THE PENTHOUSE BETRAYAL II
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THE PENTHOUSE BETRAYAL II
He didn’t ask permission.
He simply cupped the back of her neck and kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle. It was possession.
His mouth claimed hers with commanding heat, tongue sliding deep, tasting her like he’d been starving for years. Tessa moaned into him, fingers curling into the lapels of his suit. He tasted like expensive scotch and pure masculine power.
Adrian broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her throat, nipping at her pulse point.
The sensation of his wet lips on her skin made her whimper.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he growled against her skin. “Use your words. I want to hear how badly you need Daddy to f**k the memory of my son out of this pretty cunt.”
Tessa shivered violently. The dirty talk hit her like lightning straight to her c**t.
“I want you to ruin me,” she breathed. “On this bed. Make me scream your name so loud the entire city knows who I belong to now.”
Adrian’s low, satisfied chuckle vibrated through her chest.
“Good girl.”
He walked her backward toward the bed—the same bed still rumpled and smelling faintly of betrayal. With one smooth motion he untied the silk wrap dress and let it pool at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but black lace lingerie and sky-high heels.
Adrian’s eyes darkened with raw hunger.
“f**k, look at you.” He palmed her full breasts through the lace, thumbs circling her already hard n*****s. “My son never deserved these. Never deserved any of you.”
He unclasped her bra with practiced ease, letting her heavy breasts spill free. Lowering his head, he sucked one stiff peak into his hot mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly while his hand kneaded the other. Tessa arched with a whimper, fingers threading through his silver hair.
Adrian spent long, luxurious minutes worshipping her t**s—licking, sucking, biting just hard enough to make her gasp—until her n*****s were swollen and glistening, her p***y throbbing and soaked.
Only then did he drop to one knee.
He hooked his fingers in her lace thong and dragged it down her legs slowly, eyes locked on hers the entire time.
“Step out, baby.”
She did. Naked now except for the heels.
Adrian spread her thighs with strong hands and leaned in. His first long, slow lick from her dripping entrance to her swollen c**t made her knees buckle.
“Oh my God—”
“That’s right,” he murmured against her soaked folds. “This p***y is mine now. So f*****g wet already. You’ve been craving a real man, haven’t you?”
He devoured her.
No hesitation. No teasing. Adrian Beckett ate her p***y like a starving man at a feast—broad, flat strokes of his tongue, then tight circles around her c**t, then sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth while two thick fingers slid deep inside her, curling against her G-spot with devastating accuracy.
Tessa’s hands flew to his hair, hips grinding against his face as filthy, wet sounds filled the penthouse.
“f**k— Adrian— oh s**t, your tongue—”
He pulled back just enough to growl, “Call me what you really want to call me when I’m between your legs.”
“Daddy,” she moaned shamelessly. “Please, Daddy— don’t stop—”
Adrian groaned in approval and doubled down. He f****d her with his fingers hard and fast while his mouth sealed around her c**t, sucking rhythmically. The pressure built impossibly fast.
“I’m— I’m gonna—”
“Come on my tongue, sweetheart. Let me taste how much better I am than my worthless son.”
The orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Tessa screamed, thighs clamping around his head as she came hard, gushing onto his tongue and chin. Adrian didn’t stop— he licked her through every pulsing wave, drawing it out until she was shaking and whimpering.
Only when she was limp did he rise, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were feral.
“On the bed. On your back. Legs spread. I want to watch every inch of my c**k disappear into this greedy little cunt.”
Tessa obeyed instantly, climbing onto the bed that was supposed to be her marital bed. She spread her thighs wide, heels still on, p***y glistening and twitching from her first orgasm.
Adrian stripped with deliberate slowness. Jacket. Vest. Shirt. Every inch revealed carved, powerful muscle dusted with silver hair across his broad chest. When he finally shoved his trousers and boxers down, Tessa’s mouth went dry.
His c**k was massive.
Thicker and longer than Damien’s by a noticeable margin. Heavy, veined, with a wide, flushed head already leaking precum. It curved slightly upward, promising to hit places his son never could.
