All hope of keeping up my defiant act was lost the second he’d started fingering me. The edge was so close, I couldn’t fight its draw anymore. I’d fight later, when desire wasn’t overwhelming me.
“Make me come, please.”
“Oh yeah,” he growled. Those fingers kept fucking me, and the heel of his hand found my clit, rubbing against it. “I like that sweetness. If I make you come, will I get more of it? No more bratty Baddie?”
“Just make me come,” I yelled. “Stop teasing me.”
“I will. Tell me how you want it.” He withdrew his fingers, playing with my clit far too lightly to get me there. “With my hand or my mouth?”
“I don’t care.” I shook my head back and forth. “Either. Both. Anything.”
A low grumble resonated from his chest. “Still bratty. I’m going to have to work that out of you. Make you come so much, so hard, you won’t be able to think straight.”
“All talk,” I sassed back. “I don’t believe you.”
He reared back on his knees, gripped my sweatpants, and yanked them off my body. My thong was ripped off, the fabric tearing in two, then he dove between my legs, sucking my clit, working his fingers inside me, finding the spot that made me scream.
I came fast and hard, my hips flying off the bed as the free-fall orgasm held me in its grip. Adam slipped his hand under me, hitting my raised ass twice before I slammed down on him. He held me to his face, kneading my ass and slaying my pussy, refusing to give me a second to catch my breath.
His tongue flattened and licked me from bottom to top, laving me, groaning at my taste. I raised my head to watch him. As if sensing me, he raised his eyes to mine while he sucked on my clit. The look he gave me was challenging, daring me not to fall apart.
I didn’t bother trying to hold back. I wanted everything he was giving me. It might have been my ruin, but I couldn’t stop myself from running toward it.
The fingers inside me massaged my G-spot, over and over, until I started to shake. I was a living earthquake, shifting and shattering. Adam sucked my clit between his lips and pressed hard on the spot only he’d discovered. My hands grappled with the sheets then flew to his hair, fingers digging in to anchor myself. One orgasm rolled into another, then another. And still, he worked that spot and my clit until my toes curled and my belly clenched so tight, I cried out. Oh god, I needed…I needed…
Like a cork popping, relief came suddenly in a gush. Liquid heat spilled from my body, so wet, it soaked my thighs and the sheet beneath me. Panicked at the alien feeling, I tried to move away, but Adam held me to his mouth. He kissed me all over, my thighs, my lips, the cheeks of my ass, my hip bones, working his way up my belly.
He hovered over me, lips glistening with my pleasure. “You’re so fucking hot, Adelaide. That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life.”
I reached up with limp arms, tracing my fingers over his scruffy, damp cheek. “You’re beautiful.”
Mouth open, like he was stunned, he went still. His eyes sweeping over every part of me he could see. His head leaning into my hand on his cheek. Then he was on me, rolling us so I was stretched out on top of him. His hands shoved into my sweatshirt, pulling it up and throwing it off me. I struggled with his shirt, needing his skin on mine. He sat up, holding me in his lap, and tugged his shirt off. He cupped my breasts, rubbing them, then his lips covered a nipple, sucking it deep.
Hair like heavy silk as it slid through my fingers, I cradled his face to my chest and rocked against his thick erection. My need should have been slaked. I shouldn’t have wanted more or been this greedy, but I was.
Adam helped me pull down his sweatpants, freeing his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it, sliding up and down his length, flicking the piercing at the top just like he used to. Even though I had no experience with this kind of piercing, his groan let me know I was handling it just right.
“I need you to ride me now.” He gripped my hips, raising me up. “Need to feel all that wet on my cock. Are you going to soak my cock too? Make it rain down on my dick?”
If anyone else had said that to me, I would have laughed. But with Adam, it came out so naturally, and he’d gotten me so hot, all I could do was agree.
Metal teased my entrance then pushed into me. The burn of the stretch made me sigh. Taking him was a lot. So much. But my body opened for him, blooming to fit him.
The curved barbell rubbed my inner walls. Each minuscule movement set my nerves alight. My eyes rolled back. I was close to coming again and he was only halfway in.
“Come on, baby.” His fingers dug into my flesh. “I feel you getting tighter, but you can’t come yet. Not until I’m all the way inside you.”
“You’re too big,” I whined, slapping at him blindly.
“Not too big for you. My cock is going to make good friends with this pussy. Best friends. They’re going to get along so well, I’m going to have a spot reserved just for it.”
I shook my head, even as I dropped down another inch or two. I was swollen, needy, and his piercing was going to make me fly through the ceiling.
“I can’t,” I panted.
“Mmm. You can. And after today, this pussy’s gonna know me so well, it won’t be able to take anyone else. It’ll be molded for my cock. My dick’s gonna leave a permanent impression inside you.”
The lewdness of his promises had me slicking all over him. I dropped the rest of the way down, my ass hitting his thighs. The anguished groan that fell from his lips, the toss of his head, the pinch of his brows…it was too much. All it took was Adam thrusting upward, driving just a little bit deeper, and I was coming again.