Page 83 of Choke

Her back arches off the bed, her hands fisting the sheets, and if I were on death row, this would be my last meal request.

I could live off of her.

God damn.

She seems worthy of dying for.

Slipping two fingers inside, and she’s so tight. If she’s this tight on my fingers, she’ll strangle my dick. I can feel her inner walls pulsing, and I know her orgasm is coming in hard. I’m tempted to push her over the edge and punish her for it after, but instead, I clamp down on her clit, biting into it, and she stills completely, her only movement the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

I can feel her pulse through her clit.

I bite back the desire to giggle like a little kid at that fact. When her breathing has slowed, I release her and lean up to see her eyes transfixed on the ceiling above, tears streaming down her temples.

Fuck.

I move up and over her to look into her eyes—did she say stop, and I missed it?

When our eyes meet, my concern evaporates as she reaches out and pulls me down onto her, our lips connecting in what might be the most devastating kiss. My resolve shatters, and I wrap my arms around her and roll so I can pull her onto me. I can taste the remnants of gin on her tongue, and it feels like she’s trying to pull my soul out of my body. Her hand moves down, and she fumbles with the button on my shorts.

Supposed to be teaching her a lesson…

She lets out a low growl, which might be the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard, before standing up and pulling my shorts down. That nervous feeling returns, a fluttering in my stomach. She crawls up the bed over me, her eyes wide and fixed on my dick—fuck it.

I reach for her to pull her close again, but she bats my hands away. Reaching between us, wasting no time, wrapping her long fingers around my cock and positioning it at her entrance.

“Lex…” I think I’m about to tell her to slow down when she lowers herself fully onto me, and she’s impossibly tight.

Delicate hands pressed into my chest. Her head falls back as she sets a steady pace, grinding up and down. Her full, round tits bounce slightly with her movements, and I want to touch them, touch her, butI’m frozen, mesmerized by the sight of her. She’s relentless, breathing heavily, and her chest glistens as she starts to sweat. My hands physically ache with the need to feel her skin, so I reach for her hips, grabbing them hard and slowing her pace.

She drops her head forward, those stormy eyes finding mine.

“Adrian..” my name is a moan, and it pushes me so close to my own edge.

I’m not ready for this to end or for her to take this from me.

I lift her off of me, and she squeals lightly as I flip her over onto her tummy, kissing a trail down her spine, giving myself a minute to step back off the ledge.

“Ass up, Lex.”

She wiggles her ass upward, and I return my mouth to her. She’s soaked, and I want every fucking drop of her inside of me before I fill her with myself again.

A low rumble builds in my chest.

“fuck—you taste like you were meant for me.”

“I’m going to come!” Her panicked, lust-laden voice informs.

Good—no, wait…

Pushing myself up, I grab my cock and slam it to the hilt. She releases a low grunt, and I know it’s a mixture of pleasure and pain.

I can feel her fucking cervix.

Reaching for her braid, I wrap it around her neck again and pick up my pace, slamming into her with relentless force.

“I—can’t—stop,” She gasps, each word punctuated by my thrusts.

She can’t stop the orgasm that’s about to rip through her, and in this moment, I want it. I want her to break apart before me. I slow my pace.

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