged how much fun she was in bed and out. She seemed to know exactly when to surrender and when to give me sass. I fastened the scarf around her head, then checked the fit. “Are you going to hurt me?” she asked.

I kissed her hard, running my hands over her sweet curves, and flicking her hard nipples with my thumb. “Yes, princess. I am.”

Her shudder was almost painful to my cock, so I began to move again, knowing I needed to come before I was able to play with her. Bringing her legs over my shoulders, I took her hard and fast, hitting her G spot while I played with her breasts, squeezing those tight nipples with an increasing pressure until I saw her caught between pain and pleasure, that perfect balance where the best orgasms lie in wait. She writhed and cried out my name but I never paused, my balls tightening up as I neared the edge, holding us both there in that intense agony of building pressure, a place we were both truly free.

I threw my head back and let go, pumping into her with animalistic movements as I came inside her hot, wet channel. She gripped me tight and I felt her spasms as she orgasmed, quaking underneath me.

I pulled out and Landon let out a soft mewl, her hands seeking contact. I stared down at her with an animalistic pride. Inner thighs wet and trembly, bruised, swollen lips, she was a perfect mess made for me. “Adam?” she murmured.

“Tell me. You have another one in you, right?”

She hesitated. I wondered if she’d lie, which would force me to punish her, but in that moment, I wanted her truth. I wanted her stripped raw with only me as her judge and jury. Her salvation. “Yes.”

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