Adam's POV
His lips were soft at first, tentative, like he was afraid I’d break. But I didn’t want soft. I didn’t want fucking tentative. I wanted him to devour me, to claim me, to make me his in every filthy way possible.
His tongue brushed against my bottom lip, and I moaned into his mouth, my hands grabbing at his shirt, pulling him closer.
Suddenly, his tongue began to slide into my mouth, hot and demanding, and I moaned again, my hands fisting in his hair. One of his hands grabbed my hip, pulling me flush against him, and I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against my stomach. My clit was screaming for attention, and I ground against him, desperate for friction.
“Adam,” I gasped, breaking the kiss for just a moment. “I need you—now.”
His lips moved to my neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that promised this wasn’t going to be some quick fuck. His hands were everywhere—one tugging at my shirt, pulling it over my head, the other slipping under my skirt, his fingers brushing against the soaking wet fabric of my panties. I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand, and he chuckled darkly.
“So wet for me already,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Fucking desperate.”
I didn’t care. I was fucking desperate. His fingers slid under the edge of my panties, and I nearly came just from the feel of his skin against me. He groaned as he felt how soaked I was, his fingers sliding through my folds, teasing my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Don’t fucking tease me.”
But he did. His fingers circled my clit slowly, driving me fucking insane, while his other hand unhooked my bra and palmed my tits. His mouth moved to my nipple, sucking hard, and I cried out, my back arching off the bed. He bit down gently, and I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to my cunt.
“Adam!” I gasped, my hands clawing at his back.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled against my skin.
“I want your cock,” I moaned, shameless now. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped off his shirt, his muscles rippling under the dim light, and then he was yanking down his pants, his cock springing free. It was thick and hard, the tip already wet with pre-cum. My mouth watered just looking at it, but he didn’t give me a chance to taste him. Instead, he pushed me back onto the bed, spreading my legs wide.
He slid two fingers inside me, fucking me with them slowly, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. I was already close, but he pulled his fingers out before I could come, leaving me whimpering with frustration.
“Adam, please,” I begged, my body trembling.
He lined himself up with my entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against me. “You’re mine,” he growled, and then he thrust into me in one hard stroke.
I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He was so fucking big, stretching me in the best way possible. He didn’t give me time to adjust—he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in, hitting that sweet spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.
“Fuck!” I screamed, my hips meeting his thrust for thrust.
He pounded into me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, drowned out only by my moans and his grunts. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body tightening around him.
“Come for me,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding.
And I did. My orgasm hit me like a fucking freight train, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He kept fucking me through it, prolonging my pleasure until he finally came with a deep groan, filling me up with his cum.
He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard.