Tempting(44)

When Adele pivoted and started running toward my family room, I bounded after, catching her after only a few feet. I wrapped an arm around her waist, easily lifting her and swinging her around. She screamed, kicking her feet backward and making contact with my shins.

We didn’t kiss. That wasn’t the right word for the way our mouths met. Our teeth clashed and our tongues stabbed, her hands formed claws that she raked down my chest. I tore her bra off and shoved her backward over the arm of my couch. The awkward angle made her ribs stick out from her flat stomach, her breasts aimed like up a gift. Only I wasn’t feeling worshipful. And this wasn’t about her pleasure. It probably wasn’t about mine either, so I didn’t touch them and tug them and taste them like I wanted to.

Instead I gripped her hips and easily flipped her over onto her stomach, so that her ass lined up perfectly where I needed it. She kicked backward and I cracked a hand over her ass, stilling her immediately.

“You keep fighting me and I won’t let you get off.”

“Fuck you, asshole.”

I bent forward so that my chest was pressed completely against her back, every breath she took making me lift up. Wrapping my fist in her hair, I yanked it back so that her ear was right next to my mouth. “Don’t worry, Adele. You will.”

The groan that came from her mouth made me want to reward her. It was so raw and obscene that I could have come right there. Instead I straightened, yanking the jeans over her ass and down to her knees in one rough movement. They hadn’t been unbuttoned, so maybe it hurt. I didn’t really care. Her ass was bare underneath her pants, and I ran my hands up and over the firm flesh, spreading them open and running my thumbs down the crack, stopping just shy of dipping them inside of her.

Her hips tilted up, following the motion of my hands, and if I hadn’t been able to smell how turned on she was, I damn well could see it. Adele was fucking soaked, clearly loving this as much as I was. I stepped back, pushing my shorts down before I stepped out of them.

“Are you just going to stand there or will you eventually do something with that dick of yours?” Adele asked, looking over her shoulder at me, ass still sticking up in the air like it had been her idea. I walked forward, letting my cock rest in between her ass cheeks. When I moved forward, coming over her, her eyelids fell shut from the contact. Instead of gripping her hair again, I wrapped a hand around her throat and turned her head toward me.

Her eyes popped open when I lightly squeezed. “I’m going to make you scream, little girl. And by the time I finally let you come, you’ll want to kill me because of how long it will take. But you won’t, because you know I’m the only one who will ever make you feel so fucking good.”

Then I rammed my cock into her with one sure thrust. I cursed and she moaned like a damn pornstar, it sounded so lewd. Oh God, why did this feel so fucking good? She was a burning fist around my cock, so tight and so wet, that I took my time pulling out, stopping when just the tip of my cock stayed inside. Then I pushed back in, tilting my hips up right at the end.

Adele’s arms stretched out over her head, and the motion made her back curve in toward the couch. The shift in motion pushed her hips up slightly higher.

“Fuck yes, that it’s, baby. That’s it right there.”

“Harder, Nathan. Please, please, please, harder.”

I slowed my movements, even though I always wanted to slap myself because of how difficult it was to do so. That’s when it hit me.

No condom. No wonder it felt so damn good. I didn’t halt my movement though, knowing how this would end. I smiled, knowing she couldn’t see my face, because Adele really might want to murder me once this was done. I picked up my speed, the sounds of slapping skin and harsh breaths the only thing in the room. One of her hands pulled down, sliding under her, and I knew she was going to rub her clit, so I snatched it before she could.

“Uh-uh, it’s not happening like that.”

“I hate you.” She tried to pull her arm from my grip, but I wrenched it behind her back, thrusting back in so hard that she cried out.

Then I pulled out, whipping her up and around to face me. Her face was flushed, pupils dilated. She looked perfect.

“You have two choices, Adele. I can come in your mouth, or on your tits. What’s it going to be?”

Surprisingly, her mouth curved up at the edges. “Tits, please. I want to see what your come feels like on my skin.”

“Good girl.” I lightly pinched her stubborn little chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting it up. I touched my lips to hers, the only softness I’d allowed since she’d knocked on the door. “Now get on your knees, and don’t even think about touching yourself.”