God I love the warmth of his mouth, he tastes like he's been drinking. I pull out when I feel his hard erection against my stomach, the sensation going straight to my p***y, my greedy p***y wanting him in between my thighs, relentlessly pounding into me, owning me. He buries his head in my neck, nuzzling me with his arms holding me tightly. I moan, rubbing my hands on my back.
“Adrian,” I whisper against his ear. “I can't -”
He lifts his head, still holding me closely but now gazing into my eyes, the color of his eyes replaced by a darkness I'm accustomed to. “What do you need?”
“f**k me.” I rasp, “I can't keep this need stifled anymore, I need you f**k me like you mean it.”
He nods, his grip around my hair tightening, causing a moan to escape my parted lips. “Why did I grow this hair
