Page 53 of Fake Dating Adrian Hunter
Adrian climbs back over me, resting on one forearm as his other hand keeps working me. “I changed my mind. I need to see your face when you come. I want to see you enjoy this.Me, making you come. You don’t know how much that turns me on.”
The muscles in his arm flex as he works harder, his hand moving faster and faster. I gaze up at him. The sight of Adrian above me is enough to make me come undone.
“You’re mine, Verena,” he says, rough and with dominance. Those words push me over the edge, my spine arching as my inner muscles spasm in climax. “That’s a good girl. Come for me. You look so hot when you’re coming.”
You’re mine, Verena.
His words repeat in my mind, turning my orgasm into the longest, most intense one I’ve ever experienced.
When I’m finally lying still beneath Adrian, his fingers slip out of me and into his back pocket, retrieving a condom. Usually, I wouldn’t be up for another round this quickly, but this is sex with Adrian we’re talking about. I’ve had an entire life of foreplay with him. I could honestly go all night.
I slide out from beneath Adrian and straddle him on the couch, kissing him while my greedy fingers unzip his fly.
“I’m so hard for you, Verena.”
His trousers come off, and I’m speechless, staring at the delicious image of Adrian’s naked body and how big his dick is. He tears the packet with his teeth then rolls the condom over his shaft and pushes me onto my back.
Every inch of my body tingles with anticipation. His hand felt amazing, but it’s the fullness of him inside me that I’m desperate for. I’ve waited too long for this moment.
Adrian pauses, his chest rising with heavy breaths as he gazes down at me. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Neither can I.”
He guides my legs around his waist and hovers over me on his forearms. The tip of his length presses against my opening as his lips brush over mine, then he pushes into me, the two of us gasping as he thrusts deep inside. The size of him has me stretched tight around his cock. I squeeze my core tighter, realizing the action is a mistake because I could honestly come from the sensation of my muscles clamping onto his erection.
“Don’t move.” Adrian’s eyes shut tight. His face is almost pained as he says the words. “I need a moment to focus. You feel too good, and I don’t want to lose control.”
The amount of satisfaction I get from having this effect over Adrian is insane. He wants me. I turn him on. I raise my hips, needing friction, but he hisses at my sudden movement and presses a hand to my waist, keeping me still.
“Verena.” My name comes out in a long, deep sigh, like he’s begging me. “I want to take my time fucking you and enjoy every part of your body.”
Holy shit. The way he talks during sex has me blushing. Though my body is aching for release, I don’t dare move, wanting to keep him in me for as long as possible. After a deep breath, Adrian opens his eyes and gazes down at me with hunger. Slowly, he pulls out, then thrusts back inside me, the two of us loud with pleasure as his cock hits my back wall.
“Fuck, Verena.” He pushes into me again, finding a slow rhythm.
I press up on my elbows to feel his lips on mine. Adrian’s arms slink around me, one on my upper back, the other one lower, gaining leverage as he jerks his dick faster into me. We’re both panting. He’s working so hard I can feel the hammering of his heart against my chest.
“You feel so good,” Adrian says, breathless through kisses. “If you only knew of all the things I want to do to you.”
“Do them to me. Please.”
“When you beg like that…” He growls, pushing into me harder.
Sweet bliss bursts through me when Adrian takes my nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and rubbing the other one with his hand. Without any warning, Adrian lifts me from the couch and carries me to a nearby table, remaining inside me every step of the way. He lays me out and fucks me from the edge of the table where he stands, watching his dick move in and out.
I flinch at the cool glass on my back, the temperature a shock to how hot sex with Adrian has made me. The two of us are working up a sweat. His forehead glistens from how hard he is exerting himself.
Adrian’s thumb rubs over my clit, and I cry out his name again, clenching my thighs. “I can’t last long if you do that.”
He climbs onto the table, resting his forearms on either side of my head. A look lies in his eyes like he’s barely hanging on himself. “Come for me, then.”
As his hand slips back between us, circling my clit, my most common teenage fantasy enters my mind, the one that would always make me orgasm the hardest when touching myself: Adrian coming inside me without a condom on. The thought of it pushes me beyond control and I’m unravelling beneath him, my body shaking from my orgasm. I want his come in mesobadly. I want to be marked by Adrian.
He thrusts harder, groaning as my sex tightens around his dick. “Fuck, Verena. You’re gonna make me come.” I’m still riding my orgasm when his face tightens with that same painful look as before. But I know pain is the last thing he’s feeling. His hips buck into me, then slow down. “So good. I need you. You’re all mine.”
We go still together. I can’t move, I’m overcome with such a high. Adrian’s face buries in my neck as we both catch our breath.
“That was incredible,” he murmurs.
