Obsession (Sinners of New Orleans #3)

Chapter 30

THIRTY

Madi

W e’re going to New York City. I practically squeal with excitement every time I think about it. I get to see Lana! I haven’t seen her since the video call on my wedding day, and now I get to see her in person. I have a mental list running of all the things I want to tell her, starting with Adrian. I glance over at my husband.

We’re sitting on Sam’s private plane, and he’s lost in thought in the seat across from me, chin resting on his palm while he looks out the window.

Adrian was shaken up after he saw Sam in prison. I’m not sure what he said to him, but it left him reeling. Unbuckling my seat belt, I move from my chair to him, setting my weight gently on his lap. Instinctively, his arms come around me and his lips find my neck, pressing a chaste kiss in the space above my collarbone.

“Hi,” he murmurs softly.

“Hi,” I say back. “What’s going on?”

Adrian looks away, and I don’t think he’s going to let me in. And then he says, “Your cousin.” He sighs. “He got in my head.”

“How so?”

Adrian shakes his head. I can tell he’s going to shut me out again, that he doesn’t want to tell me whatever it is Sam did to get him stuck like this.

I slide out of his arms until my knees hit the floor of the plane. “Fine,” I say. “Don’t tell me. But let me help you then, get you out of here.” I point to his head.

A smile tugs at the corners of Adrian’s lips as he realizes what I’m doing. “Yeah?” he asks, eyes searching mine. “You want to take my cock, you needy girl?”

I grin as I unfasten his belt and pull his zipper down. Adrian helps me rid him of his pants and the boxers that are underneath until his cock is free in front of me.

I’ve never given a blow job before, so I try not to show any hesitation as I wrap my hand around his cock, squeezing gently as I pull up. Adrian groans, his head falling back onto the seat.

“Use your mouth,” he demands.

Slowly, I drop my head, extending my tongue to lick along the side of his cock, eliciting another groan from my husband.

“That’s it, princess. Show me what a little slut you are.”

The words, dirty and demeaning, fuel me. I lick from bottom to top once more, swirling my tongue over the head. I can tell from the way Adrian’s fists curl around the chair that I’m doing a good job. Finally, I open my mouth, letting my lips wrap around him as I lower on his cock.

“Fuck,” Adrian hisses.

I flatten my tongue against his member and take him as far as I can. I pull back before I can gag, sucking in a deep breath before I take him again.

“Good girl,” Adrian praises. “Now take me deeper. You can do it.”

This time, I lower my head farther, trying to breathe through the feeling of him at the back of my throat.

“Atta girl.” His fingers reach forward, taking my hair and wrapping it around his hand. I pull up, sucking in another breath of air. “Do you trust me?” he asks.

Do I? A month ago, I would have said fuck no. But that’s not what my gut says now. I nod eagerly. “Yes, I trust you.”

Adrian smiles at that, displaying his pearly white teeth as he leans forward to press a kiss to my forehead, his grip still on my head.

“I want to fuck your face, princess, and then when I’m done, I want you to come while my cum is dripping off you. You think you can handle that?” His dark eyes look into mine, waiting for my answer.

“Yes.”

“Open wide. If you need me to stop, tap my thigh twice. Got it?”

“Yes,” I answer, opening my mouth for him.

He guides me back onto his cock, pushing himself farther down my throat than he was before. I inhale through my nose, keeping myself calm as it gets harder to breathe. Adrian groans as he pulls me back by my hair and thrusts back in.

“You’re so perfect like this, princess. My perfect little fuck doll.”

Heat coils in my stomach from the lewd act paired with his dirty words.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Immediately, my hand drifts to my pussy, finding myself wet already. I drag my finger through my slit, gathering my arousal and bringing it to my clit. I circle the bundle of nerves, feeling the pleasure zip through my body while Adrian uses my mouth.

“Don’t come,” he demands. “Not until you’re covered in my cum. Understood?”

I garble some form of yes that’s incoherent with him stuffing my mouth. The muffled answer only makes him chuckle before he continues fucking my face.

I’m covered in a warm haze, pleasure coating my body. His grunts and moans only fuel me, and there’s a tightness in my stomach, a need to come so badly I begin to mewl around his cock.

“That’s it, dirty girl,” he praises. “I know you want to come, but not yet. Keep taking my cock.” My throat feels stretched and full as he guides himself in and out.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and I can tell he must be close to coming. Suddenly, he pulls free from my mouth, his hand stroking his dick until ropes of white cum release, shooting onto my face.

“Come,” Adrian commands.

I do. Coated in his cum, I circle the sensitive nub, not taking long at all before my orgasm hits me. Everything crashes around me, his name on my lips. And when I go limp, Adrian is scooping me up, telling me what a good girl I am.

He sets me down on the seat, getting a wet cloth from the flight attendant’s station to clean me up. Realizing I just had a mind-blowing orgasm in earshot of her has a red flush of embarrassment rising to my cheeks. Adrian smiles when he sees me with his cum still on my face. Gently, he cleans me with the warm cloth.

“Don’t be embarrassed, princess. You look beautiful with my cum on your skin, marking you. You’re mine.” He leans in, pressing a kiss to my forehead that makes my whole body tingle with warmth.

After he pulls my dress back over my head and puts my panties in place, he tugs me onto his lap, holding me close.

By the time we land in New York, I’m starting to believe that everything is going to be okay.