Break 🌶🌶

I was minding my own business cleaning around my apartment. Jenny wasn’t a very good housekeeper, so I was glad I decided to come by. And honestly if here was safe enough for Jenny, then it was safe enough for me too.

Not even an hour later, Adrian texts me and he knew I was here. He has to be following me or paying the doorman to keep tabs on who comes and goes from here.

He was on his way, *Shit!*, I yelled to myself. I looked a hot mess, and he was on his way here. I can’t ever keep my clothes on when he is around.

Freaking out, so I ran to my room to throw on something with less dirt and holes. Then fixed my pony and applied some mascara. I went with a braless tank, they seem to be my go-to these days, and a pair of high waisted biker shorts.

I kept texting him, but he wasn’t responding. He gave me ten minutes and I waisted every last one of them. I heard my phone buzz, but before I could pick it up, I heard a knock at the door.

Wanting to stand my ground but be playful at the same time; the next words that came out of my mouth were meant to piss him off.

“You can’t do that! What if I had a guy over?”, I looked up at his towering figure.

His eyes dark and mysterious, suddenly simmered with a heat that I hadn’t felt before. His gaze wandering my body as if he was looking for any sign that I actually had a man over.

He began walking toward me and my only instinct was to walk backwards. He didn’t even turn around to shut the door, it was one swift motion to continue backing me into a corner.

Not an ounce of fear in my body, but my sexually receptive mind only heighted my arousal.

To push him farther I continued with my comic stabs, “Adrian, you need to breathe. No one is here, so no faces to punch.”.

He did have a thing for punching my other lovers in the face and breaking their noses.

Finally, I had backed all the way into a wall, there was nowhere else for me to turn or go. And I didn’t want to run from whatever was coming my way. His sexual punishments were worth begging for, so I continued to push him.

His stance was tense, and his gaze was hot enough to burn my clothing off. Clenched fists and a tight jaw only made me more attracted to him. He was the shining image of a bad boy, the rogue in a story who would burn the world to please me.

Pinning me to the wall he sunk down to meet my eyes.

“What are you going to do?”, I was willing and ready for whatever it was.

“Since you have dinner plans, I will take my dessert and leave.”, his words lingered as I crossed my legs to hide my arousal.

My nipples betrayed me, as there was no hiding my panting as he backed away.

He was dressed in a suit, must have been working today. Taking out his phone he sent a text before turning it off and tossing it on my couch. Then came the suit jacket, while I just stayed against the wall.

I didn’t move a muscle as I waited for his wrath.

He rolled the cuffs of his shirt sleeves, exposing his flexed forearms. I never paid much attention to the details in his tattoos before, but it was a mix of smoke and skulls. It was all black and white, but the details were exquisite.

Walking back toward me, he took long strides. Grabbing my hips, he turned me around and I planted both palms on the wall.

He grabbed the loose hair from my pony, pulling it back to access my neck. He licked and kissed his way up from my shoulder, all the way to my ear.

“This is going to be a five-star dessert.”, he whispered.

With both hands, he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles as he knelt. My backside was exposed and only covered by the thin white G-string that I had on.

His large hands kneaded and massaged my cheeks. Giving them a little shake before lightly smacking them, I could feel my cellulite covered glutes jiggle. Each smack was accompanied by a firm grab.

Using both hands he hooked his thumbs in the crease where my cheek met my thigh. He used this grip to lift and spread me, only to bite my skin.

Placing his face between my spread cheeks, he began to violently shake his face without making a sound.

“You have a perfect ass. Mmhmm.”, he said before he used one hand to slide my panties to the side.

I leaned my chest into the wall to be able to push my hips back, giving him better access and showing him that I was ready to accept him.

I wasn’t sure what to expect as he switched from the flat of this tongue to the tip. He licked me from front to back while moving his thumb in and out, teasing me.

He lifted my foot and placed it on his thigh to make room for his hands. He started to rub me with his four fingers in a large circular motion, while flicking his tongue side to side.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I tried not to fall back and sit on his face because my knees were weak. I was working toward an orgasm when he stopped.

