“I want to fuck you so bad, it hurts. Want to hear you cry out my name as you come undone around my knot, but I don’t wish to scare you away.” Adam’s voice turned soft, achingly gentle despite the hunger in his words, and something inside of me twisted.
My heart slammed itself around in my chest, making it hard to breathe, but I knew what I wanted. I leaned up to kiss Adam again, but he took me gently by the jaw, gazing down into my eyes, his golden gaze filled with heat. Lust. Desire.
“I want you,” he said.
I nodded, jerky but certain, because there was a fire building inside of me, growing hotter by the minute, and it was one that I wouldn’t be able to contain on my own. “I want you too,” I whispered. “Just… Be gentle?”
Adam softened, gently kissing the corner of my lips. “Of course, baby. Turn around.”
He guided me, bracing my hands against the shower wall and spreading my legs with my hips out. Excitement curled low in my belly, tangling with nerves when I heard a bottle cap snap, and then a slight pressure at my entrance.
“Relax. Close your eyes and bear down a little, lover,” Adam instructed.
I did as he asked, and only whined a little as he worked a finger inside of me. He rocked it gently, in and out, before adding a second. This one came with a bit of a burn as he twisted his wrist and spread his digits, but when his fingers touched the spot inside of me, I bucked back into him with a soft cry.
“Oh god, more! Please!”
Adam’s hand picked up speed and my breath came quicker, my cock aching between my legs as pressure and pleasure mounted—and then he stopped.
I sagged against the wall with a low moan. Adam kissed up my back and over my shoulder. “Can you handle me?” he asked, but there was almost a plea to his words, like denying him this would hurt him as much as it would me.
I nodded.
“If it’s too much, tell me, okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed.
Another cap pop, and then something much bigger nudged at my hole. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to relax and breathe through it.
Still, tears sprang to my eyes as the head of Adam’s cock pushed inside, bigger than anything I’d ever taken before, stretching me and burning something fierce.
As he sank in fully, letting out a throaty groan, I whimpered. “F-Fuck…” Adam must’ve heard the strain in my voice, because he reached around and gave my cock a few strokes, kissing my neck and shoulder sweetly, not moving from the place where he was seated.
“You’re so damn tight,” Adam murmured against my skin. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
I nodded. “Slow?”
He began to move, and I whimpered at the friction. A slow burn at first, but the pain quickly faded and turned into a sense of fullness and pleasure. He held me close as he thrust in, our bodies interlocked, his cock sliding in and out of me.
“Fuck. Oh my god,” I breathed out, and Adam took that at his cue to move quicker. Soon, he was slamming into my body, his heavy balls slapping my ass, and the friction and the heat of it sent me into overdrive.
Every time his cock struck gold, I cried out, chanting his name, my fingers scrabbling against the steamy shower wall. “Oh god, oh fuck! Adam!” My chants echoed in the bathroom as Adam fucked me right into oblivion.
Pleasure swam through me, electric sparks shooting up my spine, making me dizzy. I sagged against the wall, my cheek pressed against the damp tile with each panting breath. I rocked back into him, desperate for release, and Adam didn’t slow down, didn’t stutter.
“ADAM!” I screamed as my my cock swelled and my balls drew up tight, my body tensing and jerking. Cum splattered the tile and dripped down, and I collapsed there, wrung out.
Adam growled a curse and quickened his pace, his hands on my hips gripping harder, his fingers digging in hard enough that I swore it might bruise.
“Fuck!” he hissed, burying himself deep with a grunt, shoving into me, and I felt the hot spread of his seed filling me, heating me up from the inside. His cock swelled with his knot, the base of it growing thick and bulbous, tying us together.
I moaned at the glorious stretch and sagged against the shower wall, panting for breath. “Fuck…”
Adam wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. “You did so good, Sky,” he whispered, fervent. “So damn good, baby. Now you smell likemine.”
At his words, a shiver wound through my soul—because Adam just marked me, filled me with his scent and claimed my body as his.
His. I washis.
