Page 33 of The Final Deal

I spit on my hand and wrap it around his cock. I stroke down as I pull away, up as I pump into him.

“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth. Hunger blazes in his eyes as he fists the sheets beneath us, like he’s gripping onto something so I can fuck him harder.

My hips rock a little faster and my hand picks up the pace on his dick, watching his foreskin hide and reveal the head as I work him. But then my clit rubs against the texture and I can’t concentrate on moving my hips and gripping his cock at the same time, so my hands fall to the bed in a fist at his sides.

Adrian pushes himself up on an elbow and palms my cheek, guiding me to kiss him.

“Fuck,” I squeal against his mouth.

He refuses to let my lips go, kissing me like he can’t live without it anymore. His dick and knuckles brush against my lower abdomen, beating himself as I take his ass.

I bury a hand in his hair and pull him backward slightly. “You’re such a good slut, taking it up the ass like this.”

He gasps, pupils blowing out like they’re opening up directly to the night sky.

My thighs slap against his ass, and my hands move, traveling from his hair down to circle his neck. I put some weight into it and pin him against the bed. His eyes widen and water in the dim light of his bedside lamp.

Adrian stares up at me like he’s seeing heaven as I choke him while I peg his ass. He violently strokes himself between us, hips rocking upward as I drill into him.

My pussy throbs at the sight, and my clit engorges even more.

“Who’s my good boy?” I moan as I quickly approach the edge.

The response is silent as I choke him, but the word he mouths is clear on his lips: “Me.”

I scream through the pleasure that detonates like a nuclear bomb. The room disappears; the only thing that exists is the intensity of my orgasm and the thick, hot spurts of Adrian’s come painting my breasts.

We both moan loudly, desperately clawing at each other like we’re trying to find a way to live in each other’s skin, to keep this feeling alive and burning inside us forever.

Adrian rubs his hand through his mess, spreading his come all over my chest. His cock jumps against my lower stomach, and he beams impishly. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re filthy for me.”

I snatch his throat and press down as I lean over to kiss him hard. His eyes are totally blown out with excitement and orgasm. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re my good boy.”

He squeaks, like calling him that made him come a little more, and I kiss him again.

Nothing can touch me here. Not while I’m in this house, nor while I’m in Adrian’s bed.

Chapter 13

More Human Than Human

–White Zombie

My inbox is haunted.

Ty has emailed me with a partnership agreement for me to sign, laying out the particulars of us going into business together. Not New Year’s Ball with Dirty Peach Studios—mewithTy. Not like either of us could exactly partner our parents’ businesses without owning them ourselves, but this feels especially personal.

Of course, I deleted the email the second I saw his name attached to it.

But I think he’s developed a sixth sense for me because he’s sent a string of texts every day afterward.

Sent you a partnership agreement I need your signature on

Reminder about the agreement

Any day now…

There’s no getting out of this. Sign the damn agreement so I can get to work.

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