Page 138 of Adam
“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.
Mymasterpiece.
Fuckingmine.
