Page 16 of The Pen Pal
“A little, so make me burn.”
He smiles against my mouth. “With pleasure.”
Adam lifts me and loops my legs around his waist as he maneuvers us to the solid wall on the side. It’s dim, and we’re on the fifth floor, but that doesn’t matter. Anyone can stop and look up at us, and there’s no mistaking what’s happening or what we’re doing.
This is the kind of thrill I’ve always wanted to experience. Yes, even though my ass is close to freezing.
He pins me to the wall with his body as he frees his cock from the boxers, and my gaze zeroes in on how thick, long, and veiny it is. It looks so damn girthy that my mouth waters.
But I don’t have time to admire it because he wedges the tip at my entrance.
“Look at me, Amelia.”
My gaze snaps back to his, and his eyes are so intensely dark that my core clenches, excitement, anticipation, and the possibility of being caught dancing around each other.
His head parts my pussy, and I hold on to his shoulders for dear life. He slips slowly inside me, stretching me open and making my inner muscles contract.
“Adam, you’re so big.”
He immediately stops. “D-does it hurt? Are you hurt?”
“No! Don’t stop. God, I’ll kill you if you stop now.”
He chuckles darkly and nips my earlobe before he slams to the hilt inside me.
“Oh, fffuuuccckkk. Adam, yes!”
Adam presses sucking kisses to my neck and collarbone as he begins to thrust into me. I want to move, but I can’t, pressed between the wall and his hard, muscular body.
I’m delirious with pleasure, hot sparks zipping through my belly, as he grazes his mouth along my jaw and downward, his hot breath traveling down the column of my throat. All the while, hiscock hits every spot in my pussy, and I answer with a low, long moan.
“I’ve waited for this for so long, Amelia. God, your pussy is magic, but you have to keep quiet.”
Those words make my pussy clench because he knows that’s what I want, and he groans and curses under his breath. Ah, so I can do something even if I can’t move much.
With every thrust, I clench, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My nipples turn to little peaks, and Adam takes one into his mouth, sucking and rolling it between his lips.
I feel like my back’s about to break with the way I arch it, my hands gripping his head to keep him there, his teeth grazing my nipple and shooting zings of pleasure through me.
“Oh, God.” I rock against him, giving as much as I can, chasing that high from earlier. “Please keep fucking me with your big cock.”
Adam is strung tightly under my fingertips, and as I bite his shoulder, he growls. “You ready to come again, Amelia?”
His thick length saws in and out of me, and a knot of tension winds tighter and tighter low in my belly at his words. “Oh, I’m coming. I’m coming, Adam. Please, please, please don’t stop. Fuck me harder and deeper. That’s it. That’s it.”
The orgasm ripples through me as I chase the ecstasy with abandon. As I pulse around him, his hips pick up in tempo, rutting into me like a wild animal. His momentum grows erratic.
“Amelia, my God. I’m about to?—”
He swells inside me, filling me with hot spurts and finishing with a guttural noise. Pleasure floods my body as his come coats my walls, and my pussy continues to pulse.
Adam kisses me softly on the mouth, and realization hits me full in the face.
I’m falling dangerously, deeply, and hopelessly in love with him. The feeling should terrify me, but I guess it’s just like what Adam said.
I don’t scare easily anymore.
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