Chapter 37
Inod, breathless. “Yours.”
My body answers before my mouth can. I moan, back arching as pleasure coils low in my stomach.
“Yeah,” he growls. “There it is.”
His hand slides down between us and his thumb finds my clit.
I jolt. “Oh—”
He presses harder, rubbing slow, controlled circles while he keeps fucking me. The combination is too much. My pussy clenches around his cock without me meaning to.
He smiles against my skin, dark and satisfied.
“You’re gonna come on my cock again,” he says.
I shake my head weakly. “I—I don’t—”
“Yes, you do,” he cuts in. “Let it happen.”
He changes the angle of his hips and thrusts deeper and faster, his thumb relentless on my clit, rubbing exactly where it makes my legs tremble.
Pressure builds fast too fast. My breaths turn into broken sounds. My hands claw at his back.
“I’m close,” I gasp, panic and need mixing together.
“Yes,” he says. “Come for me, baby.”
One more deep thrust. One more hard swipe of his thumb.
My orgasm crashes over me violently again. My back bows. A choked scream tears from my throat as my walls clamp around him, pulsing hard, refusing to let go.
“Fuck,” he growls, thrusting through it. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”
He doesn’t stop while I come. He fucks me without pausing, holding me down, letting me feel every second of it until I’m shaking, oversensitive and completely wrecked.
When it finally fades, I’m breathless, limp beneath him. He kisses my jaw, softer but still possessive.
“You did perfect,” he murmurs. “And that was just the beginning.”
My body’s still trembling from how hard I came. My walls flutter around him, and I can feel the way it messes with him.
His hand grips my throat as he keeps fucking me deep, fast and desperate. I like it. I relish the dizziness from his grip.
“You’re never getting away from me now,” he says softly.
His rhythm falters for half a second, then comes back rougher, a low, raw sound ripping straight from his chest. He groans.
“Fuck,” he gasps. His hips stutter. “You—Jesus, fuck, you feel too good—”
He buries his face in my neck. His thrusts get harder, faster, deeper than before, like he’s chasing the end and can’t slow down.
My hand ascends from his back and tangles in his hair, pulling slightly, enjoying how wrecked he sounds.
“Can’t hold it,” he mutters, breath hot against my skin. “You’re so fucking tight—fuck—I’m gonna come—”
His grip on my hips tightens, holding me in place as he fucks into me deeper.
He’s still in charge, but the way his breath stutters against my neck and his hips jerk harder than before tells me he’s close to losing control.
He feels harder and bigger. Fuck, it hurts so much, but at the same time, it doesn’t. And I want more.
“Fuck,” he pants. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
He lets out another sound—low, guttural, almost a whimper—and it’s pure fucking desperation wrapped in dominance.
I moan under him, and he snarls like it pushes him even closer.
I dig my nails into his back. “Do it. Come in me.”
Instantly, he pulls back and finishes himself with rough and violent strokes, spilling all over my lower belly.
I can’t believe I just had sex. I always thought it would be painful, awkward—something to regret. Humiliating even.
But with Adam, it wasn’t. It did something to me.
I don’t want to move, because if I do, I might lose the feeling. The weight of him. The heat.
I want more.
Adam
Fuck, I can’t stop looking at her.
Laid out beneath me like a masterpiece.
My masterpiece.
Fucking mine.
My cum is on her stomach, trailing lazily down her sides, and she hasn’t even moved to wipe it off. Her eyes are half-lidded, watching me like she’s not sure what just hit her.
I know exactly what hit me.
Her first time. Every sound she made, every look she gave me, seared into my brain like a brand. I’ve had her once and it’s already not enough. I’m not done.
My body is still wired, still greedy, still tuned to hers like I never left it.
Fucking hell. I should pull back, clean her up, give her space. But I’m still hovering like a horny teenage boy, still hungry, still way too gone to pretend I’m fine.
“You’re staring,” she says quietly.
“Yeah.” No point denying it.
Her lips twitch. “Why?”
“Because I already miss being inside you.”
That makes her breath hitch.
“It didn’t hurt?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Only a little. At first.”
I nod, watching the way her fingers trace over my chest, staring at me.
“And now?”
She hesitates. “Now it just feels good.”
That does something to me. My hand’s still resting on her thigh, and she shifts under it. Her hips tilt, barely, but enough to touch my already hard cock.
I groan without meaning to. “Don’t do that.”
She stills, her lips slightly parted, eyes wide with surprise.
I press my forehead to hers, mouth brushing the corner of her lips, breathing her in like I haven’t already filled every inch of her.
“Unless you want me to fuck you again.”
She doesn’t say a word, and that’s all the permission I need.
I push back in, dragging the full length of my cock through her tight, soaked pussy, and fuck me, she’s still so warm. Still so good.
“You feel that?” I murmur, mouth brushing hers. “Still gripping me like you never want me to leave.”
She gasps and clutches my shoulders. My cock thickens inside her, getting hard again way too fast, and yeah—this is happening.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” I tell her, kissing her once. “You let me break you open like that, and your body’s already begging for more.”
She nods, whimpering, desperately moving her hips to mine.
That’s my girl.
I groan as I start to fuck her again. Slow and deep strokes at first, taking my time. Her legs wrap around my waist, trying to keep me there.
Like she needs me.
I look down at her, and it hits me all over again.
There’s no one like her.
“I swear to God,” I whisper against her neck. “No one’s ever made me feel like this. No one’s ever made me lose it like you do.”
She moans when I say that.
“You don’t even know what you’ve done to me. I’ve had you once, and I already know this pussy’s mine. You’re mine.”
I thrust a little harder, a little faster.
“Ah!” she cries out, nails digging into my arms, and her body tightens around me again.
“Fuck, baby … that’s it,” I growl. “Take it. You take my cock so well. It’s like you were made for me.”
She starts to fall apart beneath me again.
“You’re perfect,” I mutter, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “You know that?”
“Adam, I …” she pants.
“You are,” I insist. “The way you look at me, the way you moan, the way you fuckin’ take me. You’re perfect.”
I slam into her deeper. She moans louder, and I feel her clench again.
“Shit,” I hiss. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
She nods, breathless, writhing under me.
“Yes …”
“Come for me,” I whisper. “One more time. Let me feel you lose it again.”
I rub her clit, fast and tight, just how she likes it, and she’s gone, crying out, her back arching, her pussy clenching so hard around me I see stars.
That’s it. That’s fucking it.
I groan loudly. My eyes are squeezing shut, thrusting harder as she comes all over me.
“God—you’re gonna fucking kill me,” I choke out. “You’re too good—I can’t hold it—”
My voice breaks as I come, stealing the breath from my lungs.
I pull back and finish on her once again.
That was … just perfect.
Her arms are still around me, still moaning soft little sounds in my ear, and I can’t stop shaking.
I kiss her shoulder. Her neck. Her cheek.
“I don’t think I can stop wanting you,” I say quietly. “And I don’t want to.”
Her fingers slide into my hair, holding me close.
“You undo me,” I murmur. “And I’d stay that way if it means staying yours.”