Page 111 of To Hate Adam Connor

“Yes. Yes. Harder. Right there, Adam. Yes!”

“Widen your legs, Lucy.”

I could see her legs shaking, her arms barely holding on, but she still opened them wider.

“You’re so thick. So deep. I love that,” she murmured, and it was all I could do not to puff out my chest as I listened to her moan in pleasure. “Please, don’t stop. So close, Adam. So close.”

My hands holding on to her small waist, I drove into her with everything I had. I’d never felt so big in my entire life as I watched her pussy take my cock, my balls slapping against her skin. I’d never felt so full and complete and right.

So fucking right.

A perfect pair.

“Talk to me, Adam. I’m so close, please talk to me.”

I sucked in a breath, barely holding onto my sanity. She was right on the edge, seconds away from taking me down with her.

She was a ball of pleasure waiting to burst wide open right under my hands, right around my cock.

“Come on, Lucy,” I whispered breathlessly, splaying my hand on her back and stroking softly. “Squeeze me. Do you feel how hard I am for you?” I leaned over her body, slightly changing my angle, and it hit her. “That’s it, Lucy. That’s it. Come on my cock, sweetheart.”

She sucked in her breath and silently broke apart right in front of my eyes. Her whole back erupted with goose bumps, her pussy squeezing my cock to death, her body shivering. Not wanting to hurt her by being too rough—rougher than I’d already been—I ground into her, barely holding my own release back.

When she pushed back against my cock and let out a loud moan, it was my undoing. I ground deeper into her and let myself go as she kept shaking under me. Her arms gave up and she rested her face against the couch, letting me push deep into her as I came with hard throbs inside her.

As her walls kept milking me, I almost collapsed onto her body.

Instead, I took a deep breath and tried to slow down my wild heartbeat. She was never getting away from me, not after this night, not after what she’d just given me.

“Lucy,” I murmured softly. My hands shaking, I stroked her back, and she flinched, her skin too sensitive. She was drenched in sweat just as much as I was. I ran my hand up and down her warm skin, gently massaging the base of her neck as I slowly pulled out of her to take care of the condom.

“I have to…” I started, but the rest didn’t come since I chose to listen to her harsh intake of breath as I severed our connection. I tied the end and threw it on the floor.

Still on her knees, Lucy straightened up, and I saw her hand disappear between her legs.

“Shit.”

“What?” I asked, standing behind her again.

“Nothing.”

Ignoring her protests, I dipped my hand in between her slick folds and caressed her swollen flesh. She twitched in my arms. “What’s wrong?”

“Too wet,” she replied, sounding almost annoyed.

“There is no such thing.” I dipped my fingers inside her, barely getting in, and then licked my fingers clean of her as she watched me over her shoulder with her mouth parted.

“I hate you so much,” she whispered, her eyes focused on my lips.

I kissed her. There was nothing else I could do when she was so close, so naked.

So mine.

I gripped her chin and kissed her harder.

“I have to leave.”

Of course she’d want that.

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