Page 109 of To Hate Adam Connor

“Hold on to the back of the couch.”

She arched an eyebrow, but didn’t question me. In seconds she was on her knees, arching her back and giving me the best fucking view of her ass.

“What the hell is that?” she asked. I followed her eyes to the couch cushion.

Reaching for one perfect ass cheek, I gently stroked and then pulled it apart so I could see her pink, wet pussy. I pushed my hand between her legs and heard her whimper when two of my fingers entered her.

“Sore?” I asked.

“I’m okay. You didn’t answer me. Did you come?”

I looked at the wet spot on the couch and got closer to her so I could push my cock against the soft, soft skin of her perfect ass.

“Did it feel like I came? That’s all you.”

Her head whipped back, and she gave me a shocked look. “What?” she whispered.

I pushed my fingers deeper into her and her back arched to take more. I couldn’t look away from her red lips, those teeth pulling on the swollen skin.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I found her clit and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“All you, Lucy,” I repeated. “I told you, your pussy is very happy with my four-inch cock.”

She gave me a small smile over her shoulder, her fingers white knuckled as she held on to the couch. “Thank God you’re not four inches. It would be so disappointing and I’d feel so very sorry for you.”

I pushed my cock in between her legs and gave her a gentle thrust so she could feel it slide against her sensitive clit.

That wiped the smile off her face, and I was fascinated with the small scowl that replaced it.

I held her hips in place and asked, “Ready for your third orgasm?”

“Second.”

“Lucy.” I nodded toward the wet spot. “You almost squirted for me. You came for the second time before the first one was done. That’s two.”

She pursed her lips and stayed quiet.

I rested my hips against her ass and pulled at her hair until her back was resting against my front.

“I asked if you are ready.”

Her small hand found my cock, and she squeezed the head. My body shuddered with pleasure, and I bit her neck, drinking up her moans.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I pushed her front down, grabbed my cock, and after a few hard strokes, slowly pushed into her in one slow movement, not stopping until she had every inch of me inside her.

Hearing her exhale in one big rush and seeing her widen her legs stiffened my cock even farther inside her, so when she tried to move forward and away, I squeezed one ass cheek in my palm as a silent order for her to stay still and took a step closer to her.

“Shit,” she groaned when I gave her the last bit again. “You’re so deep,” she muttered almost to herself, her head hanging.

“Look at your ass,” I whispered huskily, my voice sounding too thick to my own ears. I massaged her flesh, stroking, admiring. “Look at that beautiful ass.”

As my cock was throbbing inside her, I was unable to stop myself from gently massaging her tight little hole. Would she let me in?

My fingers still slick with her wetness, I gently pushed in a finger, and she groaned, her head falling, her body trying to pull away from the intrusion. “Maybe not today,” I said, yet still pushed in farther until she looked at me over her shoulder.

“You’re not that lucky, Connor.”

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