Page 94 of Choke

I open my mouth to speak. “Greg, I’m…”

Adrian’s hand clamps over my mouth, silencing me.

“Don’t you dare apologize to him—I’m the only man you’ll beg for anything, including forgiveness.” He grits his teeth and whispers into my ear before shifting his focus back to Greg. “Stick around, Greg. Stay for the show.”

A dark chuckle rumbles out of his chest, and he works my short dress a little higher, leaving my ass bare against him.

Wait, what?

His hand is between us, working at something.

What is he doing?

He pushes me forward slightly, and my hands land on Greg’s thighs to stop myself from falling. I look up at him, apologizing with my eyes, but seeing that his mouth has parted, and he’s breathing hard. I can see the ridge of his hard cock in his pants. His expression makes me so confused that I forget Adrian is still moving behind me.

In one swift movement, he yanks my panties aside and buries himself inside me.

I gasp—a wild, broken sound that’s lost beneath the pulse roaring in my ears.

Chase Her

Adrian

Her hands are still on his thighs as I grip her hips and move her up and down against me. They flex and press into him, and I can see all over his face how much he hates this. He hates it; that he’s turned on watching us. I don’t even mind that she’s touching him. I love that it anchors him to us. If he moves, she falls forward, and he likes her, even if he hates that I’m inside her.

She starts to move, overtaken by the sensation, and I drop one hand from her hips and reach around to tease at that bundle of nerves. She will come in front of this audience tonight, and then I’ll fill her up and make her wear it. I know it won’t take long. This is a free fall. Greg shifts, palming himself, and I catch the movement in my periphery. But I can’t let him distract me. Not when I’m this close to breaking her open, making her shatter for me. If I move now, I lose the moment. Instead, I bury my head into her back, and I could die like this—deep inside of her.

She moves like sin.

Every sound drips with passion, with pleasure. I need to mark this occasion, and I growl as I bite into her shoulder, at the same time increasing the rhythm over her clit, punishing her. I feel her shudder, her body trembles and her pussy tightens, and she moans.

“That’s right, baby,” I groan against her neck, “Let him hear you.”

Her breath turns ragged, and I know she’s getting close, but I need one more thing before I allow her to tumble. Moving my hand back to her hip, I force her to slow, a strangled cry emitting from her as a result.

“Beg me, Lex.”

She doesn’t even hesitate; she’s so close and desperate for it.

“Please…” it’s feather-light.

I shift my gaze to Greg, sneering in satisfaction.

Then I wink at him, watching his face drop.

“Good girl,” I groan, and then, “Who does this pussy belong to?”

Her head drops, hands still pressed into Greg’s legs.

“Oh god, please, you, Adrian. I’m yours.”

The room is silent; the only sound is her breathy little cries of pleasure.

I return my focus to her, moving my hand back to her clit and pulling her back onto my chest, adjusting to drive into her at an unforgiving pace. Her back arches with every thrust, and I circle her clit mercilessly. The chaos returns to her breathing, and she clenches around me. My arm around her waist tightens, desperate to pull her closer, deeper.

“Come for me, baby,” I demand.

It’s all she needs. Her body locks up, a choked whimper slipping past her lips as she pulses, strangling my cock in tight, relentless waves. The party disappears as I thrust into her, chasing the drag of her orgasm, needing to feel every single squeeze of her pleasure. Her moans pitch into something broken, raw, and I know she’s beyond saving now—drowned in pleasure, lost to it. I keep pushing, dragging her through every last pulse, riding out the aftershocks. My pleasure hits me like a freight train. I bury myself as deep as I can, releasing a guttural groan against her skin as I spill inside of her, owning her in every way.

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