Page 106 of To Hate Adam Connor

Was this making love? Torturing each other until one of you lost your mind?

“It is,” he repeated right before he took my nipple between his teeth and pulled. I wanted to close my legs, or touch myself, or hell, hump the couch. “And I’m going to make it whole again. I’m going to heal it so you can feel what you do to me.”

I’d never been so ready, so slick, so scared.

Then I felt him move away from me and heard the sound of foil ripping open.

I counted. It took him around seven seconds to put it on. Was that good news? Had I counted right?

I was breathing hard and still holding on to the cushion under me as if my life depended on it.

“Is it in?”

I mean, I thought I was feeling fingers moving in and out of me, but maybe it was his cock? Maybe life was that cruel?

“Lucy…if nothing else, just because of that comment I’m about to ruin you for any other man.”

My lips quirked up. “Oh? You wanted me to lie and say your dick is the biggest gift to humanity?”

“Let’s see if your smart mouth will be able to do anything but scream and moan in a few seconds.”

It didn’t even take a few seconds for me to release my first groan. He pushed his cock into me, stretching me wide open. When my hips started sliding up, his hands grabbed my legs and adjusted them around his back.

“Oh, shit,” I cursed when the move only pushed him deeper into me. “Oh, shit.”

I opened my eyes and found him looking straight into mine. I swallowed and held his gaze. He pulled his hips back, hands still holding my thighs, and gave a little more of himself.

I bit back my groan.

“More?”

I nodded.

Fuck, yes!

He looked down at where we were connected and watched his cock pull out of me, which made my brain go all mushy. Then his thumb found my clit, pushing, circling, stroking, and yet he still pushed in deeper.

“You’re creaming all around me, Lucy. Dare I say you like my cock?”

I might have whimpered. He might have groaned. I can’t remember a few seconds of it.

I let one of my legs fall down from his back and lifted the other one so I could throw it over the couch.

“Is that your way of saying you want more?”

I couldn’t laugh; something was lodged in my heart, making it hard to do much of anything.

“I doubt you have more to give.”

My answer was a deep fucking thrust that had my toes curling with the exquisiteness of it.

I gasped and smiled. I let go of the cushion so I could run my hand all over his chest and scratch his burning skin, leave a mark, my mark.

“Oh, Lucy,” he rasped. “Oh, what am I gonna do with you?”

He put one of his hands next to my waist, the other one on the arm of the couch.

He drew out that monster cock of his then pushed it back in farther as he settled over me.

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