The burn from his intrusion still hurts, but I’m distracted by the hungry way he stares at me. Full of promise. Full of desire. For me. I’m naked and bared to him. I’ve never been with a man before and my first inclination is to cover my stomach. It’s the part of me I hate the most. I’m not skinny like Miss Bowden.
“Move your hands and let me see you,” Adam orders, a fierce glint in his gaze.
“I don’t like the way I look,” I murmur. My shame-filled eyes meet his.
He leans forward and captures my wrists before pinning them to the bed. “Well, that’s too bad, baby, because I really fucking love the way you look.”
My flesh heats at his words. He dips down and kisses my lips before trailing sweet kisses along my throat to my breasts. I assume he’ll stay there, but he skims his mouth all the way to my stomach. A groan escapes me.
“Adam…”
“Shhh.” He nips at my stomach with his teeth. “This is sexy to me. Every single part of you is so damn irresistible. I swear to God my cock has been erect since the moment you stepped out of that car.” He runs his tongue around my belly button ring. “I’ve been hard ever since.”
I smile at him. “You’re sweet.”
He chuckles and bites my stomach hard enough to make me squeal. “Not always, Elma. Sometimes, I’m a prick who wants to bite his beautiful woman.”
His.
My heart melts. The moment he releases my wrists, I run my fingers through his hair. I’m addicted to touching him. His kisses trail lower until his mouth is hot above my sex.
“I can’t believe this is all mine,” he marvels aloud. His reverent words help to lessen my anxiety. He wants me—truly wants me. I can see it in his heated gaze.
His tongue comes out and he slides it up along my slit as though he’s licking a drip of melting ice cream from the side of the cone. I jolt up off the bed, a whimper in my throat.
“Lie back, baby, and let me kiss you here.”
He’s driving me insane with his words. I start to squeeze my thighs together, but he roughly pushes them apart so I’m open and exposed to him. I’m embarrassed, but my need for him overshadows that. He starts a slow assault on my sex. At first, it’s just those teasing licks. One after the other. Enough to madden me. Then, he playfully bites at one of my pussy lips. It sends a zing of awareness shooting through me. I’m wet for him and I wonder if he notices. As if on cue, he teases my opening with his knuckle.
“Still sore?” he asks, his eyes lifted to meet mine. With him between my thighs and his chin and lips wet, he’s so damn sexy. I can’t believe we’re doing this.
“I’m okay.”
He grins at me—panty-melting and bright. It makes my core clench. Gently, he eases his fingertip inside of me and goes back to licking me. His finger is thick, but it feels good as he moves it in and out of me. My body makes a slurping sound that has me blushing. I’d be horrified except this seems to excite him. His pace quickens and every so often, he brushes against something inside of me that zaps me each time. When he notices my reaction, he seeks out that spot. I’m lost to the way he licks and fingerfucks me so expertly.
I’m happy.
The thought hits me out of nowhere and I want to burst into tears. I’ve been drifting for months and I finally feel as though someone has grabbed ahold of me before I drowned altogether.
He sucks on my clit and it jerks me from my thoughts. I cry out. My fingers yank at his hair. I need this release like I need air. Adam seems more than happy to give it to me. With fluid motions, he easily brings me to orgasm within seconds. I scream out his name as I ride the waves of pleasure. The moment I come down from my high, he kisses the inside of my thigh.
“You’re so damn gorgeous when you come.” He smirks at me as he stands. I watch with interest as he flicks off the rest of the buttons and shrugs out of his dress shirt. The wife beater he’s wearing hugs his hardened muscles like a second skin. He’s beautiful. His body is perfection and it once again reminds me that mine is not. With a quick grip of his shirt behind his neck, he pulls off the wife beater and tosses it at me.
“Hey!” I say with a laugh as I throw it back at him.
He flashes me a megawatt smile. “You were getting too serious over there.”
