*mature content*

Listen to Sweat by Zayn.

I clocked out as soon as I finished giving report, the weight of the workday lifting the second I stepped out of the fluorescent-lit hallways. My mind, still buzzing with anticipation for the weekend getaway Adrian promised. A few days away sounded like a promise. I needed this. After the past couple of days, where everything had felt heavy, like the world had gone mute, I was desperate for silence of a different kind. A few days with Adrian. Away from the noise. Away from everything.

Adrian was already packing the car, tossing bags of essentials into the trunk for our short stay at his beach house. The simple task felt like a ritual—his easy, measured movements, the quiet hum of the air around him.

"I'm driving," I declared, snapping him out of his focus as I moved toward the car.

He gave me a look—a frown, maybe even a quiet protest—but didn't argue. He never did.

"I'll be careful, I promise," I added, though I could already feel his doubt hanging in the air between us.

His gaze lingered, sharp, skeptical. But then he let it go, and I could tell he was weighing something in his mind before just shaking his head.

Rolling my eyes, I darted inside, peeling off my scrubs like they were a second skin, took a quick shower, and slipped into a short denim skirt. A white cropped top followed, simple, breezy—something that would catch the summer air. I grabbed my small suitcase, half-heartedly stuffed with the few things I needed, and headed back outside.

Adrian was leaning against the car, arms folded, waiting with that quiet patience of his. He handed me a pair of sunglasses, identical to his, the lenses a reflection of the bright afternoon sun.

"Gracias," I muttered, slipping them on and moving toward the driver's seat.

"Ready?" I asked with a grin, my excitement barely contained. He exhaled deeply, his gaze flicking from me to the road ahead.

"When's the last time you were at this beach house?" I asked, tapping my fingers against the wheel as we hit a red light.

"Six years, I think."

"Poor house," I murmured, glancing at him, "must've been lonely."

He laughed, a quiet sound that almost seemed to carry some kind of sadness underneath it. "I bought it to have a place of solitude... to wallow in my misery," he said, his voice casual, but there was a flicker of something more, something I couldn't place. A smile tugged at his lips, just enough to show the perfect indentations of his dimples. The wind had tousled his dark hair into a sexy, unkempt mess, and without thinking, I reached over, fingers threading through the strands to smooth them down, my touch soft but lingering.

I took a glance at the traffic light that was yet to change. A rose-pink convertible stepped in beside us, the blonde hair behind the driver's seat turned to us, Adrian to be specific. Her leopard print dress with a deep cleavage left to the eyes and her botox lips and perfect eyebrows. She winked at him and gave him a seductive smile, it took everything in me not to get down from the car and tear her apart for trying to flirt with my man while I was next to him.

"Can I help you?" I asked with a smile that was deadly enough to pass a message. She looked away and ignored me.

"Hey," Adrian called tearing my hot gaze away from her, I looked over the traffic light and it was already green. I hissed and pressed my foot on the pedal.

"Perra estupida," I mumbled under my breath, tightening my grip around the wheel.

"Too bad," Adrian's voice was low, teasing, but laced with something that made my pulse quicken. "I'm only interested in a certain curly-haired goddess who gets damn sexy when she speaks Spanish."

His words slid into my skin like a slow burn, making me shiver. Without waiting for a response, he reached over, his hand finding mine. The touch was deliberate, possessive, as he laced his fingers through mine. For a moment, we were suspended in the soft electricity that buzzed between us—his thumb stroking the back of my hand with a tenderness that contrasted the fire sparking in my chest. Slowly, he brought my hand up to his lips, brushing a feather-light kiss against the delicate curve of my palm. I couldn't breathe for a moment, my heart racing as he held on, his fingers never letting go. The intensity of the connection between us seemed to melt the anger I'd been holding onto, washing it away with each gentle pass of his callused thumb.

I leaned back against the seat, the music from the speakers—Stitches blaring in the background—filling the silence between us. The rhythm of the song matched the steady beat of my pulse as we drove along the shoreline, past a crowded stretch of beach where bodies lay sprawled out in the sun, the salty air thick with laughter and voices.

Adrian's touch never wavered, even as the car rumbled over the road. My fingers felt warm in his, the connection so natural, so right.

We veered off the main road, following the GPS down a narrow lane, marked only by a weathered, dusty sign that read Private Property. As we passed the tall, swaying palm trees lining the drive, the house came into view, its grandeur unfolding slowly. I had expected something simple—a quiet getaway, a cabin tucked away somewhere—but this... this was something else. The estate stretched out before us, its sprawling white façade gleaming under the sun, a mansion wrapped in luxury and quiet opulence.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as I pulled into the driveway. "Are we at the right place?" My voice was almost a whisper, disbelief heavy in the air.

