Page 75 of Vital Blindside

I can’t continue to drown when I have someone offering me a life jacket.

A deep rumbling noise escapes the cuddle bug behind me as his arm tightens around my side and he pulls me even closer. I laugh, letting him move me however he wants.

“How long have you been up?” he asks, sleep thick in his tone.

“Long enough to realize that you’re not only a bed hog but also a serious cuddler.”

He chuckles. His lips meet my ear and then the skin below it. “I had to make sure you couldn’t get away in the middle of the night.”

“I’m only here because I didn’t want to have to wiggle against the massive boner digging into my ass right now and wake you up before I could disappear.” I push back against said boner and let his pained groan settle between my legs.

He splays his hand across my stomach and tries to still me. His voice drops to a growl. “If you don’t stop, it will be doing a hell of a lot more than just digging into you.”

I shiver and, with a boost of confidence I don’t recognize, reach behind me and grip his bare shaft. He hisses through his teeth.

“Don’t tease me with a good time, Adam.”

Suddenly, he’s pulling my hand from his cock and slipping his fingers between my legs. I lift my leg to make room for him and let my head loll to the side when he swirls one around my opening and pushes it inside.

“You talk a big game, baby. But we both know you’ll fold as soon as I touch you.”

I want to argue, but words fail me. Instead, I have to hold myself back from begging for more. Adam has an alpha male side that I did not see coming. One that only lifts its head when we’re like this, completely lost in each other. It makes my stomach turn to goo and my pussy soaked.

He pulls his finger from my pussy and uses it to rub my clit. “No argument?”

“You know I don’t have one,” I grind out and push myself further into his hand, desperate for him to give me more. He pulls his hand away completely instead. “Adam, pl—”

The broad head of his cock pushing inside me steals my breath and my words. He slides in easily with how wet and ready I am for him and curses my name when he fills me completely.

“Your pussy—shit—it feels like fucking heaven,” he grunts, beginning to thrust. “Stretched around me nice and tight.”

“You’re huge,” I gasp. “That’s why.”

He reaches around me to grab my breast and pinch the nipple between his splayed fingers. “No, Scarlett. It’s because it was made for me. It was made to take this cock.”

My eyes roll back. “And you were made for me.”

His thrusts falter. His voice isn’t commanding or thick with desire when he speaks next. It’s warm, almost nervous. “Yeah? You’re right. I was.”

I squeal when he rolls me to my stomach and settles behind me. His hands palm my ass cheeks before spreading them and pushing inside me again.

“Oh, shit,” I curse, burying my face in the pillow.

The new position has the tip of his cock hitting my G-spot and my clit brushing the mattress with each thrust. When he places a hand on my lower back, I look at him over my shoulder and find his eyes on me, burning so bright with a hefty cocktail of emotions.

His brows tug in with his pleasure as our eyes lock and hold. I cry out when his pace slows and becomes harder, each thrust sending me jolting forward. I’m nearly there, and he realizes it with a groan.

“Give it to me, baby. Give it all to me,” he half pleads, half orders.

I drop my head forward and claw at the sheets as his words push me over the edge. Stars burst behind my eyes, and sounds escape me that I can’t hold in.

“Fuck, you make the prettiest sounds when you come.”

A full-body shudder racks through me as he continues to pound into me. The sound of slapping flesh is enough to pull me out of my orgasm-induced brain fog.

“I want you in my mouth,” I rush out.

He doesn’t hesitate to pull out and stroke himself while watching me fumble to my knees and crawl to him. I’m desperate to have him in my mouth, and when I replace his hand with mine, bringing him to my lips, the groan he releases says he’s desperate for the same thing.

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