Chapter Fifty

Warning: 18+ content ahead.

Adrian lifts me from the floor and scoots me onto the bed, making sure that my head lands perfectly on a pillow. Since I let him bust in my mouth and catch his breath, he looks at me like I’m the light of his life and he couldn’t bear to go on without me. I know the look in his eyes well enough, but silently beg him to hold it in until we’re finished. That’s not something I can hear right now.

“You taste so good,” I pull him down by his neck to kiss him, shoving my tongue into his mouth to let him taste for himself. I pull away and run my tongue across my lips, making sure not to spill anything. His arms that are planted into the pillows on either side of me begin to shake slightly, surprising me with the sudden display of weakness. “I can’t wait to get you inside of me,” I admit, leaning forward to look at him. His erection is already back up and pulses at my words, showing its readiness.

Adrian gazes down at me with dark eyes, dipping his hips to press against my panties deliciously. My words seem to be enough to remind him of the task at hand and he reaches a hand down to rub against me, biting his lip at the moan that escapes my lips. “I know, you’re already so wet for me,” He murmurs, grazing his teeth against my jaw. “I’ll give you what you want, little bunny.” He climbs off of me, leaving me feeling cold and incomplete without his weight on top of me.

I watch with a pout as he unzips a hidden compartment in his duffle bag, producing a condom. He tears it open with his teeth and slides it onto him, amazing me that it even fits over his bulging erection. “God, please hurry,” I whine, reaching to clench the pillows by my head to keep from squirming in anticipation.

Adrian raises an eyebrow and licks his lip, enjoying the view for a moment. “Only if you say ‘please’,” He teases, reaching to trace the spot between my belly button and the hem of my underwear, grazing them with the lightest of touches.

“Please,” I beg him, rubbing my hips against his hand. “Give it to me, daddy,”

His grin is pleased and he hooks a finger beneath the thong, giving it a tug. “But these look so pretty on you,” He muses, cruelly placing them back. At my disappointed groan, he sighs and climbs back over me, grazing my belly with his penis as he guides it lower, keeping his eyes trained on mine. “You take them off.”

I bite my lip at his dominant tone, unable to deny how much I enjoy it. “I love it when you act all dominant,” I gasp, reaching to free myself of the underwear at last. Adrian lifts my chin with a finger as I settle back into the pillows, not letting me look as he presses his head against my opening, too gentle to penetrate.

He reaches to lift my legs one at a time, placing my ankles on his shoulders. His hand keeps my face looking at his the whole while, daring me to look away. “Fine,” He says, settling back in between my legs. His erection thrusts forward with a bit more force this time but still doesn’t breach the opening. “But if you break eye contact, I’ll stop.”

God, he’s even sexier when he’s acting so authoritative. My insides quiver at his demand, which makes his penis throb against my clitoris. His gaze remains trained on me, as if looking into my very soul as he gently probes my vagina, testing to see how much he can do without entering completely. Something about maintaining eye contact while he finally penetrates me with his head makes me feel suddenly shy, more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt during sex.

I reach to rake my nails down his back, begging him for more than just the tip. “Deeper, please,” I pant, squeezing around his head, trying to draw him in fully. “I want all of it.”

Adrian flicks his tongue against his teeth, making his throat bob sexily. “Do you think you can handle me, little bunny?” He teases, rocking back and forth gently. I nod, breath coming out in a whine. He tilts his head up, keeping his impossibly dark eyes on mine as he quirks his brow, pleased with my reaction. “Okay, but remember; you asked for this.”

I stifle a cry as he plunges deep inside of me, thrusting all of him inside of me. Each time that he throbs my whole body shakes, wanting to be even closer to him. He waits for me to get acclimated before moving, watching my reaction carefully, daring me to look away from his burning gaze. “Your cock is stretching me out,” I moan, closing one eye to help bare the eye contact. “You feel so good.”

Adrian’s grin is impossibly hot, his face shadowed by the flickering light from the fireplace. “I wish you knew how good you feel to me,” His voice is thick and raspy as he closes his eyes for a moment, soaking me in. “You’re so perfect.” Before giving me time to respond, he begins to thrust slowly, giving me time to get used to the feeling of how deep he is this time.

“Ahhh,” I breathe, struggling to keep both eyes open as he drives himself back and forth, causing the headboard to bang against the wall with the force. “You’re hitting my G-spot.”

Adrian’s brow quirks at the revelation, his fuckboy grin gracing his lips again. “Right here?” He asks, thrusting against it again, making my whole body quiver. He takes that as confirmation and continues to hit the same spot repeatedly, watching me with dark curiosity to see how long it will take for me to orgasm.

“Keep doing that,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist to keep him from fleeing before I finish. “Right there!” He parts his lips and reaches to stick his fingers into my open mouth, muffling my voice.

“Not yet,” He commands, slowing his thrusts to a gentle rocking. “Don’t cum without me.” His eyes are dark as he watches the longing in my eyes, sucking on the fingers that he has in my mouth. He closes them as he focuses on the feeling of my pulse against his shaft. His lips part as he finds his spot, simultaneously beginning to fuck me harder again. Seeing his expression makes a delicious feeling rise in my belly, growing stronger with each pass of his penis against my g-spot.

“More, Daddy,” I beg him, pinning his hips against mine. “That’s the spot.” His eyes roll back into his head as he gives in, giving me permission to come with him. He releases my face to brace himself against the headboard, plunging himself into me as far as he can go as he orgasms, taking me with him.

After we’ve both empty and covered in sweat, he lets go of the bed to caress my cheek, and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “You’re so perfect,” He pants, chest rising and falling in time to mine. “I’m still not convinced you’re real.”

I kiss him back, biting his bottom lip as he withdraws from me, leaving my insides feeling colder than before. I just feel so complete with him that my eyes prick with tears, but this time for a completely different reason. He makes me feel so good that I can hardly stand it, and I don’t know if I deserve it. Adrian pulls himself to his feet and holds a hand out for me to join him. As soon as I take it, it pulls me off of the messy sheets and kisses my knuckles. “Let’s go take a shower, you dirty little girl,” He coos, swiping at my eyes with gentle thumbs.

Adrian turns the water on hot and waits to make sure it’s a comfortable temperature before he ushers me inside, following behind me and shutting the glass door. He tips my head back into the water, careful not to let it get into my eyes, and squeezes some shampoo into his palm, gently lathering it into my scalp. His touch feels so nice and familiar as he rinses my hair clean of the suds and applies some conditioner, taking care of me before he worries about washing himself. Once my hair is cleaned, he pushes the wet strands out of my face and presses a sweet kiss to my lips, his eyes searching my face. “You never told me you have a toy in here,” He says, taking me off guard. I had been so focused on enjoying the warmth of the water and his touch that I forgot about my favorite vibrator that’s suction cupped to the shower wall.

The comedic relief of the situation makes me laugh out loud, switching places with Adrian so he can stand beneath the water. I slap the dildo and watch it sway back and forth, positioned exactly at the height of my hips. “Every girl needs a good one,” I say innocently, looking at him over my shoulder.

He grins at me as he squeezes his eye shut against some shampoo in his eye, rinsing it from his hair. “You’ll have to show me how to use it on you next time,” He teases me with a promise on his lips.