I cry out when the pressure winds so tight I think I might burst. Only, Adam won’t let me come. Every time I edge closer to my orgasm, he pulls back and slows down.
My teeth dig into my bottom lip and my fingers sink into his hair as he licks and sucks and tugs on my pussy with his mouth. I arch my back and push closer to him.
Finally, he pulls away and rubs the back of his arm across his wet chin. I’ve soaked the sheets, and my pussy throbs with want.
“You’re cruel. Why won’t you let me come?”
He moves like a prowling tiger up and over me, pushing me further back onto the bed until he’s got me trapped beneath him, caged in his arms. “Because I want you addicted to me. When I let you come, it’s going to be hard and something you’ll never forget.”
“Oh.” The word escapes on a sigh.
He dips to take my nipple between his teeth. Then he soothes the bite with his tongue, slathering it over the pink bead. He slips between my thighs, his cock sinking deep inside me. I wrap my legs around him as he lays kisses along my neck and rolls his hips, again and again, until the pressure builds again.
Adam slowly builds up the speed of his thrusts. I brace myself against the headboard as he plunges into me again and again, harder with each stroke. Then he stands on his knees and grabs my ankles, pushing them up to rest against the front of his shoulders. Holding me at my waist, he pulls back and rams his hard-on deeper.
Over and over, he slams into me, filling me to the brim until I’m panting and my pussy muscles clench his erection.
He finds my clit and rubs hard circles over it while he impales me again and again. “Come for me, Beautiful Girl. Let go.”
His dick, the pad of his thumb on my bud, and every fiber of my being pulsing to his rhythm, all culminate to drive me over the edge. The sensations swamp me. I close my eyes and let go. I catch my breath and bear down on his cock, wrapping him with my legs.
I draw him down to me. My pussy clings to his hard-on as he continues pumping in and pulling out, until another tightened coil of hot liquid unfurls deep inside my core. Adam shoves his hand behind my head and grabs a handful of hair, yanking it hard enough to increase the intensity of my orgasm. His mouth roams over mine, our tongues loving one another as waves of pleasure crash over me.
Holy.
Fuck.
Me.
He loosens his grip on my hair, kissing my forehead. “Think you’d like another one of those?”
FIFTEEN
Kelsey almost glows with the sheen of sweat we’ve worked up. She lays under me, her pussy still trying its damnedest to milk my cock. Her arms are flung wide, and her breasts jiggle a little with each breath she takes—hard breaths that puff out between lips swollen from my kisses. Her hair haloes her head and trails across the pillow, spilling onto the mattress.
Fuck if she isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I push the wisp of hair out of her eyes with the tip of my finger.
She smiles, but it fades to a frown with her next trembling breath. “You didn’t come.”
“No.”
Her lashes kiss her cheeks and she sucks in her bottom lip. When she looks up at me, her smile returns. “How can I help?”
I inhale deeply and exhale slowly, shaking my head.
“What?” She reaches up and gently tweaks my nipple.
I grab her fingers, bringing them to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. “You can’t. I told you. This is how it is. It’s not you. Not at all.”
She rises and pushes me to the side.
I move off of her.
Shit. Now she’s going to leave.
I roll to my back and prop my head on my hands. I’ll play it cool. If she leaves, she leaves. I can’t change what I am or how my body works—or doesn’t.
But she doesn’t leave.
She takes my cock in hand and licks the tip, circling it with her tongue. My dick strains toward her. Kelsey turns, swinging her leg over me. She holds my hard-on and rubs it along her slit, wetting us both with her cream.
She licks her lips and lowers herself onto me, taking in every inch—every millimeter of my cock. She sits astride me like I’m a horse and she’s a naked cowgirl.
Her long hair hangs over one shoulder, almost to her waist, so only half of her face is visible. One of her tits is partially covered. Her pink nipple peeks through as though it’s the shyer of the two. She should be immortalized, exactly like this, sexy as fuck with that satisfied smirk.
She moves, and the world tilts again, as it did earlier when I first jammed my dick inside her.
I close my eyes, trying to find my center of gravity, but I might as well be in outer space, because all I can feel is her. Her hands on my chest, her fingers digging into my pecs. Her pussy swallowing my erection. The weight of her across my hips.