Page 29 of My Hottest Obsession

“Morning, baby,” he says with a chuckle against my skin.

“What a way to wake up,” I say as I stretch.

“We’re just getting started.”

He licks a path up my center again, sucking my clit into his mouth, and my back shoots off the bed. I’m wide awake now.

He flicks the sensitive bud with his tongue, and my thighs snap closed around his head. He has to pry them away, and I gasp as his tongue swirls over my clit.

“Fuck, Adrien,” I groan, and he laughs darkly.

“Give it to me, baby. I want to feel you come all over my face.”

His dirty words only have me burning hotter.

He buries his face in my damp folds and eats me like I’m his last meal; like he’s starving. His tongue is everywhere; the stubble on his face leaves marks in his wake and serves to heighten the sensations.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I cry as my orgasm starts to flow through me.

It hits me like a wave and washes me out to sea. My eyes close, and I chant his name over and over again as he licks me through my release.

“Fuck,” I sigh as I come back down to Earth.

I blink my eyes open, smiling as Adrien trails kisses up my body and then grins down at me.

“Morning, baby.”

“Morning.”

I wrap my arms around his neck as his cock nudges against my dripping opening. He slides in inch by inch, and my eyelids flutter closed until he bottoms out inside of me.

“So. Damn. Good,” he grits out as he starts to thrust in and out of me.

I gasp, my fingers digging into his arms as I hang on for the ride.

“Always so fucking tight and wet for me. I love it,” he groans, and I clench around him.

I’m breathing harder as his pace starts to falter. I know that he’s close already, and so am I.

I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him go even deeper inside of me.

“Oh, fuck, Goldie. That’s so good.”

His jaw clenches, and I gasp as we both go sailing over the edge. He calls out my name, holding himself still inside of me as he comes.

He kisses me and pulls back, grinning down at me.

“How about a shower?”

“I think I need one,” I say, and he smirks.

“I like you dirty and covered in me.”

He pulls out of me and grabs my hand, pulling me from the bed. We head into his bathroom, and he starts the shower as I try to tame my hair down a bit. It’s mussed and sticking up in some parts from him running his fingers through it last night.

“You’re gorgeous,” he reassures me, and I roll my eyes.

“If you believe that, then you’re crazy.”

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