TAKE ME THERE, DADDY (Tangled In Temptation And Lust Erotica Collection)

ADAM ALONE

Placing my hands on his hips, I lean in. Then I extend my tongue to the shaft and lick from the base all the way to the sensitive tip.

I notice Adam shivers a little. His hands grip the edge of the sink on either side of him as I take his broad crown in my mouth like it’s the slickest lollipop, swirling my tongue around the slit to taste his musky, salty fluid.

His head falls back in response, but then his eyes return to mine almost immediately, and there’s a flame burning in them—a flame of desperation and need.

I watch him wince from pleasure as I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, swallowing him down until my nose is buried in his crotch.

For the next few seconds, all I do is hold the pose without moving an inch. I want him to feel every bit of my throat gripping him like a vice. And I want him to remember that just as he leaves me vulnerable, I can as well be in control of him.

He lets out a guttural sound, watching me beneath fluttering eyelids, so I take that as a plea to move.

Steadily bobbing my head back and forth, my fingers fondle Adam’s balls, squeezing them tenderly to tease him.

Our eye contact remains unbroken. And as I swallow every bit of his pre-c*m, his hips thrust desperately to push more down my throat.

Soon, Adam’s breath turns rough, and his shallow grunts bounce off the toilet walls, his hips twitching a little from time to time.

The pulses of his c**k tell me how close he is to coming, even before he rasps out, “Elioza… f**k!”

Knowing that, I grab my glass of wine that I once abandoned on the sink counter, but I don’t break my eye contact, nor do I damage what is already going on.

Adam f***s my mouth relentlessly, and I let him. All I do is relax my jaw, take him deeper every time he thrusts, and let my hand on his tight sac apply more soft teasing squeezes to them.

The first time I sever the eye contact is to watch the thick veins on his c**k throb wildly. That fuels my action as I move my head and fingers faster, matching his energy, slamming with his own thrusts at a point.

The force throws him off the edge, and his knuckles turn white as his grip on the counter edge tightens.

“f**k, I’m gonna let go!” he grunts with urgency.

In that very second, his climax hits. And as a stiff shudder racks his frame, his c**k jerking out its first string of seed, I pull my mouth away before sinking the weeping head straight into my wine.

I watch with a smile as the milk of his essence mingles with the crimson liquid. The ropes tangle. Then they unfurl, dissolving into the wine like some rich, hard-earned ingredient.

My fingers are still on his balls. Their only duty now is to ensure that every last drop of his seed is secured. Thankfully, his lightly convulses as he cums doesn’t disrupt the balance, or worse, knock off my precious mixture.

Finally, the ropes finish.

I move the wine away from the d**k but develop this persistent urge to lick the swollen head that is glistening with wine and c*m, so I fall into the temptation, leaning forward and wrapping my lips around the crown before sucking.

Adam jerks backward to escape me, jerking tiredly. “f**k, that tingles.”

“Hmm.” I grab his shaft and repeat the same action, although this time I suck harder. I think my teeth even nibble the head a little.

Adam’s reaction matches my energy, as chuckles roll off his lungs as he keeps wiggling his body to try and separate me from him. But he’s still recovering from his orgasm, and his hands are a bit shaky, so his push has little effect on me.

However, I let go, only because I want to, rising as I swirl the glass gently, a sly smile spreading across my lips.

Locking gazes with Adam once again, I take a sip of the drink. Then I suck my teeth in satisfaction as I nod approvingly.

“Does it taste good?” Adam asks. I can tell he wants to check that out himself.

“I’ll call this an intimate cocktail,” I mumble before taking another sip that I don’t swallow.

Then I grab Adam’s jaw between my index and thumb fingers, pull him down to my height, and spit the mixture into his already-open mouth.

He gulps it down without hesitation and flashes a satisfied smile afterward.

“I think it tastes better coming out your mouth,” he whispers while grabbing my waist and pulling me close.

Something stiff pokes my belly, causing me to look down.

“You’re still hard, Adam,” I say, watching his prideful d**k.

He shrugs. “A man comes up every five minutes, haven’t you heard?”

I stare at him through my lashes while setting the glass on the counter. “It happens I’m the horny one now, so if you want to f**k me, I’m soaked and ready.”

Adam smiles and gently palms the left side of my neck, leaning down to place kisses on my right cheek.

“You said you wanted to be quick,” he mumbles against my skin.

I hum sensationally. “We can be quick with this as well. Shall we set the timer? Thirty minutes tops?”

Adam brings out his phone, sets a thirty-minute timer, and places it on the counter.

Then he does his wonders as usual—leading my tongue in a tangle. He slams me against the toilet wall, his free hand trailing down to squeeze my cheek.

Since my gown has elasticity, and it’s slit on one side of the front, it’s easier to pull the gown up and lift the leg at the slit side.

With teasing movement, Adam shifts my pants and eases himself into me. That’s when I realize just how hard it is standing on one foot with heels on while being drilled.

But there’s this thing about pain mixing with pleasure that makes the whole experience much more exciting.

He doesn’t stop f*****g me, and he finds extreme satisfaction in kissing me so hard—to the point I want to eat his face—then suddenly pulling away to reveal my hunger.

That riles me up. But I only show my vexation by gripping his face and arching my back into him.

Sensations overshadow me, leaving me blind, deaf, and numb to all the other things around me that don’t concern Adam and what he’s doing to me.

Every time he breaks the kiss, he plants his soft lips on my cheeks or neck instead.

This time, he whispers, “What thoughts drive you mad with pleasure, Elioza?”

I shiver from the thrill of that question, a moan escaping my lips.

“What do you fantasize about at night?” he asks again. “What ecstatic dreams prompt you to slide your fingers into your core and fly yourself to orgasm?”

“You!” I blurt out, wriggling my body gently as I roll my hips to Adam’s thrusting movements, the images of what I want flashing in my head. “I think of you f*****g me all the time. I wish to be filled by you before I sleep, just as I do my waking hours. I always want you, Adam. Always. Every f*****g time.”

Adam’s lips shift until they reach my ear. Then he growls, his voice holding a strong dominance that spikes the need in me. “Then think of me now, Elioza. Me alone. Think of me taking you in a plane. On a boat. In the pool. Anywhere you can imagine. Think of me doing to you the dirtiest things your mind can come up with.”

As if compelled, my mind clouds itself with the thoughts of Adam, and my body reacts to these imaginations.

I find myself being pulled toward an edge. Each step I take is represented by a moan, or by my fingers gripping Adam’s shoulders hard.

Then I’m pushed over the cliff, and I fall, hard. Clouds rotate in front of my eyes, blurring until I see stars, my skin pores opening up to invite a big blow of air that causes chills.

In my moment of s****l delirium, I hear the alarm blaring. But that is almost silenced by the clangor ringing in my ears.

Suddenly, the world doesn’t exist. Just Adam. Adam alone.