Adrian's grin was all knowing, a flicker of mischief lighting his features. "Yes."

He was already out of the car before I could say another word, his long strides carrying him toward the house, leaving me standing there, a sense of wonder blooming inside me as I took in the breathtaking surroundings.

I followed him, still in a daze, eyes scanning the vast outdoor space as I wandered. The ocean was only a few feet away, its water an impossible shade of blue, glittering under the bright sunlight. The breeze carried the scent of salt and sea, mixing with the faint whisper of waves hitting the shore. There was something so serene about it, something that invited stillness, quiet reflection. The space was ours, all of it. The silence, broken only by the rhythmic pulse of the ocean, wrapped around me like a blanket, soothing the rawness inside. I imagined what it would feel like to meditate here, letting the world slip away, just for a moment.

"Vixen," Adrian called from the doorway, his voice pulling me out of my reverie.

I turned to find him standing there, watching me with that grin that always made my heart skip.

I couldn't help it. My smile bloomed. "This place is amazing." I walked toward him, and without thinking, wrapped my arms around him, pressing myself against his solid warmth.

"I'm glad you like it," he whispered, his voice a soft murmur against my ear as he pulled me closer. His arm circled my shoulder, holding me to him in that easy way he did, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Let me show you around," he said, his lips brushing against my temple before he guided me inside.

The living room was the first room I saw, and it stole my breath. It was spacious—vast, even—with a fireplace that stretched to the ceiling. The kind of fireplace that promised warmth on cold nights, the kind of room where you could curl up and disappear. The adjacent kitchen was massive, gleaming with high-end appliances and polished surfaces, inviting you to cook and create. But as we moved through the house, it was clear the luxury didn't end there. There were four bedrooms, a gym, a steam room, and a spa—all lavish, all private. But it was the master bedroom that held my attention. When we entered, Adrian led me out onto the balcony, and my breath caught in my throat. The view was impossible, a panoramic sweep of the beach below us, the sun sinking lower, painting the sky in hues of deep orange, red, and pink. The colors felt like fire, burning into my mind.

I leaned over the railing, unable to look away. "Why didn't you tell me about this place before? I'd come here every weekend if I could."

I wanted to wake up to this view. I wanted to lose myself in it, to make it mine.

The air around me shifted as strong arms slipped around my waist from behind, pulling me back against him. I tensed for a split second, but then the warmth of his chest pressed against my back, and I relaxed into his embrace. His hands rested gently on my waist, his breath warm against my neck. The moment stretched, the sounds of the ocean mixing with the rhythm of our breathing.

"I'm glad you're here," Adrian whispered into my ear, his voice a low, intimate murmur that wrapped itself around my heart.

I let my eyes flutter shut, letting myself sink deeper into his touch, into the beauty of the place, and into the undeniable pull between us. The world outside disappeared in that moment, and all that remained was the feeling of him, the ocean, and the quiet stillness of the setting sun.

"Honestly, I forgot about this place." His voice was casual, but there was a hint of something—nostalgia, maybe—or just a little too much time spent away from something this perfect. I scoffed, unable to contain the disbelief. How could anyone forget about this place? The air was thick with the scent of salt and sun, and the view stretched out before us, as endless and stunning as a dream.

I leaned on the cool glass railing, the sea breeze tugging at my hair, but my attention was on him. Slowly, I turned around, eyes tracing the way the fading sunlight caught the planes of his face. His skin seemed to glow, warm and golden, the last rays of daylight wrapping around him like a halo. His grey eyes, sharp and intense as always, gleamed with flecks of gold, their usual stormy depths momentarily softened. It was like the sun had decided to kiss his features with an ethereal light, and I couldn't help but stare, completely captivated.

He caught my gaze, meeting my eyes with a flicker of something unreadable, then raised his eyebrows in silent question, as if he could feel the weight of my stare.

"What?" His voice was almost playful, but there was a vulnerability there, a flicker of uncertainty in the way he held himself, despite the ease he usually exuded.

I didn't say anything at first, just let the silence hang between us, stretching for a beat too long before a smile tugged at my lips. God, he was beautiful—inside and out. His laugh lines, the way his lips curved when he wasn't even trying to, the way his soul seemed to shine through everything he did... How could I not love the way he looked at the world? How could I not fall for the man standing in front of me, glowing with a light that had nothing to do with the sun?

He turned away from me, and I could see the flush creeping over his cheeks. The broad smile he tried to hide only made it more obvious.