“You just look so…” I trail off as I try to put into words exactly what I’m seeing. Chiseled from stone. Made by God. Like a work of art.
“Sexy?” he quips with a boyish grin.
I bite my lip and nod. “Like so sexy I’m having a hard time believing this is actually happening and that I’m not going to wake up in Coach Long’s class with drool on my face.”
He snorts as he pushes his slacks and boxers the rest of the way off and steps out of them. “You’re here. With me. And stop thinking about Coach Long,” he says with a growl. He grips my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed. “Eyes up here, baby.”
I tear my stare from his perfect body that looks even more heavenly and meet his gaze. Green orbs blaze with lust. But not just lust. Behind the burning heat is something almost possessive. As though he wants to take care of me.
“More than a one-time thing?” I ask, my voice soft and unsure.
He caresses my stomach and then gives my breasts a loving squeeze. “I could never have you just once, Elma.” His gaze darkens as he reaches for the bedside table. “I’m going to have you over and over again.”
I lick my lips when he tears the condom foil with his teeth and sets to rolling it on his long, thick cock with such practiced ease. It terrifies me for a second that I won’t be good enough for him. He’s probably been with tons of women who were all experienced in the bedroom.
But me?
Despite my best friend spinning hurtful lies about me, I’ve kept my virginity intact. I hadn’t found the right person. But the moment I met Adam, all that changed. I wanted him in such a deep way. It’s like everything about him sang to every part of me. I wanted to roll around in his bed and bathe in his scent. I wanted him on me and in me.
His lips find my nipple and he suckles the tender flesh for a moment before trailing kisses up my breastbone and to my neck. His cock is sandwiched between us, rubbing against my clit. I’m still so sensitive from the last orgasm he gave me that I jolt with each of his touches. He chuckles near my ear and then licks me. Chills erupt through me and I let out a whimper.
“Adam…”
“Are you ready, baby?”
“I think so.”
He tugs on my earlobe with his teeth before lifting slightly to look down at me. His green eyes are wild with desire and an inkling of pride begins to form inside me. I do this to him. Me. Elma Bonilla. I guess he’s not lying when he says he loves my curves. His cock sure as hell isn’t lying.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he snarls as though he’s irritated. His mouth crashes against mine and I moan. He smells like me, which is strange, but I find it oddly erotic. “Breathe, baby.”
I exhale the moment he begins pushing his thickness into me. It burns and I can’t exactly say I’m a fan, but I suffer through the pain of it because I want to be connected with him like this. Even if he’s the only one who’ll enjoy it, it’ll still be worth it knowing we’re physically together in the most intimate way two people can be.
“Your cunt is so tight,” he hisses, his lips hovering over mine. “It’s taking everything in me not to blow my load right now.”
I giggle against his mouth. “If you come, that means you enjoyed it.”
“I want to enjoy it more than two seconds,” he rasps out. “See what you fucking do to me?” His body trembles as he kisses me hard. “You make me lose control.”
He pulls away to look between us. His one hand rests beside my head, keeping his weight off me while the other one whispers touches all over my chest and throat.
“Look, Elma.” He motions with his head to where he slides in and out of me. His cock seems uncomfortable in the condom, but he’s drenched with my arousal. It’s smeared all over him.
“You’re so big,” I marvel, my eyes wide. “No wonder it hurts.”
He smirks and gives my clit a playful pinch that has me clenching around him. “You sure know the way straight to my ego.” He winks. “It won’t hurt every time. Your body is just getting used to the invasion.”
“I’m on the pill for my periods. If that thing hurts…” I trail off. “I mean, I trust you.”
He studies my features for a moment before he pulls out. I watch again as he yanks off the condom as though it’s personally wronged him. The next time he pushes inside me, I can feel each vein in his cock. He slides easier in and out and I let out a relieved sigh.
“This is better,” he grunts, his ab muscles flexing with each slow thrust. “Much better.”
