Chapter 18 #2
She did, her lips parting, and I guided myself to her mouth. The first touch of her tongue against my tip made me groan.
“Wider,” I commanded, and she obeyed, taking me deeper into that sinful mouth of hers.
Thank goodness for the darkness, or my bluff would have been called right then and there. She couldn’t see what she did to me; she’d think things she absolutely shouldn’t.
The heat of her mouth was exquisite. I started moving, slowly at first, pushing deeper with each pump.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Take it. Take all of me.”
The wet sounds filled the hall and my ears, the way she took me without protest, making me thrust harder.
Adrianne gagged, and the constriction of her throat made me want to fuck her mouth harder. Instead, I slowed down, allowing her to breathe and adjust to my length.
“You look so fucking perfect like this,” I groaned, swiping her hair away from her pretty face. “On your knees for me. Mouth full of my cock. Is this what you wanted, Babochka? You wanted to see what you do to me? Is this honesty enough?”
Adrianne moaned around me, the vibration sending pleasure shooting up my spine. Her hands came up to grip my thighs, steadying herself as I thrust deeper.
Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked harder, and I almost lost control. My hips started moving faster, fucking her mouth with increasing intensity.
“I’m fucking lost, Baby. Are you going to be a good girl and take my cum?” I asked, pulling out completely. The sight of Adrianne coming after my cock, her lips parted, like I’d just taken the sweetest lollipop from her mouth, made my balls tighten with need.
Instead of answering me, Adrianne merely nodded, her tongue stuck out, silently begging for more. I gripped her hair tighter, making those perfect eyes bury in mine again.
“I asked you a question, Addy.” I said, tapping the tip of my cock on that wet tongue of hers, “You want to suck my cock some more, you need to answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I teased, “Let me hear you beg for it.”
“Yes, I’m going to be a good girl. Can I have more, please?”
Jesus.
Fucking.
Christ!
“Breathe through your nose,” I instructed, my voice strained as I slowly buried my cock back into that death trap of a mouth. “I’m not stopping until I come down your throat.”
Steadily, I thrust my hips at will, increasing my pace as I fucked her mouth like she’d begged.
In the darkness, I could make out the tears that glistened in the faint light as they gathered in her eyes, but my brave girl didn’t pull away.
My brave girl?
Adrianne kept taking me. She kept sucking and kept looking up at me with those defiant eyes carved with need and the same hunger that infested my chest.
“Fuck, Adrianne.” My grip tightened in her hair. “I’m close. You’re going to swallow every drop. Understand?”
She moaned again, and that was all it took.
My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, making me groan as I spilled myself down her throat. She gagged slightly, but didn’t pull away, swallowing everything I gave her.
When I finally pulled out, she gasped for air, her lips swollen, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked wrecked. So fucking beautiful. Mine.
Fuck!
I tucked myself back into my pants, trying to steady my breathing, trying to process what we’d just done, knowing that I’d made a huge fucking mistake.
Adrianne was still on her knees, looking up at me, expectant. Her eyes filled with a hope I couldn’t dare feed.
“Get up,” I said roughly, putting some space between us.
She stood slowly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“That…” I started, then stopped. What the fuck was I supposed to say? That that was fucking amazing? That I’d never come so hard in my damn life? That the sight of her with my cock in her mouth was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen? No. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
The way her shoulders sagged in defeat and deception shot a sharp pang straight to my chest, showing me how much of a fuck-up this was.
I was expecting her to reply with that same fire from earlier. I was ready for another fight. But the light that had been in her eyes just a second ago vanished, like someone had blown out the last candle in her.
“I see. Earning my keep. Got it.” Adrianne turned around, facing the window so she didn’t have to look at me. Slowly, she tried to fix her hair and dry her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweater, erasing all evidence of what just happened.
The way her voice felt foreign landed like a blow. The guilt that followed, too much to deal with right now.
I pulled out my phone, needing distance, needing to end this before I did something even more stupid. “Kirill. Second floor, east wing. Now.”
Adrianne stood there, her back straight as if she was forcing the strength into her spine, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Adrianne…” I called, my hand landing on her shoulder.
She shook me off, flinching from my touch as if it burned, “Don’t touch me.”
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Kirill appeared.
“Take her back to her room,” I ordered, my voice cold. “And make sure the door is locked this time. Station a guard there. She doesn’t leave again.”
“Yes, Boss.”
For the first time since I’d destroyed whatever hope she had in her, Adrianne held my gaze as Kirill led her away, and I saw the anger and hurt in her eyes.
When she disappeared around the corner, I turned back to the window, pressing my forehead against the cold glass.
Why was guilt strangling me? Why was I fighting the urge to go after her?
Blyat.
I was so completely fucked.