I couldn't resist. "Are you blushing, Parker?" My voice was teasing, low, and filled with that mischievous edge that always seemed to make him a little unsteady. I moved closer, my lips just a breath away from his chest, my chin lightly resting against him. My eyes drifted upward, meeting his as I waited for his reaction.

He inhaled sharply, his hands sliding down to my waist, fingers brushing the curve of my hips as he tried—and failed—to regain his composure. The heat in his touch sent a thrill through me, but it was his words that made my heart race.

"Just when you give me that look," he murmured, his voice thick with something between amusement and... longing.

I smirked, leaning in just a little more, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body radiating against mine. "What look?" I asked, my voice dropping to a whisper, dripping with sweet, calculated mischief.

The air between us seemed to crackle with tension, thick and raw, like the moment was suspended on the edge of something we both knew we couldn't avoid for long. I could see the pulse in his throat quicken as he swallowed hard, his grip on my waist tightening slightly. The feeling of his hands on me—the way his touch never felt like enough, like he always wanted more—sent my pulse into overdrive.

"Like you want to do bad things to me," he said staring at my lips

"Maybe I do," I said sliding my hands up his taut torso. I felt his body tense as my hands ventured lower to his pants. I held his gaze as I undid his belt. I slowly slid down to my knees.

"Fuck Vixen, you look fucking gorgeous on your knees ready to take my cock in your pretty mouth," he said brushing his thumb against my lips as I released his thick hard length from the loop of his boxer brief.

I swirled my tongue around the crown before slowly taking him in my mouth. I couldn't fit all of him in my mouth. His moaned filled the space around us. I was glad for the privacy even though we were on the balcony, out in the open but it was just us.

"Use your hand, Vixen," he said and I listened, wrapping my fingers on the base while I tried to match the momentum of my mouth.

"You can take more," he said with his fingers threading through my hair and slowly pushing deeper down my throat. I gagged, tears blurring my vision. My head bopped, moving faster as Adrian's grip tightened in my hair.

"Right there keep going," He grunted. "Don't stop I'm almost there." He rasped. I struggled to breath but was also desperate to get him there. I felt his body tense and he pulled away just enough for me to catch my breath. I sucked on the head while my fingers wet from my spit worked him faster.

"I wish you could see how beautiful you look slurping on my dick," He cupped my cheek, watching my lips take him deeper.

"I'm going to come, Vixen," he groaned moving his hips faster. His muscles tensed as warm salty liquid hit my tongue.

"Don't let a single drop go to waste," he said stroking my cheek. I held his gaze as I swallowed every drop. He smiled, taking my hand and helping me stand.

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After our walk along the shore, we found ourselves back at the hammock, cradled between two sturdy palms. The night was warm, the air thick with the scent of salt and woodsmoke from the fire that crackled in the center of the yard. It was the kind of evening that seemed almost too perfect, as if it had been painted just for us.

I stretched out beside Adrian, one of my legs draped lazily over his, my head resting against his bare chest. His skin was warm under my cheek, and the steady beat of his heart was like a soft rhythm that seemed to match my own. The air was soft, the breeze a gentle whisper against my skin. I wore a blue bikini, the fabric almost invisible in the dim light, and he had on a pair of swim trunks that hung loose on his hips. His fingers moved slowly, tracing lazy circles on my bare back, sending shivers down my spine.

The night felt endless in its stillness, the fire's flames throwing flickering shadows across the yard as they crackled and popped, surrendering themselves to the flames. Above us, the stars glittered in a black velvet sky, distant and cold yet somehow comforting in their infinite number. A slow, soulful tune floated from the vinyl player I'd brought with me, its soft melody wrapping around us, filling the space between our words. We didn't need to speak; the quiet felt natural, perfect in its own way.

I tilted my head back, my eyes tracing the constellations, fascinated by how tiny the stars appeared from here. They were far more powerful than they looked, more significant than we could ever imagine. The vastness of the universe was humbling—almost overwhelming. My thoughts wandered, spiraling into the future, a future that somehow included Adrian. I caught myself, heart skipping in my chest. Was I rushing things? Was I already imagining a life with him when we hadn't even said the words yet?

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, but I found his gaze already fixed on me. His eyes held that quiet intensity, like he was reading me in ways I didn't understand.

"I named one star after you," he said, his voice soft but steady. He pointed to one of the brightest stars in the sky, a flicker of light in the endless expanse of darkness.

