Page 4 of Adam

God help me, every time he calls me ‘little kitten’ a trickle of my pussy juice runs down my leg. It feels familiar and almost like he knows my name, Kit. But he can’t, can he? Just a coincidence. Nothing more.

He's still standing behind me, his hot breath burning against my ear and sending shivers down my spine. He reaches up with both hands and takes one breast in each, kneading the flesh between his rough fingers.

I close my eyes and lean my head back, allowing him full access to every part of my body. His lips caress my throat and shoulder while one hand skims down my stomach and pushes my thong completely off my hips. He does a quick yank and the flimsy fabric gives away. His mouth grins against the tender flesh of my shoulder as he chuckles.

"Guess you won’t be wearing these again."

I squirm against him, heated longing knots my stomach while he fingers my clit.

I reach for him. He's replaced his zipper and all since we fucked in the elevator, but he is like a rock again. My cowboy is a machine and his cock throbs against my palm.

I mewl. My hands fumble with his belt. His finger continues to flick at my clit while his other hand frees my breasts and tosses my bra to the floor.

I'm completely naked but he's still completely dressed. This seems so wrong to me. I am desperate to feel his flesh, not only his cock, though I'm very, very enthusiastic about that.

I’m eager for his rough flesh against mine. The coarse hair of his chest and thighs, ‘cause I know he's got to be one burley motherfucker underneath his fancy suit. I want to feel all of his chest hair scraping against my back as he fucks me from behind. The power of his thighs when he plunges into me.

Damn, I'm going to make myself come from thinking about it.

"Is this thing padlocked?" I ask, struggling to get his belt to cooperate.

I give up and stroke him over his pants. I'm rewarded with a hiss which tells me he likes feeling my fingers on him this way.

"Oh kitten," he says, "the things you do to me."

But then he leans in and whispers in my ear, "But that's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you."

I groan deep in my throat and swipe my thumb over the head of his cock. I hear his sharp intake of breath so I do it again.

With a growl, he picks me up, one arm around my waist and he still keeps his finger on my clit so I am airborne and on the verge of another epic orgasm. He carries me through the suite, out of the living area and down a short hallway. He kicks open a door and it hits the wall with a bang.

He’s like a caveman and I can barely breathe for wanting him to claim me again. Maybe drag me around by my hair too.

A huge bed dominates the room, and he flops me down on my stomach. I hear him behind me quickly shucking his clothes.

I grind my mound against the bedspread trying to create the feel of his fingers on my clit. I'm so close to coming and I don't want to stop.

He moves to the foot of the bed, grabs hold of my hips and yanks me back so I'm on all fours near the edge of the mattress. My heart pounds and my breath comes faster as I imagine what it will feel like for him to plunge into me from behind. That monster cock of his pounding away in my wet core. I widen my knees to give him better access.

I arch my back and press my hips in the direction of his cock, making it plain what I expect him to do.

"Settle down," he growls. "I’m in charge here."

The throaty growl and the commanding words send my pulse racing even faster. I’m panting and my throat is dry. I want to shout at him to get on with things, but I resist.

He chuckles again and I’ll be damned if it isn’t the best sound ever. He skims his hand over my ass, squeezing.

"Good girl," he says. "I know you want me. Bad. I want you too. But you need to learn some patience." He gives another squeeze to my ass. "Besides, I’m exploring."

Before I register what is happening, he puts his face between my thighs and licks my pussy. I lower my head to the mattress and grip the bedspread in my fingers while his tongue darts in and out of my hot core. His lips surround my clit and suck. I gasp and cry out with abandon. I’m so close to coming again.

Then he stops.

"Wha—" I manage to say as I sneak a glance back at him.

He’s grinning. "Not yet, kitten."

I whimper. Desperate to feel his cock deep inside me. I can't remember the last time I felt this anxious. This needy.

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