Beautiful Beast - Page 125

I’m riding his fingers, my hips moving in tandem with the rhythm of his hand. He’s humming low in his throat, and it’s the hottest sound, his rock-hard cock grinding against my thigh.

His thumb teasingly grazes my clit while he finger fucks me harder, and my breath hitches as I start to unravel under his touch.

He slows the motion of his wrist, making the pleasure linger even though I could come right now.

“Adam,” I moan, a desperate and pleading note to my voice.

His fingers are unrelenting inside me, but he’s alternating the friction on my clit between exactly what I need and a torturous tease.

My skin is slick with sweat and I’m thrashing, needing to come so bad that I’m totally out of control. Even my very best sessions with my vibrator can’t compete with this man.

“Count how many times I get you close,” Adam says.

“Not capable of counting,” I moan.

He chuckles. “Try for me.”

His thumb presses my clit like a button before tirelessly spinning circles around it. I can’t stop the scream, but I bite his shoulder, trying to muffle it just as he stops and goes back to the teasing, feather-light strokes.

“One,” I gasp.

I’ve never come without clit action, but when Adam twists his wrist and finds my g-spot, the intense pressure has my body writhing and my hips rising, desperately seeking release.

It’s too much and I can’t take it, but he keeps pushing my limits. Right when the peak is so close that I have one foot over the edge, he stops and starts to pull his hand out, but my body clenches around him.

“Jesus,” he groans at the same time I count the next almost-orgasm.

By the time I get to ten, my body won’t stop shaking and tears are coursing down my cheeks. The slightest touch would send me over the edge, but he’s switched to kissing me, leaving me wet and wanting.

“Please,” I beg. “Adam, I need you so badly.”

“I want my cock inside you,” he murmurs against my neck. “Let’s go inside.”

I try to squeeze my legs together, the aching tightness between my thighs unlike any pain I’ve ever felt before. There are black pinpricks of light before my eyes, and I could honestly pass out from need.

“I have to come,” I cry. “Adam, please.”

“Touch me first,” Adam murmurs. “If you won’t listen to me and let me have you how I want you, then you need to earn it.”

He flips our positions so I’m straddling him, and I start to grind against him, my body working of its own volition.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to,” Adam growls.

My head rolls back in agony, but I still my movements and reach into his shorts, palming his bare cock. His groan has me looking back down at the rapid rise and fall of his perfect chest.

His cock is hard as stone, and I wrap a fist around him and stroke slowly, his hips trembling as he lets out a shaky breath.

I want to watch the pre-cum dripping out of his cock, but passersby could catch us at any time. No one is seeing his cock except me.

Settling for feeling the warm liquid dripping from his tip, I massage it into his most sensitive place, teasing the crown of his cock between two fingers.

His neck is corded and his jaw twitches as he grinds out filthy curse words and tells me how badly he wants me and how good I’m making him feel.

I could come from his words, and my pussy is aching, throbbing, and twitching.

His body is also trembling, and his breathing has turned hard and fast as I pick up the pace and stroke him harder with one hand while keeping up the massage on the places that make him twitch with the other.

When he’s close, I stop stroking and reach down to cup his heavy balls, feeling them pull upward as soon as I touch them. I tug them down gently, bringing him back from the peak he was so close to reaching.