Page 95 of Fake Dating Adrian Hunter
I laugh, pushing down his boxers, my eyes widening as I marvel over the view of his hard length. Adrian wastes no time climbing over me again, and the two of us share a sigh of ecstasy as he pushes deep inside me.
“Fuck,” he groans. The way he says that word makes me more desperate.
My legs circle tighter around him, pulling him closer. “Deeper,” I beg. “Adrian,please.”
His breath grows shallow as he pushes harder into me, then he leans back to watch his fingers slide over my ribs and cup my breasts before kissing me again. “You feel incredible. You’re so beautiful. And you’re all mine.”
“Say that again.” I’ll never get tired of hearing it.
“You’re all mine, Verena.” Each time he enters me feels deeper than the last. “And I’m yours. I love you.”
My head rolls back and I grip the sheets, his words shattering my world. He’s the one that said he won’t last long, but I’m right on the edge, struggling to not let go.
“You’re not coming yet. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He flips me over onto my knees, positioning my hands on the headboard.
The delicate muscles in my core tighten around his cock when he pushes into my wetness from behind. I’ve never found this position appealing with other guys. For me, it felt degrading. There was always an emotional disconnect as soon as we weren’t facing each other. But Adrian’s chest meets my spine, and he turns my face to his, worshiping me with kisses. I’m engulfed in flames when his right hand cups my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. His other hand lowers between my thighs, stroking that sweet spot on me.
The pleasure climbs in me again, and I clench the muscles in my groin, squeezing them tight until I’m gasping Adrian’s name as I come.
“That’s it. Let me hear you,” Adrian growls. “Come on my cock.” He juts into me faster, his own deep sounds escalating and his hands clutching me tighter. Adrian thrusts deep into me one last time, his breath deliciously hot on my cheek, then his muscles relax and he falls onto the bed, bringing me into a hug.
Both of our chests rise up and down with jagged breathing. “That was quite the workout,” I laugh.
“I told you earlier in the week, sex is about exerting yourself, otherwise you’re not doing it right.”
I havesonot been doing it right before Adrian. My head tilts up to him and I flash him an impish smile. “I don’t know if I’m exerted enough. I might need round two already.”
“Are you challenging me again? Because if so, I promise you’ll be sorry by the morning.”
My teeth sink into my lower lip, and I grin.
“All right. Challenge accepted.” Adrian carries me to the shower, and we do it all over again.
* * *
I wake in Adrian’s arms with his lips trailing kisses along my neck. “Good morning,” he whispers in that deep, crackly voice I love. “Have a good sleep?”
“I’m not sure we did sleep.”
“We got about two hours. Ready to go again?”
“Three rounds weren’t enough for you?”
Adrian rolls me beneath him, the two of us already naked between the white sheets. “No number of rounds will ever be enough with you. I need to take every chance I can get. We’re saying goodbye to each other in a few hours.”
The harsh reality of our time coming to an end kicks in like a slap in the face. I don’t want to think about it, and instead, let Adrian slide back inside me. The way we fit together is different this time. He makes love to me. We cling to each other as if we can stop time moving forward and prevent the inevitable of us boarding separate flights. When we finish, there’s no banter. We lay in each other’s arms, soaking up every detail of each other’s body until we’re forced to prepare for our departure.
I run the shower, waiting in the doorway for the water to heat. Adrian remains in bed, propped up on one forearm as he admires me, yet there’s something smug about his gaze.
“What?” I ask.
He nods at my hips. “I didn’t realize I was so rough with you last night. I’m… sorry?”
I look down at myself, seeing the early traces of bruising. My cheeks grow warm at the hot memories of him holding me tight while he came inside me. “That’s what four rounds of Adrian Hunter does to a girl.”
He rolls onto his back and laughs. “Get in the shower before I make it five.”
ChapterThirty-Two
