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Adam muffled my squeal with the palm of his hand but not fast enough.
“Are you okay in there, dear? Can I help?” My 72-year-old mom’s shaking voice echoed in the cathedral ceilings.
“No.” I blurted in a puff of orgasmic exhalation, as Adam plowed into me from behind, shaking the cabinets against the wall. His grip was so tight on my hips, he left bruises. “No, I’m… fine. Don’t come in, I’ll be right there.”
Whimpers slipped from my lips as my body seized, impaled on his length of raw steel as my fingers scrabbled against the cool, cream-colored granite countertop.
“Good girl.” Adam rumbled as he buried himself until his balls were slapping my ass. He shoved his hand under the front of my skirt, wet slit with thick fingers, grinding them against my clit.
His bucking thrusts came faster and faster as he moved with raw greed. His cock pummeled me, again and again until I heard the now familiar deep breath, then a groan before he sprayed his liquid manhood deep into my clenching walls as my body shook and quivered, milking him as I writhed in my own heady explosion of bliss.
Through the orgasmic fog, there was the sound of my parents’ voices coming closer as they argued about who should come in the kitchen to help me.
“Angel, please…let us help…” My mom’s sweet face came around the corner as Adam shoved his dripping erection back into his pants, smoothing down my skirt down with a quick kiss on the neck.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Spencer, I’m helping. Right, honey?”
Adam gave my Mom a reassuring nod as he rested his hands on my shoulders. His warm cum running in sticky rivers down my inner thighs as Roger, my stepdad, came into view.
Roger clapped Adam on the shoulder, then asked, “How’s dinner coming along?” He lifted his nose in the air and inhaled. “Something smells great.”
My cheeks were blazing hot as I returned to slicing cucumbers with shaking hands.
“Well, princess, you have quite a place here with Adam.” Roger smiled as I silently prayed he wouldn’t say anything else about the scent in the air. Roger was a great guy. Balding, fifty pounds overweight but he loved my mom.
They married six years ago, and it was about that time I decided it was time to forgive her for staying married to my sperm-donor horror-show of a father for so long.
“Thanks.” I grinned back at Roger and Adam gave me a pat on my behind.
“She’s got it under control.” Adam said to Roger. “How about you and I go out and I’ll show you the new garbage cans we just got. They’re flip tops. Sixty-five gallons with wheels.”
Roger looked at Adam like a God then followed him out the back door to the garage.
Thinking back on that day, understanding Adam’s insatiable need and his take-what-I-want-when-I-want-it attitude was never something I would have expected would be so dang hot.
But I did.
Having a beast for a boyfriend had its downside, for sure, but I had something with Adam I had never felt before, and I was willing to ride it out and see where it took us.
I knew I loved him the first time I saw him.
It was July 8th and the temperature hovered right at a hundred degrees. I was in the park for a run after meeting with Larissa for coffee. My eyes drifted his way, even when he was just a speck on the horizon, running down the path towards me.
He was shirtless, hard, and glistening in the heat. And he was running, not jogging like everyone else. He was running and sweating, the shadows from the trees and leaves casting dappled light over the indents and bulges of every defined muscle in his shirtless torso.
His pace was impossibly fast. The thump, thump, thump of his feet kept time with my quickening pulse.
As he approached, I didn’t look away. Instead, I stalked him with my eyes, and he must have felt it because he stared right back with his own steel-blue gaze, locking on until he was standing next to me. He flashed the quickest of smiles, and gave the rest of me a once-over that left me quivering. Then, without a word, he picked up his pace again, leaving me doubled over with a warm gush of wetness inside my panties.
Two weeks later, he walked into the firm where I was an intern. No shit, the same fucking guy that almost made me cream my panties right there on the jogging path in the park. What are the odds, right?
His hi-tech consulting startup was using our firm to set up their IPO, and the rest, as they say, is history.
We’ve barely been apart since.
The raw pull of energy between us was always unique. I’d never felt anything like what I felt for Adam. Even from across the room that first day at the firm, there was a buzzing, electrical current that traced along the outside of my body. And when he looked at me, it stole my breath. It was bizarre, exhilarating and frightening at the same time.
