Page 56 of Promised

Not that I wanted anything else. It felt so good. So right to be back in his arms. Even if it wasn’t exactly the same, we weren’t the same.

I gasped as his hand crept up my body. His thumb ran along my bottom lip. He groaned as I poked my tongue out, licking the pad of his finger. Electricity filled my veins as his eyes darkened.

I gagged as he shoved his fingers in my mouth. He smiled devilishly as he choked me. I grasped his forearms, but I was helpless to do anything. Couldn’t stop him from stealing my breath. From claiming my body.

“I want to smell your fear.” He growled as he ran his nose along my neck. “Hear your gasps for air.”

My heart beat faster, smacking into my ribs as I stared at him. His ocean-blue eyes flickered with lust. They weren’t cold and dark anymore but full of warmth and apprehension. He didn’t want to hurt me, but neither of us could help this crazy desire.

Because it wasn’t only fear I felt. It was euphoria. The pleasure of being completely out of control. Of being taken. Claimed by someone I knew in my bones wouldn’t actually hurt me.

I gagged as he slammed into me over and over again. I struggled for air as I felt his thick cock spreading me open. I squeezed my legs tighter, trying to meet his thrusts. But all my energy was focused on not passing out as he cut off my oxygen.

My body twitched. My vision narrowed. My mind went hazy.

And I loved it. Loved every second of being owned by him.

“I’m going to come down that sweet throat of yours.” My eyes widened as he thrust deeper into my pussy. Hitting a spot that made me whimper in pleasure and pain. “You’re going to choke on my cock.”

The idea of being on my knees. Being used by him in a different way made my body tighten around him. I was so close again I could feel it. The orgasm humming under my skin. Rushing to the surface.

“There’s my little slut. So needy to swallow my cum.”

A strangled cry left my lips as he slid his fingers along my tongue in time with his cock in my pussy. Drool dripped down my chin. Tears fell from my eyes.

I was a mess, but I didn’t care. And the look in his eyes told me he didn’t either. He was feral as he slammed into me over and over. Growls and curses left his chest as he took me harder. Harder than I thought was possible, but my body hadn’t given out yet.

“Does it hurt?” I could hear him struggle for air as his fingers dug into my ass. I was going to be covered in bruises.

“Yes,” I screamed, sucking in the oxygen as he removed his fingers. But the break was short-lived as he closed his fist around my throat again.

“Good. You’ll feel me tomorrow, won’t you?” He smashed our mouths together briefly. My tongue clashed with his. Chasing as he retreated. “You’ll know whose slut you are.”

“I’m your slut.” I whimpered as I combusted around him again.

“Fuck.” He cursed as he grit his teeth. He slowed his movement, staying in time with my rhythm as I clenched and released around his hard cock. “Say my name when you come. I want to hear you scream it.”

“Adam!” I screamed again as he dropped his hand to my clit, circling roughly. His touch extended my orgasm. I didn’t know if it was one or two. But it seemed like it was never going to stop.

I struggled to keep my eyes open as he watched me. My body quivered as wave after wave washed over me. Forcing me to squeeze around his cock even when it hurt. When I was ready to be done.

I slumped against Adam. My body was exhausted. He gave me a single moment of rest. Stroking my hair gently. I sighed. Content to be in his arms again.

But he wasn’t done with me yet.

He ripped my legs from around him. They gave out as he pushed my shoulders. I fell to my knees in front of him. My lips parted in surprise as I saw what he was doing.

One hand slammed into the wall above my head as the other stroked his still-hard cock. It was thick and long. Covered in my cum as he fucked his fist.

He hadn’t come. Confusion washed over me before I realized why. I asked him not to come inside me last night. He might be the devil to anyone else, but to me, he wasn’t.

“Thank me for letting you come.” He groaned as I reached my hand out, joining his. “That’s my little slut.”

We stroked him roughly. Our hands moved easily because he was soaked in my wetness. My mouth watered as I watched him.

His muscles bunched and flexed. His handsome face pulled tight in pleasure. His large Adam’s apple bobbed. His groans filled the air.

I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him. I’d come twice, but I still needed more. I wanted to make him feel as good as I did.

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