But as I parted them more to wedge between them, ready to ram my cock into her wet cunt, I groaned at the sight of her like this.
Naked. Willing.
Desperate and giving me such a pleading expression that I wanted to be the kind of asshole who’d slow down forhersake.
I crawled lower, staring like a stared man as I feasted my eyes on her. Those glistening pink folds ripe for my tongue. Her cream dripping for me to suck up and swallow.
Holding her ass higher, I brought her cunt to my face and licked. I nipped. And I sucked. When she started to cry out, coming as I speared my tongue into her pussy, pistoning it quickly, I retreated.
“Adrik!” She screamed it, grabbing on to my wrists as I lowered her. I wasn’t rough. I didn’t drop her ass to the floor, but once she was flat again, her back fully on the carpet, I nudged closer and lined my cock up to her soaking wet entrance.
Then as I fisted her hair to hold her in place, I thrust my shaft all the way into her sweet heat.
She sucked me in, swallowing me deep inside.
Moaning at the pleasure of more friction, more fullness, when she was still coming from my mouth on her, she was tighter than I remembered.
She arched her back, eager to thrust up and meet me in the middle.
Watching a woman take an active part in seeking an orgasm, or in her case, another one, was one of the hottest things a man could witness. And I did. My balls drew up tighter as a telltale zing shot through me
I came, roaring as I shot my load into her.
I’d fucked her raw. I took her sweet pussy again, just like I wasn’t supposed to when her presence in my life represented so many potential complications.
She’d pushed up against me too, seeking the hard friction against her clit and the long thickness of my shaft sliding into her, so slick with her juices.
Once more, she lay there blissed out and lax, practically asleep with the marks of my kisses and touches on her.
Heaving out one deep breath after another, I committed her to memory like this.
Sweet, submissive, spent.
And maybe one day, I’d lower my guard enough to look upon her asmine.
22
ELENA
Acramp in my lower back woke me up in the morning. It was earlier than I usually got up. Not enough light was coming in through the curtains in the bedroom.
As I sat up in bed?—
Wait.
No.
I wasn’t in bed.
Blinking my eyes faster and clearing the sleep from my mind as I fully woke up, I realized I wasn’t even in my bedroom upstairs.
Oh.
I groaned as I gave up on sitting. Sliding back down to the floor, I let out a deep exhale at the discovery that I was still down here. Near the front door. Barely inside and through the living room off the entryway to the house.
That was why my back ached. Sleeping on the hard surface of the floor would put anyone into an awkward mess. While the carpet was thick and soft, it didn’t rival a mattress.
Yet, I wasn’t naked and sprawled out like this.
