Page 107 of To Hate Adam Connor

I was lost. Gone. Completely and utterly shattered.

He was so deep in me, filling me to the brim. I was trying my best to stay still so I could get used to his size and not lose it in two seconds flat. I wanted to watch him work. I wanted to see how he made love.

“Ready?” he asked, his body as tight as a rubber band.

“Do your worst,” I replied.

And he did. Oh, he did. The thrust…that delicious thrust deep into me.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered, my eyes rolling back in my head.

His next thrust had me scrambling to hold on to him. Every time he pushed harder into me, jarring my bones with pleasure, I clawed at his body. To push him away or pull him in deeper, I had no idea.

I had to admit, he was kind of huge. Okay, fine, he was absolutely huge. But, hell, the thickness, that was what was killing me in the most perfect way.

“Jesus, Lucy,” he rasped out, going back to more shallow thrusts. His body still covering mine, moving against mine like hot liquid, he looked at me. There was something happening behind his eyes, but before I could put my finger on it, he pressed his mouth against mine and kissed me.

I ran my hands up his back and threaded my fingers through his hair, groaning my pleasure into his mouth.

“Big enough for you?” he asked when we broke apart so we could breathe.

“Just,” I answered, my body a shivering mess under him.

His lips latched onto my nipple and it pulled at something right between my legs. My muscles clenched around Adam, and he cursed.

“Do you feel my cock?” he murmured, his eyes as dark as the night outside.

“Yes,” I moaned, trying to open my legs wider so I could take him deeper into me.

He pushed his hand between the couch cushion and my waist and lifted his body up from mine.

“Does it feel good?”

I bit my lip and nodded. He was thrusting into me so slow, dragging my nerves all over the place.

His lips parted, and he whispered, “Good. Now you’ll never forget how it feels to have all of me inside you.”

I wasn’t ready for the way he started driving into me, his hand holding my waist in place as he pushed his cock all the way in only to pull it back and work it into me again.

He was hitting me so deep, so hard, there was no way I could hold back my screams and groans, nor did I want to.

I started to feel myself tighten around him, his own moans and groans a distant sound to my ears. My toes curled and something started to grow inside me, building right in my core. Adam kept fucking me at a relentless pace, his hips grinding into me every time he went in too deep. The sound…oh, the sound of our thighs slapping together, my wetness…

“That’s it, Lucy. That’s it.”

I grabbed on to Adam’s hard-as-stone biceps and started to shake with my orgasm. Oh, when this was over, I was going to kill him.

“Come on, Lucy,” he murmured through clenched teeth. “That’s the best you’ve got? Give me more. Give me everything you have.”

Just when I thought the pleasure rippling through my body was about to stop, he changed his angle and hit a different spot in me and it all started again.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” I kept chanting and threw my hand back in the hopes of grabbing on to the arm of the couch. What my hand connected with wasn’t the couch; it was the lamp shade on the side table just next to the couch.

My body burning up with my release from the inside out, I ignored the crashing sound and tried to calm my body down instead. He was not going to give me a heart attack! My body still shaking, I pulled at Adam’s hair.

“You have to stop,” I gasped, my words barely making any sense. “Something’s wrong. Adam, stop.”

He slowed down his thrusts, but they were still too deep, making my boobs bounce at every thrust. The tip of his cock was still touching that perfect spot. I was feeling too damn much.

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