Page 58 of The Second Deal

Hypnotizedby his stupid throat,Ipull him closer to press my mouth against his flesh. “Idon’t want to get pregnant, asshole.”

Hechuckles lowly. “What, you’re the one goodCatholicgirl not on birth control?”

Igrab his jaw and force him to look at me. “Idon’t want you to come in me, fuckhead.”

Adrian’spupils expand before he carries me to the counter.Thesecond he sets me down, his sweet and spicy mouth smashes onto mine and he pistons hard and fast, relentlessly chasing his pleasure.

Ilet him part my lips—Iwant to taste him just this once where neither of us are fucked up, when it’s daylight andIdon’t exactly have to hide my shame.

Hefills me completely, grinding untilIwhimper for more and pull him closer with my legs wrapped around his waist.Myfingers fan out in his thick, damp hair, andIpant over his lips when his hips pound into me.Adeluge of pleasure undulates through my core.

Hisgaze sets me more on edge thanIactually am on the counter. “Ifyou don’t stop that, you’re gonna make me come,” he rasps.

Reluctantly, my legs release the death grip around his waist, spreading wide.Myhand slips between us and slinks down to roughly play with my clit. “Oh,God,Adrian,”Iwhine.

Therhythmic smacking of wet skin suddenly stops when he pulls out and pumps his cock by hand over mine, grunting and gasping.Thewhimper that falls out of me is so fucking desperate asAdriancomes on my hand furiously circling my clit.

Thick, hot come dribbles down my fingers, his lusty moans resounding in my ears.

Myeyes roll to the back of my head and thighs snap together as a jolt splits up my spine.Itthreatens to tear me apart and completely unravel me beforeAdrianon the kitchen counter like a goddamn buffet for him to devour.

He’salways made me do stupid shit.Rightnow is no different as he watches me bring my hand to my mouth to lick our collective come off my fingers.

Hesputters, propping himself up on his hand that rests beside my hip on the counter as he leans over me, spent.

Iswipe a come-soaked finger across his lips.Histongue darts out to wrap around and draw it into his mouth, moaning softly as he consumes our pleasure in a perverse communion.

Whenmy fingers fall from his lips, he dives in for a deep, dangerous, sloppy, and sex-flavored kiss that makes my hips jerk, already begging to be filled again.

“Swearto fuckin’God,I’mgonna come inside you next time.”

Myhead lulls back, relishing the aftershocks of pleasure still pulsing all the way to my curled toes. “Whosaid there’s gonna be a next time?”

Adriangrabs the hair on the back of my head, making me gasp as he forces me to look up at him.

“Me.”

Hebends down to kiss me as roughly as he fucked me here on the counter.Alingering wave of pleasure flows from my mouth to my core.

Adrianpulls back, eyes searching. “Isaid you’re mine.”Hekisses me once more. “I’vewaited long enough.”

Iturn away, scoffing and moving to wash my hands. “Whatpart of ‘no’ do you not get, dude?”

Adriancomes up behind me, resting his hands on my hips as he leans down to press his mouth to my neck. “We’reboth finally single at the same time—‘no’ ain’t an option, princesa.”

Myjaw drops and brows knit together whenIspin around.

That’sit.I’mgonna kill him.

IpushAdrianaway soIcan pull on my shorts. “Usbeing together ain’t an option either, wiseass.”

Hezips up his pants. “Youwanna talk about me being better than fuckin’ around whenI’mwith someone, but you’re the only oneIkeep fuckin’ around with.Andas far asIknow,I’mthe only one you keep fuckin’ around with, too.”

“Andif you’re not?”Ismart with fists resting on my hips.

Jealousyflares in his eyes as his jaw twitches. “Youbringin’ something back fromAtlanta?”

Iturn on my heel and head for the front door. “Noneof your fuckin’ business, dude.”

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