F!CK YOU, ADAM
1339 Words
His gaze lingers on my eyes before landing on my lips. I can tell it’s his way of expressing his hunger.
He wants more. And the thought of that hardens my n*****s beneath my top.
I reciprocate his peck, wrapping my hands around his shoulder as his own roams my body—squeezing my ass and sliding up to knead my breasts, but the ache between my legs is growing unbearable.
“I’m so wet, Adam,” I mumble while laying wet kisses on Adam’s chin.
Instead of replying with words, he pinches my n****e, making me tighten my arm around him as my feminine ferocity rouses.
I bite his jaw subconsciously, then trail more wet kisses down his neck.
My hips don’t stop rocking, just as my v****a doesn’t stop throbbing, repeatedly sending signals to me of how empty it is and how much it longs to be filled or touched.
“I need... f**k, I need to c*m so bad,” I gasp out.
Adam pulls back slightly, his eyes darkened with lust and his voice low and rough as he mutters, “Then hump my thigh, little one. Use me.”
Without hesitation, I straddle his leg right there on the bed. Then I press my soaked p***y on his thigh and drag my body back and forth so that my c**t rubs hard against him through our clothes.
Things quickly get out of hand as time blurs. And I find myself scrambling to rip the gusset of my panties.
However, Adam helps with that. The force of his hands tearing the material sends several jolts of ecstasy down my belly.
My head tips backward as sanity escapes me, needy moans breaking out consecutively through my lips.
My movements grow passionate and frantic by the second, hips rolling desperately as I can feel the hard ridge of Adam’s c**k pressing against my other thigh.
He’s nurturing a serious b***r merely by watching me lose control the way I am, which makes me even hornier.
As I grind faster and harder, his hands grip my ass to guide me, squeezing and spreading me as I hump him like I’m in heat.
“Yeah… that’s it,” he murmurs in short breaths. “Ride my thigh, baby girl. Get yourself there.”
“Oh, f**k!” I gasp out as my c**t throbs rapidly against the rough fabric, my thighs trembling, my whole body tensing.
Orgasm descends on me with massive force, and my vision brightens to the point it’s almost blinding.
I cry out, unable to control my hips jerking wildly with every grind.
My p***y clenches hard and pulses fast. Notwithstanding my state of ecstatic highness, I keep humping through it, my body shaking against Adam’s as my orgasm leaves me vulnerable to his feasting.
By the time I come down from the peak, I’m short of breath, and my movement slows down until I completely collapse on him.
“f**k you, Adam,” I whisper, my lips pressed on his shoulder.
He chuckles lightly. “Why?”
“You tricked me earlier. The s**t about the appetizer was just to make me take my hands off my face so you could kiss me. f**k you for always making me feel like you’re all I need, for leaving me in a condition where I have to cling so hard to you as I chase my orgasm—for making me vulnerable every damn time.”
Adam tightens his hold on my ass and leans into my ear with a mutter. “Well, then, fasten your seat belt. I am about to take you on a very long journey with pleasure as our guide.” His voice drops lower, barely audible. “You’d beg me to stop, but you would not really mean it.”
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THE ART GALA.
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“Baelaforts! Over here!”
“Together! Closer!”
“Can I get a smile, Mr. Baelafort?”
“Chin up a little, Cainan!”
“Eyes this way, Dedan!”
“Finesse! Cute! Hold that pose!”
“Adam, could you grab her waist? You look good together!”
“Lovely! Thank you!”
Loud applause accompanied by wild cheers filled the place as we sashayed off the red carpet.
Earlier, the camera lights were blinding.
Being my first time, I wished the earth would swallow me right up, especially since I was not used to so many eyes on me at once. And lord, did the people stare!
They were probably wondering who the new girl standing beside Adam was.
When the latter listened to the photographer and pulled me close, I read the displeasure oozing from all corners.
They looked disgusted. Most of them. I felt bullied even though they weren’t trying.
“Are you alright?” Adam asks as we’re led into the grand hall.
I nod before he sets his arm across my shoulders to caress my upper arm.
The design of the hall is exquisite. It screams of influence, wealth, nobility… anything of high standard.
The drinks are no less—I think they bear the nearest taste to heaven.
People stand outside the round tables, exchanging pleasantries. However, the moment we walk in, silence descends on the hall as all eyes turn towards us.
But only a few dare to approach.
They mostly interact with Mr. & Mrs. Baelafort, yet I can tell by their side glances that they would talk to Adam if he gave them the tiniest attention.
“I’ll use the convenience room for a while,” I tell Adam before immediately fleeing.
I had to escape.
I wasn’t used to such a crowd of people around me, so the ground had started rumbling beneath me, and I knew that once they had gotten all the attention needed from the noble Baelafort couple, they would definitely want to know the new person in the elite family.
So, I ran in time.
I stayed in the convenience room for a while, allowing myself to calm down, before finally making it out, only to meet Cainan leaning against the wall by the door, her arms folded across her chest.
“Finally, you came out. I got tired of waiting,” she grumbles while pushing herself off the wall and walking away.
I trail behind her. “Waiting for what? I don’t owe you.”
“No, you don’t. My dad asked me to keep a close eye on you lest you do something terribly stupid.”
“What—” I lose my words when I see Adam stepping into the hallway.
On reaching me, he sets his hand across my stomach, stopping me in my tracks as he leans down to whisper, “I’m horny. I need you.”
I look up at him with a smile. “Toilet?”
He smiles back. “Let’s go, then.”
We turn and head toward the toilet, and I can hear Cainan’s stomping heels as she trails behind us.
“Your big brother’s privacy is no concern of yours, Ms. Baelafort,” Adam says to her without looking back.
She huffs. “I don’t care about you. Dad asked me to watch the girl.”
“Young lady, stop. I won’t repeat myself.”
The sound of the heels ceases at once as Adam and I enter the convenience room.
Without hesitation, I slam him against the sink. “We have to be quick. I don’t wanna return when the greetings are done. It’ll be awkward,” I say.
Adam shrugs. “As you wish, my lady.”
My fingers are already undoing his belt, yanking down the zipper while sinking to my knees.
His erect c**k springs free, and there’s nothing to catch the pre-c*m leaking to the floor.
I don’t touch him with my hands yet. Instead, my eyes lock on his to view the hunger in them, as well as his will to surrender.
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