I could stare at his hard body all day long. His tattoos are beautiful. His scars are sad. And his dusting of dark hair in the middle of his chest that matches the trail below his belly button is sexy.
“Touch your tits, Elma. I fucking love your tits and I can’t be everywhere all at once.” His voice is deep and husky. I’m about to ask what’s wrong with his hands when he uses one to lift my leg over his shoulder. With his other hand, he teases my clit.
“Oh!”
“That’s right, baby,” he coos. “Nice and deep.”
I’m supposed to be touching my breasts, but I can’t focus. Not when it’s like he’s trying to split me in half. He’s so deep within me I can’t think straight. His balls are heavy as they slap against my ass. For a brief, naughty moment, I wonder if it hurts just as bad there.
He pinches my clit again, causing me to cry out. “Where’s your head, beautiful?”
I let out a moan and shake my head. “N-Nowhere.”
Whap!
I cry out the moment he slaps my clit and clench so hard around him I see stars. I’m going to come again. Soon. No way. I can hardly make myself come on my own and yet Adam walks around like an orgasm vending machine popping them out left and right.
“Don’t lie to me,” he growls.
“I was…” I moan again. “I was wondering if it hurt there too.”
“Where?” His fingers bite into my thigh as he thrusts harder. “Fucking where, Elma?”
“I…”
“Say it.”
“My ass.”
“Fuck,” he snarls, his hips slamming into me out of control. He works some magic on my clit because within seconds, I shudder with a violent orgasm. It sets him off because right on the heels of mine, he comes with a choked groan. His hot seed jets inside of me. It’s a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A claiming. Adam Renner has claimed and marked me with his body.
He releases my thigh and falls against me. His hands find my wrists and he pins them to the bed. As his cock softens, the burn from having him inside me becomes more noticeable. It stings when his semen runs out of me. His mouth captures mine in a sweet, owning kiss.
“So perfect,” he mutters.
I smile. “I could say the same.”
He releases my hand and cradles my face in his palm. “We’re just getting started, baby. I have so much I want to do with you.” His nose nuzzles against mine. “And to answer your question, it might hurt. But I think we could work up to it one day.”
“Did it hurt the other women?” A spike of jealous surges through me.
He peppers kisses all over my mouth. “I don’t know. I haven’t done that with a woman before.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “Seriously?”
He shrugs as he presses a final kiss to my lips before pulling out. “It just seems like something you’d reserve for someone you trust. I’ve had relationships, sure, but not lengthy ones, and we never got far enough in to get to a trusting point.” He heads to the bathroom, giving me a nice view of his toned ass. The muscles flex with each step. I don’t miss the slight limp or the nasty scars on the back of his thigh and knee. Once he starts the shower in the bathroom, he returns. His dick is still wet and it makes my pelvis ache for more.
“What are we?” I ask, unable to fight back the silly question.
“We’re together.” His answer is matter-of-fact. As if it’s the simplest one ever.
“What about school and my dad?”
His jaw clenches as he pulls me to my feet. “We’ll figure it out. You just have to trust me.”
“Like I’ll trust my ass to you one day?” I question with a raised brow.
He palms both my ass cheeks with his hands and leans his forehead against mine. “Exactly. We’ll work up to it. One day, they’ll know and it’ll all work out.” His brow furrows. “Why would Rita lie to your dad about the guys you’ve been with?”
My heart sinks. “She always flirted with him. I thought it was harmless, but maybe I was wrong. Rita may have been my best friend, but she wasn’t exactly the best friend.” I want to call her up and ask her why the hell she’d say those things about me. But knowing Rita, she’d lie straight to my face and change the subject.
“The drugs?” he asks. “Your dad told me he caught you with some.”
“I didn’t do drugs,” I tell him, frowning. “Those were Rita’s.” Always Rita’s. “Adam?”
“Yeah?”
I kiss his mouth. “I’m glad I was sent here.”
He smiles. “I’m glad too, Elma.”