Page 82 of Only Fate

“Is this okay, baby?” he asks.

“It’s perfect,” I whisper.

“You’re so tight.”

“And you’re fucking huge.”

He chuckles. “I’m giving you an extra orgasm for that.”

He slowly starts moving inside me.

I feel myself growing wetter and wetter with each stroke, needing more.

My pussy walls pulsate against his cock.

I watch him bite his lip, fighting back restraint not to speed up.

“Do it,” I say, my voice strained. “Don’t hold back.Fuck me, Adrian.”

He stops mid-stroke, taking a second to process my words, and then lifts my legs back over his shoulders.

And he gives me exactly what I asked for.

Him, in my bed, inside me, with no restraints.

Okay, well, I’m pretty sure he is showing a little restraint.

But that’s my Adrian—so selfless.

We move together as one.

Meeting each other stroke for stroke, like we’ve done this for years.

There’s no awkwardness with him.

No fumbling around.

He licks up my neck and kisses me while circling his strokes.

“That’s my good girl,” he says, tilting my hips up for a better angle.

He makes me feel like the most important person in the world as he thrusts in and out of me.

As I get closer, he drops my legs and presses his body harder against mine, nearly pushing me through the mattress.

He traces a kiss along my neck and whispers, “Absolutely beautiful everywhere, baby.”

His words ignite my orgasm, and his lips are on mine as I lose control of my body. I fall apart, crying out his name, and close my eyes before suddenly opening them back up.

I want to watch him.

See him get off inside me.

“Give me one more,” Adrian says, quickening his movements. “Give it to me, Essie.”

“I … I can’t.” My words definitely sound muffled.

“I told you, your comment granted you another orgasm. Give it to me.”

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