My back hits her soft sheets and I don't make any move to get up. Instead, I become comfortable, leaning against her pillows as I watch her take her panties off. I forgot how ethereal her body was. I feel like I could cum just from looking at her—those perfect tits, that tight little waist and that unfairly sexy ass.
She crawls onto the bed. “Shut the fuck up.”
She's pulsating with anger. I can feel it; it's radiating off her. It should scare me but it doesn't, it turns me on even more. How can I not be turned on when she’s making a move to ride me?
I moan, my mind hazed. “Fuck yeah.”
I silently watch excitedly as she straddles my body and slowly positions her dripping cunt at the head of my cock. She slowly sinks down and I gasp at the same time she does. The other side rocks inside me and my eyes roll back.
“Fuck.” She winces, moaning.
This is what heaven must feel like—or at least, look like. Adaline Emery, riding me at an absolutely wild pace. Her own hands caressing her own tits as she loses herself in pleasure so obviously. She has me absolutely captivated, especially as the toy keeps pushing further into my own cunt harshly.
“Just like that baby, ride me.”
She does just that, her moans louder than anything I've ever heard. Instinctively I move my hands towards her hips to steady her but she swats my hands away erratically.
“No touching.”
“Why—”
“You don't get to touch me.”
“Fuck.” The words leave my mouth in a disappointing tone.
She looks utterly pleased by my reaction, still riding this cock like her life depends on it. She's clearly still angry at me and being a bitch about it.
I can feel myself reaching the brink of my orgasm. I should chalk it up to the toy that is currently hitting my g-spot repeatedly. However, that's not the only reason I'm so close, it's all about her. Her face. Her eyes. The way she moans as she rides this cock. Watching her and feeling her is what always pushes me over the edge.
I can't take it anymore. “Please let me touch you.”
“Beg for it.” She spits out, but isn't able to control the moan in her voice.
“You're such a bitch,” I whine, feeling my hands burning to touch her.
She laughs in that malicious way I usually do, only grinding harder into me. “That doesn't sound like begging.”
I look deep into her lust-filled eyes that are overcome with pleasure and I can see how serious she is. She's angry, maybe even hurt but most of all she's ravenous. Who am I to deny her of what she's asking? I'll do anything she says, if it means I can touch her.
“Please Addie,” I whimper, gripping her sheets tightly, “I need to touch you. I need it so badly.”
“You can do much better than that.” She throws my own old words back into my face, her face overcome with cruelty and pleasure.
“Please!” I whine out, my own orgasm soon approaching.
Heat is coiling deep within my belly and I'm so close to being overcome by pure unbridled passion and I can tell she is too, with the way her eyebrows are etched, her mouth wide as she grinds away on my cock like a crazed woman. She's getting off to this, seeing how desperate I am for her.
“Tell me you're my bitch.” She pushes further in a pant.
“I'm your bitch,” my response is instant and she looks pleased, moaning louder as I can tell she wants to give into this.
Any pride I had left had slowly dwindled into nothing. How could I possibly have any remnant of pride left when a seductress is riding me and not letting me touch her?
A familiar fire lights back into her eyes as she narrows them. “Tell me I'm better than him.” Her hands move down to my neck as she wraps her fingers around my throat.
She's choking me as she rides me and I feel as if I can see stars right at this moment, although my vision is blurring from the pleasure.
Him? It takes me a few seconds to understand what she's trying to convey and I almost laugh out loud because of it. She thinks Adonis means anything? He doesn't hold a candle to her and I don't think he ever has.
