Page 46
Story: Bloody Wedding
Now?
I suck in a breath, let it out, then glance up at Adrian. “There’s only one way to find out.”
It’s a dare. I know it. He knows it.
He doesn’t care one bit.
It’s permission, and I think that’s all Adrian was waiting for.
Next thing I know, his hand is inside my panties, my back arched, and my body coming completely to life for him.
“God, you’re so fucking hot. Andslick. This… your body made this for me.” He swirls his finger in the moisture before shifting his hand, bumping against my clit. “You want me, Loni. Don’t deny it.”
How can I? I’ve never been able to. My attraction to Adrian Heller’s never been in doubt. Even though I shouldn’t, I want him, and I guess that hasn’t changed one bit.
When I don’t, he eases a finger inside of me. It’s been so long since I’ve had a lover—a year, maybe, or longer, I didn’t keep track—and my pussy immediately clenches around the intrusion. I want it. I need it.
I crave it.
“Yes…”
“Told you,” he says, the sound so smug, it erases some of my lust-fueled desire. “You were made for me.”
I start to squirm, ready to get up and shove his hand out of my pants. I just manage to pull myself into a semi-seated position when Adrian follows me, pushing up from his lean.
He’s still stroking me, playing with me, but now he has one hand in my panties, slowly fingerfucking me, while his other goes to my hair.
Before I can say anything else, he blows a minty cool breath of fresh air in front of my nostrils.
“I made it a whole week without a cigarette,” he says, a hint of pride in his throaty voice. “Sure, I went through fifteen packs of gum to stave off the cravings, and I still get a slight headache every now and then, but it’s one week down, princess. That means you owe me a kiss.”
I open my mouth to remind him that I never agreed to that, but it’s useless. I’ve kissed Adrian so many times this last week, all because he’s working so hard to quit smoking cold turkey, that I’ve come to crave the way he conquers my mouth like this.
Only this time… it’s a little different. Having his tongue plundering mine as he continues to pump his finger in and out of me, developing a rhythm… it’s a complete onslaught, and I’m not naive enough to realize that.
I might have given in tonight, but I don’t want Adrian to think that he’s won the war between us. If anything, it’s just a single battle. A setback.
A mistake.
One I’m sure I’ll make again before this… whatever Adrian and I have now… is over. But because I know it can’t last, despite his certainty otherwise, I need to remember that there’s a very good chance that he’s fucking with me by, well,fuckingme.
“I hate you,” I say, groaning into his mouth.
In response, he inserts a second finger inside of me while scraping his canine against my bottom lip. “No, princess. You only wish you did.”
I do. Fuck it, Ido. It would be so much easier to keep my distance if I hated Adrian. If the way he’s panting softly, breath warm against my skin, fingers twisting, probing, stretching me… if I hated him, this would just stoke the fire of that hatred instead of having me seconds away from coming all over his hand.
Seconds… Instead of answering Adrian with words, he flicks my clit with his thumb and that’s just what I needed to explode. Clutching his arm, digging my fingernails into his muscle as I see stars behind my eyelids, I climax.
It was so fucking beautiful, I almost want to take back the way I told him I hated him. But then, as the blood stops pounding in my ears, all I hear is his voice telling me, “That’s my girl. I knew you couldn’t resist me.”
Oh.
Oh.
Is that what that was about? He needed to prove something to himself? He wanted to see if he could still make me lose complete control with just one touch.
Ugh!
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46 (Reading here)
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102
- Page 103
- Page 104