My mouth widened when his thumb sank between my slit. I gasped. “Adam, Ineedyou.”
“I don’t believe you, baby.”
“Please,” I begged, hoping my chant would grant me relief. “I can’t take any more teasing.”
“Please, what?”
I whimpered. “Please,sir.”
One finger breached my entrance. The way he curled into me drove me wild, causing my legs to shudder as he thumbed my clit. An unquenchable thirst sprang to my mouth that made me feel like I hadn’t hydrated in days, maybe even weeks.
That was what he did to me. And he was the only one allowed to do it.
Feeling his touch was like getting bathed in scorching waves. He danced between my legs so long that I lost my grip on reality, slipping into an ethereal existence where nobody could stop us. My senses shifted, accommodating for the pleasure that gushed from his hand.
And that was just hisfingers.
His mouth consumed my moans, returning them to me every chance he got. When he surfaced for air, he slid his fingers from my channel, prompting my hips to buck after him.
“I should punish you, cherry,” he growled while undoing his pants. He procured his cock, teasing my slit with the head. “For being so mean to yourself.”
I whimpered. “No, I just want you, baby. Please, give me your cock.”
“I think I should spank you first.”
“Sir,please.”
He grinned darkly while sliding the head of his cock into my channel. He paused long enough for me to whine.
“Maybe if you do as I say, I’ll give you what you want,” he suggested while pulling out. “Turn over.”
Defiance rolled through my system, but I did as he instructed, flipping around to expose my bottom to him. His eyes glowed with hunger as he massaged my ass. “What a good girl…”
I bit into the pillow as he slid his cock between my thighs. Arousal soaked his path—and he hadn’t even plunged inside me yet. He was doing everything he could to drive me mad because he knew he could get away with it.
And I was letting him.
My jaw ached as I widened my mouth. His shaft drifted over my clit and made me shake, earthquakes rumbling through me without an orgasm to follow. It was torture, plain and simple. Yet it was what I wanted him to do to me.
Waiting for his cock was punishment enough. Couldn’t he see that?
I wiggled my hips. “Sir…?”
“I don’t know, cherry. I don’t think you’re ready yet.”
“I’mdyingto have you. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
His hand carved a path up my spine. “I’m almost convinced…”
Pleas spewed from me, decorated the pillow and fell to the floor. The sound of them reverberated through the room and possibly even down the hall. But were we concerned about that? Definitely not.
Just as I thought he would withdraw entirely, he impaled me from behind, the force of his thrust shoving my face into the pillow. His hand curled into my hair next and tugged, tightening my body against him as he sank deep. This was more about power than passion, but it was everything I wanted, the sort of pain that satisfied a deep ache that dwelled within me.
Failure, it spoke.Useless. Weak.
But when he pierced me like this, I wasn’t useless at all. I had enough purpose to keep going. I could exist for him in ways that I couldn’t for anyone else.
He bowed over me and buried his face into my neck, canines elongating against my flesh. The distant sound of the bed slapping the wall registered somewhere in my brain, but I largely ignored it, choosing to focus on the glow in my core. Every thrust caused the ball to swell. And every time it threatened to burst, I begged for Adam to bite me.