Just One Orgasm!

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Before Emilia could reach for the waistband of his trousers, Adrian caught her wrists gently.

With one effortless motion, he turned her onto her back, guiding her onto the bed until the mattress dipped beneath her.

He leaned over her, with one hand braced beside her head. His bare chest rose and fell as she’d only just pulled his clothes over his head moments earlier, his grey eyes fixed on hers with an intensity that made her heart stumble.

She reached for him again, but he caught her hand and brought it to his lips instead, pressing a lingering kiss against her knuckles.

"Patience," he said softly.

She narrowed her eyes with impatience.

His chest heaved, and his jaw was tight as his pants rested low on his hips, waiting to be pulled off with just a drag.

Emilia swallowed at the sexy V like he possessed, leading to the huge tent in his pants.

"I have some condoms." Emilia informed him. "Check the third rack of my drawer."

"How much were you expecting me then?"

"Just get them, Adrian." She pleaded with her eyes now softly hazy.

He brushed his mouth over hers one last time before sliding off the bed. He turned and slid the pants down along with his boxers.

Emilia sat up slowly. Adrian’s body looked as though it had been sculpted with impossible patience. At well over six feet tall, he filled the room without trying.

His sheer height made the queen-sized bed seem almost laughably small. His broad shoulders stretched beneath his sun-kissed skin, tapering into a lean, powerful waist.

Every movement he made revealed another ripple of hard muscle beneath his skin, effortless and controlled, as though strength came as naturally to him as breathing.

When he bent toward the bedside drawer, the muscles across his back shifted in smooth, defined lines, each one seemed carved with understated precision.

His shoulders were wide enough to make her feel impossibly small, while his narrow hips and long legs gave him the kind of athletic build that belonged on magazine covers. Even from behind, everything was devastatingly attractive about him.

The confident set of his posture, the sculpted planes of his back, and the quiet power in the way he moved made him not merely handsome, but unfair.

His dark hair fell carelessly over his forehead, softening his features that were otherwise almost too perfect.

His impossibly sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and straight nose somehow made his storm-grey eyes seem even more arresting when he met her eyes over his shoulders, and finally picked out the condom.

His mouth was the final betrayal, full, perfectly shaped, and carrying the faintest hint of a smile that could undo her with terrifying ease.

Emilia’s pulse stumbled.

She had always known he was attractive. Seeing him like this, with nothing left to imagination, was something else entirely.

Her eyes traced his tattoos.

She quickly sat up.

He straightened with the condom between his fingers and turned back around fully.

Her mouth flooded with want at the sight of his already leaking cock. It was heavy, thick and flushed dark, curving up toward his stomach.

The last time he had fucked her, she hadn’t seen him fully, but she had felt every throbbing inch of him bare against her walls.

Emilia got on her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed as he walked towards her. His eyes roamed her naked body hungry but with little to no restraint dropping to her chest and he groaned.

"I will treat you like my little slut." He stood in front of her. He tapped the cap of his cock on the bridge of her nose. "And you won’t make a sound."

Emilia nodded. "Have I ever done otherwise from your orders?" She asked softly, slowly licking her lower lip as she stared at him from under her lashes.

Adrian grunted. He swallowed.

Emilia plucked the condom from his hand, flashing him a sly grin. "I’ve listened way too much. Now, you do as I say."

Adrian stared down at her, his hands slowly digging into her hair. He tilted her head backward, holding her gaze.

Emilia rolled her tongue out of her mouth. She lifted her tongue upwards, and liked the little drops of his precum resting on her nose.

His grey eyes darkened. He took his hand off her hair, and cuffed her chin from behind her ear.

She wrapped her hand around his cock. The hot and silky shaft throbbed against her palm.

She held his gaze as she pressed her lips to the swollen tip, placing a soft open-mouthed kiss against the head. Her tongue grazed the slit, fully tasting his precum.

Her pussy gushed when his hand flew to her hair dominantly as she sheathed his dick with her mouth.

She took him down inch by inch, feeling him stretch her lips wide. Her jaw worked to take all that thickness. Her saliva pooling and spilling as she pushed deeper.

His fist tightened in her hair. His hips rolled forward involuntarily. She moaned around his cock, and the vibration pulled a rough grunt from his chest.

She took him thoroughly, sloppily, and hollowed her cheeks when pulling her mouth up his shaft and then swirling the tip when moving down.

He bucked when she took him to the back of her throat until her eyes watered and pulled back with a filthy wet sound just to do it again.

His thighs went rigid when she did it the second time. His breathing turned ragged, and his chest heaved. His hand in her hair tightened painfully.

"Fuck, Emilia," he groaned in a heated raspy voice.

Emilia sucked harder.

"Emilia... if you don’t stop, I’ll..." He swallowed, and his hips jerked with pooling release.

To his surprise, Emilia pulled off with a slow drag of her lips off his cock ending with a soft lick to the head.

His chest heaved as he gazed down at her with a completely wrecked expression on his face, almost in disbelief.

His cock slick and throbbing, flushed darker than before. His eyes burned with fury. He was visibly going to cum and she had stopped.

Emilia pressed her lips together to kill the smile pulling at her lips and tore the condom wrapper open.

He exhaled through his teeth, and his grip in her hair softened a bit. "Still keeping up with an attitude?"

"Yes, Mr." She smiled, and she rolled the condom down his length slowly, with one hand following the latex, and squeezing his shaft gently.

His whole body shuddered.

"I’m still really mad at you."

He grunted, and his pupils turned almost black. His knees almost buckled from need.

Adrian leaned forward. He held her from her waist, and turned her on her knees. He had her back facing away from him, and pushed her ass up against his cock.

He reached for a pillow, and placed it below her stomach while he pressed her really flat on the bed. He had her grinding against his dick.

He applied pressure on her waist with his thumb, and left her moaning for more as his heavy shaft pushed between her ass cheeks.

Emilia felt him throb against her, and felt her own slickness against her inner thighs. Her head whipped over her shoulder to glance at him.

Adrian reached forward. His shaft rubbed her sensually. She drew in a soft moan.

"I said not a sound." He reminded her, as he wrapped her hair into a knot with his hand, and clamp her legs together.

Emilia nodded.

She arched my back, pushing harder, and moaning when his cock pressed right against her cunt. She spurted more of her arousal and she made sure to rub that all over his cock.

He grabbed both of her wrists and yanked them backwards, pinning them together at her back in one strong iron grip.

The air left her lungs in a rush.

"I’ll treat you worse with each passing second." His cock pushed between her ass cheeks, finding her entrance. His thick head pressing against her soaked entrance. "You’ll chase a release right under me until you get the right attitude."

He pushed in suddenly and she drew a sharp exhale into the sheets.

He was beyond large. She hadn’t forgotten that, but the memory of him was nothing compared to reality of it stretching her open, and filling her inch by devastating inch with his thumbs on her waist applying pressure.

The pillow just below her did the same. Where did he learn this?

He didn’t stop until he had buried every last bit of himself inside her. He buried further to the hilt, pushing against her womb. She couldn’t move a single limb due to extreme pleasure.

"You’ll cum when you repent." He pulled back slowly, then drove forward making her squeal as his cock ripped through her walls. "Now you pray I have a forgiving heart."

Emilia whimpered. She took in a long breath. "I’ve done no wrong." She moaned when he rolled his hips inside her. "I’m right where I want to be."

Adrian took his thumbs off her waist, and landed unexpectedly harsh slaps on both ass cheeks at once.

She yelped softly, moaning into the mattress.

"No words, Emilia."

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