Not for long, as he turned me around putting my back against the wall. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder to open me to his pleasure inducing punishment. He was thoroughly enjoying his dessert.

He used a fast-flicking motion to stimulate my bud before thrusting three fingers inside me. My head tilted back against the wall as this thrusting tempo increased and he began sucking on my bud.

I couldn’t hold it in, “Ahh, Adrian. Fuck me. Take me now!”.

Ready to feel him inside of me and cover him in my cum. He didn’t respond, instead he pulled his fingers out and sat my leg back down. Planting kisses up my body before showing some attention to my breasts.

He stood up and ripped the front of my tank top in half. The cold air hit my nipples and the blood rushed to them. I could tell this excited him because he gave each a rough squeeze before a soft bite.

Picking me up, my legs wrapped around his waist. He effortlessly carried me to the kitchen counter, sitting me on the ledge in front of the refrigerator. I leaned backward to rest my elbows on the raised bar.

He turned toward the freezer before opening it and taking an ice cube out. He placed it in his mouth as he turned back toward me. Placing it in his cheek before licking his finger while gazing me in the eyes.

“Do you like your desserts chilled?”, I asked while smiling at him.

“I like them melting wet.”, he replied as his placed each of my knees outside of his hips.

Taking the cube out of his mouth he placed it on my thigh, slowly running it up the inner thigh toward my core. Stopping just before my panties, he repeated this on the other side. The cold sensation alerted every cell in my body as he put the cube back in his mouth.

My nipples stood on high alert as the blood flow constricted. I was ready for him to rip my delicate panties to shreds, but he just pulled me closer to him. My center rubbed against his belt as I bucked my hips to tease him.

“Adrian, I am ready to fuck you.”, I reached for his belt.

“Not right now.”, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back.

He leaned down and with a cold tongue he licked each nipple, leaving a trail of cold melted water dripping down my breast. The most intense pleasurable feeling I had ever felt from nipple stimulation.

I had never been with a man that paid much interest to my nipples before.

He flicked my nipples with his icy tongue before blowing a jolt of cold air on each. Then he took the nipple in his mouth sucking on it before circling the cold ice cube around in his mouth. It grazed my nipple inside of his mouth as his tongue rotated.

Just when I thought my nipples were frozen, he went in for a nibble. Taking my nipple between his teeth and lightly pulling them. It was a pleasurable pain that I wanted more of.

I squirmed and bucked my hips against him to stimulate my bud.

He grabbed my wrists in one hand to use his other to spin my nipples like they were the volume dial of a radio. Taking turns between massaging my breasts and nibbling on my nipples with the ice cube sent my nerves into a frenzy.

I could feel the pleasure rising the temperature of my body. He could tell that I was close to a release as he pinched my nipples between his fingers and simultaneously licking them.

The harder it was for me to breathe the harder he worked to achieve my sexual release.

It didn’t take much longer for a full body orgasmic spasm to take over my body. The nipple stimulation caused me to release, and he didn’t even have to fuck me. I didn’t even know that was possible.

“Fuck me Adrian, please!”, I begged him as he walked away.

He grabbed his coat from the couch as I jumped off the counter. Picking up his phone he turned it back on, continuing to ignore my pleading.

“Adrian, I want you and I want you now.”, I grabbed his arm, and he spun around.

Looking down at me, “You know where I will be if you want to finish.”.

“Or I could just find someone else to finish for you.”, I was spiteful.

He snorted hot breath from his nose as he came toward me. He grabbed my hips before turning me around. He pushed the back of my head forward bending me in half.

With a firm smack to my ass, “You can find someone to finish what I started, but while he is fucking you…”, he paused to rub his raised handprint on my skin.

Pulling me back up, “While he is in you, you will be thinking of me.”, he kissed my neck before letting me go.

There was no point in begging again, he wasn’t going to break. This was now a game of who would break first and I was all in. I was left sexually pleased and yet frustrated as he walked out of the door.

I wasn’t going to break first.

-To be continued-