Adria moaned.
“I can just fuck you here. I know just how to do it, so I come and leave you wanting,” he taunted.
“Or,” he continued, curling his fingers inside her just slightly, pressing into her walls, “I could make you scream my name for hours. Your choice.”
Adria argued with herself, but when his fingers left her body, she caved.
“Please, Bryson,” she said, so softly she wasn’t sure he heard her.
Bryson’s hands were on her, and he flipped her. Adria fell onto her back and he pressed her knees up into her chest.
“What was that, gorgeous?” he said, pressing his fingers back into her.
“Please, can I have an orgasm?” she said again, this time with more conviction.
His hand moved away from her and came down on her wet cunt with a slap.
Adria cried out into the room.
His hand came down again and again, and she rocked around trying to escape, but he had her pinned under him.
Tears came to her eyes, and she shook her head violently. It was too much.
But as soon as he stopped, his mouth was on her, fingers probing into her, and she let go completely.
Adria could feel him, every part of him touching her, teasing her, until he curled his fingers and pressed in the exact right spot.
“Come, Adria.”
And she did.
She unraveled under him and shook with the enormity of it. His mouth was there, catching her screams, and she tasted her juices. Tasted him mixing with her.
Her walls were still clamping down around his hand when his mouth moved from hers to meet her center. He lapped up her wetness, and she cried under him.
“I need a minute,” she said.
But he pushed on her stomach with the palm of his hand, stilling her. “But you’re not in control, are you, sweetheart?” And with a devilish look in his eyes, he sucked hard on her clit, and pain shot through her.
She was too sensitive.
Her mind reasoned, this was normal. The Dominant in her knew she was okay, but the other part of her was scared.
Bryson pressed some of her wetness into her asshole before pressing a finger into it.
Stars speckled in her vision, and Adria gave into the sensation.
Bryson milked two more orgasms from her before her limp body rested into the mattress. She was numb to the sensations; even the gentle lapping of Bryson cleaning up her wetness didn’t faze her.
She barely even noticed as he flipped her over.
CHAPTER 55
CURITIBA PARANÁ
Bryson admired Adria’s body. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the dip in her spine. She was fascinating to look at, and seeing her spent under him only spurred him on.
He hated that Regan’s voice crept into his mind every once in a while.
