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“You still haven’t told me how you like to be fucked, Ria,” Adrien murmured against my skin. His lips were on my neck, kissing and biting and nibbling.
I wanted him to fuck me just like this, holding my wrists above my head. I wanted to see him lose control because of me. I wanted him to come so hard he saw stars and heard ringing in his ears and lost the ability to speak coherently.
“However you want,” my mouth said. Half the major circuits in my brain had melted, and the remaining half were highly compromised. “Use me.”
If we were only going to do this once, we might as well get carried away and go all out. Get it out of our systems.
I’d never see him again after this, so who cared?
A curse rumbled out of Adrien in response, and then his mouth was on mine again. Kissing me with feverish desperation.
When we were forced to come up for air, he pushed himself off the bed, pulled off his briefs, and ripped the square foil he was holding. But I paid absolutely no attention to any of that.
Because of course.
Of course,he was packing the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen in real life. It snapped against his hard stomach the second it was freed. Thick, long, perfectly curved, and leaking at the angry tip. If cock museums were a thing, his would be the biggest (literally) featured exhibition. The building would be named, shaped, and modeled after his dick. I wanted to lick it.
God, I hated him.
“How dare you, on top of everything else?” I asked him quite seriously. “Where the hell do you get off, Adrien?”
He smirked, taking his gorgeous member in his fist. He knew exactly what I was talking about. “Inside you, Sanchez. That’s where I get off.”
Ooooh.
I grinned. “Good one.”
His eyes flickered down to my smiling lips, his smirk fading as his fist began to move up and down. After a few strokes, he rolled on the condom and leaned down again, placing a palm beside my right ear.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fucked my fist over the last week, thinking about that smart mouth of yours wrapped around my cock?” he murmured darkly as he cupped my left breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
“Mmm” was my response.
“Keep your hands up,” he ordered when I instinctively reached for him. I obeyed, placing my bound wrists back above my head. “Now, answer my question.”
“Thousands, probably,” I said cheekily. “I’ve got it on good authority that my lips are plump and pink, and that certain egotistical men with weird eyes and mediocre mouths tend to lose their itty-bitty minds over them.”
He flashed me two amused dimples. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m also very pretty when I blush. It’s no wonder the aforementioned men never stood a chance. Poor suckers.”
He chuckled. “And how fair do you think that is? What gives youthe right to be so pretty and distracting?”
“Clearly I’m the wrong type of distracting, because we keep talking instead of fucking.”
I couldn’t even make it sound like I was complaining anymore. I’d never talked so much during sex; didn’t realize it was something I’d be so into.
“Did it occur to you that maybe I’m buying myself a bit of cooldown time?” He kissed me once. “That I enjoyed eating you out so much that I almost came in my pants like a fucking teenager?”
The words slithered straight to my core, making it clench.
“You have no idea,” he murmured. I felt it then, the tip of his large member aligning with my entrance. “You have no fucking idea how distracting you’ve been. How much space in myitty-bittymind your smart mouth has been occupying.”
My teeth sank into my bottom lip, a shudder rippling through me. I wanted him to thrust into me so bad my core kept pulsing, trying to suck him in. He stroked the tip of his shaft along my slit, his heat-doused eyes locked on mine. Up, down.
I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him again, trying to pull him in. I’d had enough foreplay and teasing for a lifetime.
And right before I was about to break down and start begging, he thrust into me atjustthe right angle.