“Like what you see, baby?” Adrian stroked himself slowly, spreading the precum over the head. “This is what a real man brings to the table. Gonna stretch this tight p***y so good you’ll never want anyone else.”
He crawled over her, caging her in with his powerful body. The head of his c**k nudged her slick entrance.
“Beg for it.”
Tessa’s voice was wrecked. “Please, Daddy. f**k me. Ruin me. I need your c**k so bad—”
Adrian thrust forward in one smooth, relentless stroke.
Tessa’s back arched off the bed with a broken cry as he buried every thick inch inside her. The stretch was exquisite, borderline painful in the most delicious way. He bottomed out, heavy balls pressed against her ass, and held still, letting her feel every pulsing inch.
“f**k, you’re tight,” he groaned, forehead pressed to hers. “So much tighter than I imagined. This p***y was made for me.”
He started moving.
Slow, deep rolls of his hips at first—pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt, grinding against her c**t with every thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of her soaked p***y taking his c**k filled the room.
Tessa’s nails raked down his back. “Harder— please— f**k me harder, Daddy—”
Adrian’s control snapped beautifully.
He hooked her legs over his elbows, folding her in half, and started pounding her. Deep, brutal strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. Every thrust knocked the breath from her lungs.
“That’s it— take Daddy’s c**k like a good little girll,” he growled, voice rough with lust. “This p***y belongs to me now. Say it.”
“It’s yours— oh f**k— my p***y is yours, Daddy!”
He f****d her through her second orgasm like it was nothing—kept hammering into her as she clenched and gushed around his pistoning c**k, her screams echoing off the glass windows.
Adrian flipped her onto her stomach without pulling out, yanked her hips up, and took her from behind like an animal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other spanking her ass hard enough to leave red handprints.
“Look at you— dripping down my balls. My son could never f**k you like this, could he?”
“No— never— only you— f**k, I’m cumming again—”
Her third orgasm ripped through her so hard her vision whited out. She squirted around his c**k, soaking the sheets beneath them.
Adrian pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back again, and straddled her chest.
“Open.”
She obeyed, tongue out.
He stroked his glistening c**k twice and came with a deep, guttural groan—thick, rope after rope of hot c*m painting her tongue, her lips, her t**s. Tessa swallowed what she could, the rest dripping down her chin obscenely.
But Adrian wasn’t done.
He was still rock hard.
He slid back down her body, pushed her legs wide again, and sank back into her c*m-slick p***y in one thrust.
“Round two, sweetheart. I’m going to f**k you until you can’t walk tomorrow. Until every time you sit down for the next week you remember exactly whose c**k ruined this pretty cunt.”
He f****d her for hours.
Missionary while whispering filthy praise. Doggy while spanking her ass raw. Her riding him reverse cowgirl, his hands guiding her hips as she bounced on his thick c**k, screaming his name. He made her c*m so many times she lost count—on his tongue again, on his fingers, on his c**k while he choked her lightly with one powerful hand.
At one point he carried her to the windows, pressed her naked body against the cool glass overlooking New York City, and f****d her standing up while the entire skyline bore witness.
By the time the sky began to lighten with dawn, Tessa was a wrecked, c*m-drenched mess—covered in bite marks, handprints, and Adrian’s seed leaking from her swollen, well-f****d p***y.
Adrian lay beside her, still inside her, lazily grinding as aftershocks trembled through her body.
He brushed damp hair from her forehead and kissed her softly, a shocking contrast to the brutal claiming he’d just delivered.
“You’re mine now, Tessa,” he murmured, voice low and possessive. “No more games. No more boys pretending to be men. I’m going to spoil you, f**k you, and protect you like you deserve. And my son? He’s going to spend the rest of his life knowing exactly what he lost.”
Tessa smiled, exhausted, sated, and utterly claimed.
She turned her head and kissed the silver stubble on his jaw.
“Good,” she whispered. “Because I never want to belong to anyone else again.”
Adrian’s c**k twitched inside her, already hardening for another round.
“Then get on your knees, sweetheart. Daddy’s not finished ruining you yet.”
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