42. Adelaide
FORTY-TWO
ADELAIDE
I was sore.
Everywhere.
Curving into Christian’s side of the bed, he wasn’t there.
A pit fell in my stomach.
He’s gone.
If he told me what he liked, what he wanted, I could have given it to him. Instead, he left me, and I was alone on his king-sized bed with a broken-hearted shaped hole in my chest. I hated him for leaving me like this when he told me he loved?—
“Looking for me?”
All I had to do was turn my head to the sound of his gravelly voice and there he was. Shirtless with only his boxers on while he casually threaded pieces of… my dress together.
What on earth is he doing?
“Is that mine?” The blanket slipped off me when I jumped to sit up.
Christian’s smile vanished and his movements stopped.
His gaze lowered with a hard swallow.
What was he— oh .
My tits were bare. Nipples pebbled into sharp peaks from his molten gaze. Because I wasn’t a complete tease, I grabbed the blanket and covered myself.
“You seemed to be loving the view too much,” I muttered with a heavy huff of air to blow away a strand from my face.
Christian’s pearly whites appeared from behind his one type of smile. All bright and straight and perfect like the man himself. I blinked stupidly because how did he look this good in the morning when I represented a rat or even the lowest, most disgusted corner of where a rat might take a dump.
“I love you too much.”
A full-blown, heated blush rises up my cheeks at the same time I shuffle with the blankets until they drape around me. “Stop changing the subject.”
“Me loving you should be the only subject.” A spark glinted with his bright smile before he went back to sewing. “You should sleep more, it’s still early.”
It was indeed very early, but I spent many mornings without him and now I want to spend every morning with him.
Sue me.
“If I refuse?” I taunted with a raised brow.
He narrowed his eyes, but the smile remained. “I should stay true to my promise and spank you.”
Molten liquid spread through me.
“And if I refuse that?”
He smirked. “Something tells me you’d like it.”
I’d love it, but I wasn’t telling him that.
I needed him again.
I got off the bed and scurried over to him.
Christian looked up and tilted his head. “Can I help you, Mrs. Hayes?”
“You can, actually.” I grabbed the hand not holding the needle and pushed my sex into his palm.
He watched through a hooded gaze as I took control and slid his fingers inside with a hoarse gasp. “Your fingers are so thick.”
“Fuck.” Christian curled one inside and it hit right where I needed it badly.
I buckled, the blanket slipping from my shoulders, while holding his eyes. He trailed down to my tits that were barely exposed then to our hands down there. He moved to press a kiss to my navel, while we continued the onslaught of making me come together.
My brain fused with intense pleasure and nonsensical words. All I could do was feel the way his fingers were pushing in and out of me—how he knew exactly where to make me belt over and grab his hair. How he perfected the look of making my pleasure his.
“You like this, don’t you?” He hit that spot again and I gasped, clutching his hair with my free hand. “Pretending to be in control when we both know it’s my fingers in your cunt.”
“You like it too,” I whimpered when he nipped the roundness of my stomach.
“No,” he groaned. “I fucking love it.”
He quickened the pace and I let him.
“Come for me, baby.”
And I did.
Fast and unsteady, I came onto his fingers.
Christian gave me multiple orgasms and I gave him zero.
He was rock hard beneath me but didn’t voice what he wanted.
I wanted to give it to him.
All of it—whatever it was.
He stared at me with confusion when I got down to my knees. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Baby, you don’t have to do that for me.”
I tugged his boxers down with aggression and determination. “I’m not. This is for me.”
My mouth watered at the sight.
Pre-cum leaked from his tip and he was huge in my palms.
“Look at you,” his thumb swiped over my mouth, opening it. He took it as an opportunity to slip his fingers inside. “Suck, baby.” I followed his command. The taste of me coated my tongue. I squeezed my thighs, holding back on the wetness leaking out of me.
“You want to suck my cock?” He gritted.
I hummed.
I swirled my tongue around his fingers.
He took his fingers out with a lewd pop and impatience tore into me.
No more waiting.
With one hand on his muscular thigh, I put him in my mouth.
“Fuck, Adelaide.” Christian’s head tips back with a groan. I slowly slid my mouth down his length, unendurably slow, breathing through my nose and taking him as far back as I could.
I really challenged myself by swallowing and taking more of him.
“Where the fuck did you learn how to do this?” He wrapped my hair around his one hand, bopping my head to a rhythm only we could hear.
I was drunk on him. I didn’t care that he held most of the control or that he was a big man towering over me. All I cared about was I had the ability to make him fall apart in front of me. He was in my mouth. He was going to squirt on my tits and paint me with his come.
He was mine .
“Yeah,” he groaned when I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and played with his balls. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there.”
My nails dug into his thighs, but he didn’t seem to care.
I squeezed my eyes shut; it was sensory overload, but I loved it. I wanted more of him—of this.
Everyday.
For the rest of my life.
“Look at me when you’re sucking my cock.” Moving my hands upwards to the ridges of his abdomen, I traced the lines of his perfected abs while sucking him harder and harder. Averting from his perfect body to his majestic eyes, Christian stared down with restrained tenderness and wiped a wet corner of my lips. “You look so fucking pretty like this, Adelaide.”
I moaned around his cock.
“I’m gonna…”
Christian fucked my mouth while I held on for dear life, enjoying the ride from below.
He jerked and pulsed in my mouth, and I swallowed every last bit.
When the moment passes, and Christian drops my hair. He pulled me up onto his lap with my legs on either side of him and locked the moment with a searing kiss.
Positioning us so that his cock aligned with me, one deep look and he pushed inside. Both of us groaned at the same time, our lips brushing against each other.
It was too deep this way.
I grabbed his shoulders. “I can’t— it’s too much .”
Christian pecked my lips. “You can and you will,” he forced me down and my head fell on his shoulder.
He felt incredible.
The initial pinch lingered in the back, but I relished in the friction. My walls tightened around him while I bounced up and down on his cock.
Christian wrapped his mouth around my juddering tits—biting and leaving marks on them.
“Just like that, baby.” He grunted when I rolled my hips, fingers biting into my skin. “You ride my cock so well.”
He leaned back against the chair, while I leaned back with my hand on his knees and lost myself into this dance. He watched me like the powerful man he was. One hand branding my hip, the other behind his head as I used him like my personal orgasm maker.
“Fuck,” he rubbed up and down the side of me. “Look at you, perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect cunt.”
Christian lifted his hips and hit a spot so deep inside of me that without any warning I came apart.
He held onto me for dear life while he squirted and jerked himself into me.
I pressed a kiss to his forehead before slumping down onto his chest. “Best sex ever.”
Then both of us started laughing.