Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I guess this is what Adam meant when he said the thing about me trusting him.
Keeping his searing gaze on my face, Adam slides his hand down over my belly button and starts to unbutton my jeans. “Lift up your ass for me.”
When I do as he says, Adam pulls my jeans and my panties down until they’re off my legs and I’m bared before him.
I can’t help but smile when I see the look on Adam’s face. He can’t take his eyes off my body. It’s flattering, but I can’t help feeling self-conscious. I rest my hands on my stomach, trying to conceal the part of me I dislike the most.
“Don’t do that,” Adam growls. “Let me see all of you.”
He gathers my wrists in one hand and looks around the living room. He grabs the piece of blanket resting on the back of the couch, then he lifts my hands over my head and ties them together with the soft fabric.
“Keep them there,” Adam says as he presses my wrists down against the couch cushion.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
My heart’s racing as I let myself be completely vulnerable to Adam. With my hands immobilized, I feel helpless, which only fuels my desire.
With a lopsided smile on his face and a sinful glint in his eyes, Adam drags his fingers up my bare thighs, making me tense my muscles and hold my breath as my whole being focuses on what he’s doing.
“You wanted to know what trust has got to do with it?” Adam asks. “I’ll show you, kitten. I’ll make you see how good it can be. You just have to trust me. Okay?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Spread your legs for me.”
Under Adam’s watchful eyes, I part my legs and bite my bottom lip as he finds my petals and plays with them.
“You know what I’ve always regretted?” Adam asks.
I shake my head, unable to say a word because it’s hard enough trying to stop myself from moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
“I’ve always wondered how you taste.” Adam shoots me a wicked smile before he grabs my legs and start kissing up my thighs.
I gasp when he reaches the top and sucks my lower lips into his mouth. His stubble feels rough on my inner thighs. His tongue laps at my pussy, grazing over my clit lightly, driving me wild with desire.
The muscles in my pussy are clenching, gripping air. I feel empty, and I need to be filled up. My clit’s throbbing, and I need Adam to play with it using his tongue.
My body makes more and more demands as Adam’s teasing becomes more incessant. He’s deliberately making it so I stay at the edge of my arousal, not letting me come down—or come at all, really.
“You taste really good.” Adam smiles without taking his lips off my pussy, making me squirm with every syllable he utters, with every breath he takes.
“Adam, please . . .” I moan softly. My own voice surprises me. I sound so needy, so desperate . . . so sexy.
“What do you want, kitten?”
“I want . . .” I look up at him from under my eyelashes, biting my lip. “Would you make me come . . . please, Sir?”
“Of course, I’ll make you come,” Adam says, licking my clit to make his point. “But not yet. Be patient. You taste real good, and I want to take my time.”
I throw my head back when Adam devours my pussy like a starved man, making happy little grunts as he buries himself between my legs. But as soon as I start to shudder, he pulls back and slows down, making me groan with frustration as I fail to reach the peak again.
Every time Adam ruins my orgasm, it makes me want it even more, and he knows it. He definitely knows it.
I can tell by the way his eyes darken with lust whenever I whimper with disappointment. He enjoys being the one to control my orgasms. He likes letting me know exactly who’s in charge.
But he’s already told me he’s going to make me come, and I believe him. I know it’s going to be worth all the wait and frustration.
I guess I trust him, after all.
Adam
God, she looks perfect. She looks like one of those naked angels in old, classical paintings.
Her lips are parted dramatically as hot huffs of breath escape, along with her little moans and whimpers.
Her eyelids flutter open and shut. She tries to keep her gaze on me, but every time I lick her clit just slightly, she shudders and throws her head back. Even though she gets frustrated when I slow down, she keeps her hands where I put them.
Her legs, though, are a different story altogether. They were relaxed on either side of me when I started eating her pussy, but now she’s spread them wide and tensed up her muscles.