Page 62 of Never Fake Date the Financier
I’m gripping his back, planes of corded muscles, out of sheer desperation to tether myself, find some sort of stable ground as he thrusts deeper into me, and I begin to lose my mind. Never have I ever been fucked like this.
“Deeper?” Adrian rasps. Shallow breaths. My nails across his back. My world spinning on its head.
“Yes. Deep-er.” With my muscles so tightly wound, each syllable comes out strained.
Adrian grunts, his thick, muscled arms caging me as he forces his fists into the mattress beside me. His usually perfectly styled hair hangs in messy strands, hooding his face, but with each thrust, I can catch glimpses of it, twisted with a mix of pleasure and pain as though he’s fighting hard against something.
“You feel so fucking good.” His voice is raspier. I can feel it skate across my skin. He could probably make me come if he kept talking like that.
I latch onto his arms, admiring every inch of him as he slams every inch of himself into me. Those biceps. Those abs. That chest. The man is chiseled from marble.
It doesn’t take long for us to find our rhythm. We’re completely in sync. I’ve never felt more connected with someone, and it’s as though he can read my mind, knowing exactly what my body’s craving.
“Ella.”
It comes out gruff, like a plea, but hearing my name on his lips again makes me clench. He slides backward, hands running across my breasts, my belly, and then latching onto my legs.
I gasp when he pulls out, flipping me onto my stomach. I push myself onto my hands and knees and slide backward, begging him to fill the void he left. An absence. I hate this feeling. I need him in me now, and I try to urge him by rubbing my ass against his cock.
“You can’t stop.”
“You’re greedy, Ella. I love that.” Adrian drags his palms along my back, sending a shiver down my body.
“Please, Adrian,” I say, turning my head so I can look at him over my shoulder. “I need to feel you again. I need…”
What a sight—all hard edges and rippling muscles. Abs on abs on abs. It does something to me, unlocking a part of me I didn’t know existed before. Before I even have the chance to think, the words come out in a voice I hardly recognize. Like it’s coming from outside my body, and I’m only witnessing it.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you in my throat.”
There’s a brief moment of silence where not a single sound but our labored breathing can be heard. If I could frame the expression on Adrian’s face, I would. It’s as though I short-circuited him as he tries to compute if he heard me correctly.
He did. And I do. Whatever that means.
Whatever it takes…
His palm comes down hard on my ass.
“Ow!”
The pain is sharp but acute, leaving my skin tingling. And it does something to me. I want another. And another. I want him to turn my ass red. Have his hand imprinted on it.
“What my girl wants,” he growls as he slides his cock inside me. “My girl gets.”
My head falls to the mattress as I grip the covers, holding on to dear life as I wonder if I made a mistake. His hand finds my ass again as he fucks me harder, thrusts harder.
“Fuck, Ella,” he growls, each word punctuated by a single rough thrust. In and out. Again and again. It’s like something else is taking over him as he collects my hair in his fists, pressure building inside me. This is nothing like the first orgasm. It’s building faster. Quicker.Fuckohmygodwhatthefuckhelp.
The headboard pounds against the wall, making the sconces shake and flicker. If anyone walked by our door right now, they’d think someone was performing an exorcism, considering the mixture of moans, screams, and unintelligible words coming out of my mouth as we both orgasm makes it sound like I’m speaking in tongues.
Adrian was right. I’m going to need to bathe in holy water after this.
“Holy crap,” I mutter as I roll onto my back, Adrian collapsing next to me. I never knew my entire body could throb like this.
Adrian kisses my shoulder, damp with sweat. “There was nothing holy about that.”
I laugh. “I guess not.”
Adrian wraps his arm around me, and I nuzzle into him. I love his scent, and I can’t stop breathing him in.
