Adrian's Wrath(26)

“Please, don’t stop.” The fact that she was practically begging him had her flushing with embarrassment, but if it got him to take her over the edge she didn’t care.

“Never. I’ll never stop, Brea.” When his mouth latched onto her clit again and he started that wicked rhythmic suctioning, he didn’t stop when her climax neared. Thrashing her head back and forth, she had never felt anything so good. It was when he teased her pussy hole, slowly slipping his thick, long finger into her, that she surrendered to the feeling that washed through her. Stars danced in front of her vision and she heard a long, whimpering noise leave her. Adrian was relentless as he dragged out her pleasure with his skillful mouth. When the sensations became too much, she tried to push him away. Before he pulled his mouth away, he kissed her so softly against her most intimate part before lifting up and staring at her with hungry eyes.

“I want you, Adrian.” In one fluid motion he stood and stepped out of his pants. His boxer briefs followed. It took her a moment to fully comprehend that she was about to let another man into her body. It had been so very long and her nerves were holding on tight.

His body was a masterpiece. The muscles under his tanned and tattooed skin were cut and defined like a marble statue. He was a big man all around, and quite intimidating. His shoulders were wide and moved down to bulging biceps that she knew held immense power. A rippling and cut chest tapered down to narrow hips and that incredible V of muscle that pointed straight to his straining erection.

“When you look at me like that all I can think about is burying my cock in your sweet little body.”

The air left her in a rush as she listened to his highly erotic words. He bent and retrieved a square foil packet from his pocket and slipped the condom on quickly, all the while keeping his gaze on hers. Crawling toward her, he looked like an animal stalking his prey. His tendons and muscles flexed and bunched as he moved with lethal precision. Hands splaying on her inner thighs, he opened her wider and stared down at what was revealed.

“God, Brea,” he said as his pupils dilated in lust. “You have no idea how much I want you.” His gaze cut to hers. “How much I’ve wanted you.” Taking hold of his thick and long penis, he brought it to the entrance of her body. The air sawed in and out of her as she watched the sight.

This was it. She was taking that step forward. Hopefully it wouldn’t fuck everything up.





Chapter Twelve




The wet, hot flesh of Brea’s pussy sucked at the head of his cock. He gritted his teeth as he fed her more of his shaft. She felt incredibly good, so good that he feared he would come before they even got started. When he looked at her, a look of uninhibited desire was reflected back at him. She looked like a woman with a post-orgasmic high, staring at him with glossy, sleepy eyes, tussled hair, and a lush, ruby-red mouth that was parted in pleasure. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock and he snapped his jaw closed. God, she feels so fucking incredible.

“That’s it, Brea, take me all the way.” Breathing out the words, he continued to shove his shaft into her until the feel of his balls brushing against the curve of her ass had him stilling. Another squeeze of her inner muscles had him gripping her thighs and groaning. “You’re so hot and tight.” Eyes closed because he just didn’t have the strength to keep them open, he could smell her sweet arousal and hear the little sounds of need she made. “I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel so good. You won’t remember anything but the feeling of me inside of you.”

“Yes, Adrian. Yes.”

Bracing his knees apart and pushing her legs as wide as they’d go, he pulled out slowly, feeling every ripple of her body contracting around him. When just the tip remained at her entrance, he pushed back in, agonizingly slow. The restraint it was taking him to go slow, to give her time to adjust to his body penetrating hers, was enough to make him go mad. When he felt her body become wetter, more responsive, he picked up his speed. His strokes were languid at first, but when he peeled his eyes open and stared down at her, splayed out before him like an offering, he went fast.

Her breasts were beautiful, full and tipped with rose-colored nipples. The tissue was tight, pointing straight up as if seeking his mouth. He wanted to draw them into his mouth, suck on them until she came from the act alone. His imagination spurred him on and he found himself pushing into her with faster, harder strokes. She didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, she urged him to give her more. Her breasts swayed with his thrusting, and her creamy skin became flushed. Already her eyes were half-lidded, and when he saw them start to close he slowed.