Page 55 of Down the Aisle
Leaning back up, Adam's hand flew across my face again, this time a little harder. A sharp gasp slipped from my smiling lips, my hips digging into the bed from the surge of hot arousal that cascaded from the site of impact straight to my aching cunt.
Then, another slap sent my head snapping the other way. "You fucking like that, my little whore?" Adam asked with a mocking laugh, slapping my blissful face again, and again, and again until the stinging pain started to numb out into pure pleasure.
"Yes!" I gasped in pleasure, moaning softly while writhing in delight. "I love it so much."
Wow, I never thought I'd ever like being hit. Granted, this was a completely different situation and circumstance. Adam didn't mean it in a harmful way, and he definitely wasn’t hitting me very hard. He wasn't slapping me for the sake of it or to intentionally hurt me or to make me obey. It was hard to grasp, but it was different, and I loved it—that's it.
Fisting my hair and grabbing my face, Adam forced my mouth open and thrust himself deep until his balls slapped my face. I tried to keep myself calm, breathe whenever I could and in whichever way I could, but having a thick ass dick, like some damn sausage bar fucking my throat deeply, made breathing quite difficult. At least Adam reveled in my struggle with how fucking feral he got. Seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if hestarted foaming at the mouth with how crazed his whole face was becoming with his eyes.
"Keep edging yourself, darling, keep yourself ready to come on my command." His deep voice sent shivers down my body and pulled a moan from me as I struggled to keep my fingers moving.
The whole training me to orgasm on-demand shit was hard! Or at least, it wasn't fun for me, because of how much on edge I had to be kept. Actually, holding back my orgasm was the most annoying part. At this point, I didn't give a damn because things were how they were.
Even if I didn't want to, my damn body had a mind of its own whenever it came to Adam. His word was law to it. If he said no coming, no matter how much I teetered on the edge, I couldn't get myself over. Granted, it wasn't like that initially, but after the first few times, my body got the gist of it, kind of.
"You better swallow every drop of cum I give you. You got that?" His growly words trembled throughout his body and into mine.
Not a second later he told me that, he picked up his pace, slamming into my aching mouth and sore throat relentlessly. It felt like my body would go into sensory overload with the assault on both ends of my body, and just when I was about to cave, he gave me the reprieve I desperately needed.
He strained out through gritted teeth, "Come. Now!" Groaning deeply as his hips jerked out of rhythm for a few seconds before his spurting cock stilled in my eager mouth.
Everything that happened over the course of the next minute (possibly more, I didn't count) was all instinctual. Control over my body ceased to exist the moment the painful tension in my abdomen snapped and I pushed my orgasm over the edge, letting it freefall into oblivion.
Shockwaves of pure ecstasy crashed into my jerking body while my mind went blank. The feeling was scary. Everything felt so perfectly blissful. If floating on a cloud was possible, then I was pretty sure that would be how it felt. No worries, no nothing. Seriously, my mind was as blank as a sheet of paper, just ready for Adam to write out whatever he wanted on me.
"Ro… Ome… E…"
Huh? Was someone saying something?
"Ar… Ing… Come… To… Me…"
That voice… It sounds familiar… It's so soothing.
Safe. That's how that voice made me feel.
Fuck, I haven't felt safe in so long.
The dots were there, but they did not want to connect. Well, more like I couldn't tie the thread between the two thoughts because I was so out of it.
"Little rose, my darling, come back to me."
Adam.
It was Adam's voice that beckoned me back to reality.
But fuck reality.
I didn't want to go back! I wanted to stay on cloud nine forever. This bliss was amazing, and I didn't want it to end. It's never been this intense before. Pure euphoria was all I felt at that moment. I’d come close to that state a few times with Adam before, and there was a very small handful of times when I’d experienced something very similar to it, but not as intense.
"Eliza, darling, you need to come back to me." His voice was calm, but there was an edge of worry to it.
As much as I wanted to cling to this high, I couldn't let Adam worry over me. So, reluctantly, I let go.
It didn't matter how much I braced myself for the impact of the crash. Everything shocked my whole body as if I'd been in a hot tub and then dropped into the freezing waters of the Artic or some shit like that.
My whole fucking body ached like I'd been hit by a speeding train and then tossed into the spin cycle of a washer. Every nerve ending in my tense body felt like it was on fire! I was a mess and a half, and I could do nothing about it.
No matter how much I tried, the tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face. My chest clenched tightly with every breath, sending sharp waves of nail-biting pain throughout my body. Desperate hands slithered around my man's body for purchase, gripping, pinching, and scratching him in my frenzy.
