Pain And Pleasure 18+✓

Forty

I wake up captive of Adrian this morning, my back pressed on his chest, his big palm caressing my breasts. He kisses my shoulder; I whine a thin moan resulting from the rub of his cock that he glides across my pussy. Some justice at last—my blood warm up in my veins.

Now fuck me, please.

"You still angry, little rebel?" he asks in a very deep voice, full of lust like the horny beast he is right now. "Because I feel like you've been having naughty dreams with how wet you are. Is that so?"

"You refused to fuck last me last night—what did you expect?" I retort.

Adrian chuckles briefly. "You earned the punishment, Arabella."

The tip of his cock pokes my little hole, teasing in and out, devastatingly slowly as if he's gonna thrust me but he doesn't.

"Sure, fine," I snap. "But I'll kill you if you don't fuck me now, Adrian. And yes I had plenty of naughty dreams thanks to you."

Laughter ricochets through Adrian's chest. His hips flex as he anchors himself levelly, his cock perfectly pointed to my entrance from behind. His warm skin, rock-hard muscles, and heavy breath commingle to run more heat through me. I burn in desire and my body relents to his command.

"Good girl. Now let's give you what you need, shall we?" He sounds enthralled.

This bastard. I smile.

"Yes, please," I reply.

I grip the sheet tightly when he pushes into me, filling me with his big shaft until I stretch up with a tight grunt. I breathe when he stills, waiting for him to fuck me senselessly. And he gives me just that, shoving his warm cock deftly.

I grunt and grip the sheets tightly.

God. Damn. It. Why is he so big?

But I love it. I fucking do.

He lifts my thigh with his arm, and another across my chest reaches the juncture between my thighs. Pleasure spikes like a detonated nuclear bomb when he rubs my clitoris. His balls slap my ass as he thrusts me, and I cry so loud as his fingers work their way into channeling the ecstasy.

Slowly at first, then his pace turns wild. He takes me mercilessly and I didn't know rough could be this good. Quite easily I fall into a the mind-blowing orgasm I've been craving since last night—not one but two heavy orgasms that I never knew could happen to me at once.

I break into seizures, and my scream of ecstasy could wake all the birds and bugs in the lake and mountains nearby. He doesn't stop. Not until he jerks himself so tightly while gripping me like a pillar to hold onto during the windstorm. Swept with his climax, he grunts loudly.

Damn him! I don't remember Richard going this long. He'd always get off before I do, but I never knew what I missed.

My body feels as limp as a noodle when Adrian frees me. Do I need more stamina? Maybe I should invest in cardio if I want to keep up with him. He's fucking fit and strong.

Like really strong.

"Ah, that was good." He lets the air into his lungs as I watch him grab a tissue from the bedside table. "You're perfect, Arabella. Such a great way to wake up." He pants heavily.

The diva in me blushes profusely. Perfect. Even if it's impossible to be one, it's still so good when it reaches the ears.

The elastic sound resonates as he pulls the condom off, the rippling muscles of his tattooed back taunting into view.

I smile dreamily. He's the perfect one. So damn perfect.

And then he lays flat after tossing the used condom into a small trash bin stationed beside the bed. I roll around toward him until my moist skin feels his touch. He smiles feebly and kisses my lips as he hauls me closer.