Page 70 of One Baby Daddy
This wasn’t what I had planned. This wasn’t how I envisioned making Adalyn mine for the first time, but her speech, the way her eyes pleaded with me, and the way she consistently eye-fucked me while on set has left me no choice.
I need her . . . now.
My mouth works over hers, licking, sucking, fusing together. We’ve made out before, but there is a sense of urgency in our kisses this time that’s different.
Moving my hands down her neck, past her shoulders to her sides, my fingers graze her soft skin, spreading goosebumps along every inch of her body. The little pebbles encouraging my touch.
Her stomach, her ribs, my thumbs caress every crevice, every bone to her breasts. I caught a quick look at her full, round tits when she took her bra off and I’m amazed with myself that I’ve been able to keep myself away from them for this long.
But no more.
Cupping them into my palms, they fit perfectly, barely overflowing. Her nipples are hard as my thumbs pass over them, stiff and turned on. And when I squeeze, her mouth drops open wider, a gasp passing her lips straight into mine.
I repeat the action, increasing my cupping with each squeeze until she’s writhing beneath me, her pussy rubbing desperately against my aching cock.
But I don’t give in.
Instead, I squeeze her breast and then pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. Plucking, pulling, pinching. I alternate between the two, until she’s moaning desperately into my mouth, our kisses becoming sloppy, our mouths all over each other, her lips pressing across my mouth, my jaw, my cheeks.
My lips fuse to her chin, her neck, her collarbone. Lifting her arms against the wall, I pin her and bring her breast into my mouth, nibbling on her nipple.
“Oh God, Hayden.” Her hips slam into mine, seeking relief.
I move to the other breast, nibbling harder and sucking her nipple into my mouth, yanking on it, which only seems to spur her on more. Gripping both of her wrists against the wall with one hand, I reach between her legs and easily slide in as she spreads for me, giving me more access.
Pressing my fingers inside her, I let her rock on my hand for a few strokes before I can’t take her soft moans anymore.I need to be inside her now.
Releasing her wrists, I grip her waist and lift her up. Getting the idea, she wraps her legs around my waist and links her ankles, locking herself in. My cock slides up and down her wet center, gliding along her clit.
“Get inside of me, now,” she moans into my ear.
“Hold on to my shoulders.” Reaching between us, I guide my length along her slit until the head of my cock is at her entrance.
Squeezing my eyes shut, so painfully hard, I slide myself in, inch by slow inch.
So wet.
So warm.
So goddamn tight.
“Yes,” she hisses into my ear before her mouth lands on my shoulder.
With each inch she slides down on me, her teeth bite down on my shoulder. Feels so good. So right.
After a few seconds, I bottom out. We both let out a feral groan when I hit that special spot of hers, her teeth sinking deeper.
I welcome the pain.
I’m turned on by the pain.
I want so much more. I want her to bite down on more than my shoulder. Fuck, I want her to play with my nipples again, to grip my balls and roll them between her fingers.
Right now, I need to fuck her against this wall.
Pulsing my hips, I slam into her, thrust after thrust, never letting up. I keep a constant pace, a pace that throws Adalyn into a spiral of passionate ecstasy. Hands on my shoulders, she moves up and down on my length as well, pushing down when I’m rising up, meeting in the middle for an explosive feeling, so rich, so overwhelming that the sounds coming out of her mouth are inaudible. I can hear my name, I can detect some curse words, but that’s it.
And it’s sexy seeing how much I cause Adalyn to feel.
