Page 20 of The Second Deal

“Couldyou get any wetter?”Adrianchuckles breathily.Hislips tremble on mine. “Fuck…”

“Shutup,”Imutter, forcing my mouth onto his.Mynails claw into his back andIwhimper when he plunges just right.

Ihate how he settles inside me, like being buried so deeply in my pussy searing from the ache of needing him is exactly where he belongs.

Hesighs my name softly in my ear before his lips trail down my throat, voice husky on my neck. “Imissed this.”

Hishot breath singes, an invisible masterpiece canvassing over my skin—a private, custom piece only for me to admire in memory later, whereI, one hundred and ten percent, definitely will not be touching myself.

Hemoans loudly in pure rapture.

Myeyes roll back.

“Imissed you.”

Shovinghis shoulder,Iwrestle my way on top, resting my hands on his tattooed chest and sinking onto his erect cock.Resistingthe moan building deep within my chest transforms it into a loud cry when pleasure coaxes me to let go.

Ihate the way his hands clutch my hips, the way his fingers dig into my flesh.Ihate the way he groans through gritted teeth.Ihate the way his eyes eat me alive.

Ihate how it all makes me ride him harder.

He’sbarely audible above the bed creaking and slamming rhythmically against the wall. “Fuck, baby.Justlike that.”

It’sautomatic:IslapAdrianacross the face.

Heglares at me, and my hand circles his throat, pressing down.

“Ifucking hate you,”Iutter through a clenched jaw, glowering back at him.

Adrianswallows hard, his throat bobbing underneath.Hiships lift and force mine further down, making us grind together like a screeching train wreck on rails that can’t be stopped.

Hiseyes flutter as he forces me to take him all the way.

Ihate how he makes my pussy sing for him.

Withmy hand still around his throat,Islap him again.Hiseyes pop wide open, andIspit on his face.

“You’rea piece ofshit.”

Adrian’seyes glaze over.Thespit trickles down his cheek, just like his hand slipping from my hip.Histhumb presses against my clit and begins to tease.

“Yeah?” he breathes. “Fuck’reyou gonna do about it?”

Thewhimper that falls out of me is high-pitched.Desperate.Pleading.

Islap him again and again and again, his skin stinging my palm and groans filling the darkness.

Hecaptures my clit just right, sending fire blazing up my core and through my spine.

Theway my hips rock and roll is reckless and rough asIcinchAdrian’sthroat even tighter.Histhroat vibrates against my palm in a steady, on-going moan.Mypussy tightens watching his eyes flutter, hearing his moans soften, his breath weakening under my firm grip.

Icould scream from the tension of being inAdrian’sbed, the friction from fucking him so roughly threatening to send me flying whenIdon’t even want to be here.

Butthe point of no return never existed, andI’mso close.

Afrustrated growl resonates from deep within my chest asIlet go to grip the bed.Adrianheaves, and his fingers bury deep into pelvic bone and press harder against my clit.

Thebed hammers out its own solo to the sway of my hips over his, and his moans soar to ecstatic heights.

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