Page 76 of Adam & Eve

“I’m sorry,” she said again. Her hand traveled toward my dick. I moved to stop her, but she

batted my hand away and unzipped my zipper. “I’m sorry.” Her soft hand reached in and pulled my

cock out of my boxers. I was rock hard already just because she was near. She stroked me from tip to

root. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, voice sensual and soothing.

She went to wrap her lips around me. It was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. I pushed her

hands away. I didn’t need her pity.

I was disgusted with myself. I felt needy. I wanted her to tell me that she was apologizing

because she regretted what she had said and was not just doing this to appease me.

Reading my mood, she gave me her version of an apology. “I’ll try to be better,” she

promised.

I believed her, but would it be enough? In my head it was. Those simple words confirmed to

me that she cared, but after tonight, she’d have to prove it.

“Adam,” she called my name again, drawing my attention to her lips and away from my plans.

“Can I taste you?”

This was it, the moment I’d waited for. It caused every nerve in my body to stand at attention.

She was giving herself to me. No teasing, or coercing. Her submission had me wanting to beat my

chest like King-Fucking- Kong in celebration. Her eyes never left mine as she waited for me to give

her permission.

It’s another ploy. She hates you, the voice reasoned.

Doubt crept up my spine until she spoke again.

“Let me please you.” Her voice was low and husky.

I nearly came on myself at just the sound. I nodded because I didn’t think I had it in me to

speak. When her hot mouth enveloped my cock, it only felt like mere seconds before I was cumming. I

warned her so she would have a chance to pull away, but she continued sucking and licking me. She

slid me to the back of her throat, taking all I had to give. When she eased me out of her mouth slowly

and placed sweet kisses on the head of my dick, I trembled.

“I’m sorry,” she said one last time.

“Go to bed, Eve. It’s late,” I said instead of asking her if she really meant it when she

apologized.

She stared at me. I took a page from her playbook. I stared back, my gray eyes clashing with

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