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But it’s not what I want to hear.
“Say it.”
He inhales a deep, slow breath, and as he pushes the air out of his lungs, he says, “Please, baby.”
My smile is nothing short of shit-eating. “Please, what?” I lean forward and lick the bead of pre-cum that decorates the tip of his perfect dick.
That does it. He squirms, and his voice is strong and commanding. “Please, make me come.”
I bite my bottom lip and say, “No.” His eyes go wide. Before he can say another word, I add, “Fuck my face. Make yourself come while I get myself off.”
He scrubs his hand down his jaw, and his chest rises and falls faster. I open my mouth, slowly sliding my tongue out and returning my fingers to my clit. He steps forward, eyes searching my face. My mouth waters with the need to feel his release. He moves painfully slow, teasing my tongue with the head of his dick. I fight the urge to grab his ass and pull him in, trying my best to be patient, but each flick of my clit has me closer to coming undone.
“You sure?” he asks, his jaw tight.
I nod, maybe a little too eagerly, and he continues. Guiding himself past my lips, over my tongue, inch by inch. He feeds it to me, and like it’s a Michelin Stardelicacy, I take him, savor him, devour him. My lips stretch around him, and when he nudges the back of my throat, I gag, convulsing around him. Tension coils inside of me, deep, tight, and trembling. My nose brushes his skin, and he fills my throat in the most delicious way.
Every nerve ending is on fire, coming apart, molecule by molecule. I want to scream his name, beg him to go harder, to own my mouth, but he has me under a gag order, so full of him. He eases out, leaving me breathless, gasping for air.
He reaches out, placing his finger under my chin and tilting me up to look at him.
“Open wider.” He’s feral, possessed.
I obey, opening my mouth as wide as possible.
He nods his approval, his eyes locked on mine, and says, “You come before I do. Got it?”
I hum my confirmation, my fingers still working at my clit. I’ve been holding myself back, but the command pushes me to the ledge.
I need him down my throat, restricting my air.
My heart rate spikes with anticipation.
This might be the most fun I’ve ever had.
There’s nothing slow or deliberate when he drives himself back into my mouth. It’s rough, relentless, and precise. My body heaves, and tears well in my eyes each time he pushes down my throat.
There are low, slow-building orgasms. Orgasms that hit you like a calm wave of pleasure, spreading through your body and leaving you feeling rejuvenated.
The orgasm that tears through me would be the exact opposite of those. It slams into me with such blinding force that I try to scream, but it’s muffled. My legs give out, and I fall forward, pushing Adrian’s cock deep down my throat. It goes on and on, and my vision goes dark. I can’t feel the shower, his hands, or the tile under me. All I can feel is white-hot electricity pulsing through my veins.
“Fuck, Lex!” Adrian growls. “I’m gonna…”
I’m still coming and barely register the way he pulses, or how he wraps a hand around the back of my head and pulls my face in. I don’t even realize my face is flush with his skin.
That’s how fucking insane this orgasm is.
It’s mind-numbing ecstasy.
When Adrian steps back, withdrawing himself from my mouth, I sink to my ass, pressing my hands to the tile, gasping ragged breaths. I’m still somewhere on my orgasm cloud nine, because I don’t see Adrian drop down until he pulls me into his arms and presses a searing kiss to my mouth. There’sbarely any air in my lungs, but I give it to him anyway. Our tongues tangle, and I melt into the kiss and his arms.
He tastes me, takes each ragged breath from me, nipping at my lips and sucking my tongue into his mouth, and he fucking moans like I’m his favoriteflavor.
Unshakable
Adrian
My heart is still pounding, and my skin tingles. It’s a combination of that post-orgasm high and trepidation. She’s here, but nothing’s settled. We need to address the elephant in the room, but how do I do that when she looks like she currently looks?
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