Tainted Love(8)

Ade slid his hand around to my back without breaking our kiss, unlatching my brain one swift move and throwing it to the floor. I threw my arms up above my head as he leaned up on his elbows, looking down at me.

“You’re gorgeous. You know that, right? I wouldn’t do this if you weren’t. Shallow? I know. But it is what it is.”

I laughed. “Oh boy, you’re brutally honest. You do know that, right?” I answered and he smiled a slow, sexy smile.

“Well yes, I’ve been told that many times.”

Bringing his face back down to mine, he slowly slid his lips down to my breasts, sucking on one of them while tugging on the other with his fingers. I arched my back and bit down on my lip. He began going down lower…and lower…

Please don’t chew.

Please don’t chew.

…slowly, licking and nibbling his way down.

Once Ade’s mouth landed on my most sensitive and almost untouched part of my body, I could feel his expertise. This should have worried me, but it was hard for me to think of anything else when the way his tongue slid up and down my slit was the most intense feeling I’d ever felt. I moaned out in pleasure, grasping the feeling of his wet tongue expertly sliding up and around my clit in pressured circles. When I felt his finger slip into me, then push on my front wall inside me, the feeling intensified.

He stopped, and I almost wanted to kick him in the face. He looked up at me, eyes hooded and his hat flipped backward.

“Get up on your elbows, Kalie. I want you to watch this go down,” he told me with a smirk.

After I’d propped myself up on my elbows, my hair sprawled out in front of me, I watched him in fascination. Throwing my head back as he made my body explode in front of my very eyes, I bit down on my lower lip, sucking in a breath as my body tensed around his finger.

“Let it go, baby,” Ade grumbled from between my thighs.

As if on command, I exploded around his fingers.

Coming down from the best oral I’d ever had, he stood, pulling his jeans down and making his way back up to me, pushing me with his body to lie down on my back. He placed a single soft kiss on my lips, wrapping his fingers with mine, and then popping them above my head. I felt his thick head at my opening before he eased his way into me slowly. Once he felt the barrier, he looked down at me.

“You good?”

I nodded my head, unable to create any words as he pushed into me in one hard thrust. I cried out a little and bit down onto his shoulder. I was sure I’d drawn blood because it fucking hurt that much that I didn’t care.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, letting me slowly widen out for him as much as I could.

“I need to move now, babe. You good with that?”

I nodded my head again, unable to speak. The pain—oh my God, the fucking pain—fucking hurt like a motherfucker. It was nothing like what I’d read in my romance novels.

Yeah? You don’t say. And billionaires looked like Donald Trump in real life, definitely not like Christian Grey.

There was no warming up then having a mind-blowing orgasm. Lies, all lies. All I wanted to do was push him out of me, so I could go home and cry about how painful it was.

Shit.

“Give me a minute,” I squeaked, scrunching up my face. He laughed a small laugh.

“That sore, huh? You wanna stop?” he asked. Not in an ‘I’ll be an asshole to you if you said yes’ kind of way, but in an ‘I couldn’t really give a fuck’ sort of way.

I shook my head. “No, definitely not. Sorry. I guess this isn’t how things usually pan out when you take a girl home.”

Blushing with embarrassment, he swiped my hair out of my face and caressed my cheek.

“Maybe not, no. But if you want me to stop, tell me now. And be honest with me.”

I looked into his eyes, and I didn’t know why, but I got the feeling he was not usually this nice with his ‘girls.’

“Thanks, but I’m good.” I smiled up at him.

Noticing it felt a little better down there, just a little uncomfortable, I began to grind against him. He groaned a deep guttural groan into the crook of my neck before pushing back into me softly. He slowly pulled out and I swear to God it felt as though there was a razor blade down there. I winced but swallowed the pain. By the third thrust, I felt the pain start to dissipate and pleasure began to take over. Grasping onto my thigh, he hitched it up onto his hip and pulled me in, deeper and deeper. His sex skills were insanely perfect. It was as though he was built to pleasure women.

God must be a woman. There was no way a man would create someone like Ade.

With every thrust and every hit, he rubbed his thick head against my g-spot; noting that something did not feel natural down there. He pushed in softly, and pulled out, the rhythm in which he was caressing my walls was addictive. With every extract of his long thick piece, I felt the pull of pressure when he slid out of me. I began to feel that familiar climb, my breath hitched and I attempted to suck in air. He brought his face down to mine, pulling my lip into his mouth.