Page 54 of The Summer I Loved

“I know. But please…”

He didn’t make her beg. She got on her tiptoes and he took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head up and down her slit.

Her head fell back, her teeth closed around her bottom lip, and the guttural scream tore out of her mouth. Then his head settled at her neck, and he hoisted her so her legs rested on his hips.

“Adri, my Adri.”

He recited her name, his cock slipping in slow, inch by divine inch inside her. He filled her, stretched her, until she almost couldn’t stand it. He stopped, letting her adjust to him. The pressure in her chest built. How the hell could he be so calm and patient? She rocked her hips, driving the urgency but he stilled her again.

She mumbled a protest. Something not in any particular language.

His hand wove around her ponytail and he pulled until her whole neck was exposed. He nipped at it, then kissed it.

“Be a good girl and let me take care of you,” he bit out so rough her whole body went still and holy shit, if she wasn’t wetter than she’d ever been.

She’d always loved those moments when he took control of her, of her body.

He thrusted, sending all his solid, hot dick deep inside her pussy. Her gaze went hazy and she sucked a gulp of air. He retreated and shoved inside again and she gripped his shoulders, digging her nails but she couldn’t stop. Not when he began to move fast, pounding into her so hard his balls slapping against her core. The climax ripped through her, rendering her so helpless with barely enough strength to wrap her arms around him and let him plaster her into the wall. He continued pumping into her, as she pulsated until he muffled a groan against her skin and collapsed against her.

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