My breath caught, curiosity pulling at me. "Why that one?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up at it again, his expression distant but thoughtful. "Because it reminds me of you. I remember the first time I met you—how irritated I was by your attitude. You were like a puzzle I couldn't solve, and it was frustrating, but at the same time, it intrigued me. Even when I told myself I wasn't getting involved again, you kept showing up in my thoughts. You were always there, somehow. So in this whole sky, with billions of stars, that one"—he paused, the flicker of the flame reflecting in his eyes—"that one caught my attention. And I've been staring at it ever since, even when I try to look at the others."

His words hit me harder than I expected. My pulse quickened, my chest tightening as I processed them. Adrian had been looking at that star the same way he looked at me—curious, drawn in, unable to look away. The realization made me feel lighter, but also strangely exposed.

I swallowed, trying to steady the flutter in my chest. "Which one are you?" I asked, my voice low, trying to mask the vulnerability that slipped through.

He smiled softly, but there was a shadow behind it, something unspoken. "The darkness around the star." He said it so simply, but there was weight to it. A kind of quiet acceptance in his tone. Like he had already figured himself out in ways I wasn't sure I could.

"Everyone gets deceived by the smile on my face," he began, his voice quiet, almost hesitant, as if the words themselves held weight. "But inside, it feels dark. Like there's this... void. Think of it as emotional darkness—this empty space filled with anxiety, confusion, sadness, and pent-up anger. But you keep it all hidden, locked away, so no one can see." He paused, his eyes flicking over to mine, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his usual guardedness.

Then his expression softened, and his gaze grew tender. "But then you came, Belvina. Like a beacon of light. You uncovered all that darkness, and now all I feel is happiness... relief, hope... and love." His voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke the last word, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

The weight of his confession settled in the air between us, and for a moment, all I could do was look at him. My heart ached, a mixture of love and empathy flooding through me. "It means the world to me that you view me that way," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard." I snuggled closer to him, the warmth of his skin against mine offering a kind of solace I hadn't known I needed.

He ran his thumb gently over my cheek, his eyes searching mine as if trying to find the right words, but none seemed necessary. "Words can't describe how much you mean to me, Vixen," he murmured, his voice soft yet filled with something raw—something deeper than I could explain.

The sincerity in his words made my chest tighten, and I whispered the truth that had been sitting at the back of my mind, waiting to spill out. "The world doesn't deserve someone like you." I said it so quietly, as though the words themselves might shatter the delicate moment.

He looked at me for a long second, his eyes unreadable, before leaning in closer, his lips brushing against mine. It was a soft kiss, one filled with so much meaning, so much tenderness, that it felt like the world had paused. My heart fluttered, the warmth of his affection flowing through me. I could've stayed in that kiss forever, lost in the feeling of it, but I knew I had to say what had been rising inside me.

"I love you," I whispered against his lips, my words barely audible, but heavy with the truth of them. He was perfect to me. I didn't care about the cliché that no one was perfect, because he was to me.

His smile softened, his eyes lighting up with a joy that I couldn't quite put into words. "I love you too, Vixen." The way he said it, with that infectious smile, made my heart skip.

And then, just as quickly as the moment had begun, his playful nature returned. "And I'm hungry," he added with a grin, breaking the spell and making me laugh softly.

I pulled away from him, my lips still tingling from the kiss, and swung my legs out of the hammock. The night had been filled with such raw emotions, such deep confessions, that it almost felt surreal to step back into the ordinary. Adrian followed me, his steps light and playful as he tried to mumble the lyrics of Do You Think of Me by Mariah Carey, his voice a little off-key but endearing in its attempt.

I took the risk of cooking in my bikini, ignoring Adrian's request for me to go and put on a shirt. I made some beef enchiladas and we sat at the large dining to feast on it.

"Need help?" he asked hugging me from behind as I washed the last three plates in the sink.

"No, almost done," I replied, I felt his hardness press against me from behind. He groaned against my neck and tightened his grip around my waist. He trailed kisses up my neck to my ear, sucking hard enough on my skin to leave marks. I let go of the plate in my hand and gripped the edge of the sink as a tingling sensation spread through me leaving goosebumps on my skin.

"I desperately want to taste you." He whispered.

I gasped softly when his hand slipped into my bikini bottom, if he wasn't holding me with his other hand my feet would have given way. I threw my head back against his chest as his fingers found their way between my thighs leaving me breathless. My legs widened on their own accord and I gripped the sink for dear life.

"So wet," he groaned.

"It's not my fault you keep turning me on," I said rocking my hips against his fingers but he suddenly pulled his hand away.

I turned to look at him, his lips crashed against mine before I could ask him why he stopped. Caring less about my wet hand, I ran my hands up his solid torso, tracing every curve like a painter's brush against a canvas.

He gripped my hips and hoisted me up, his lips never leaving mine. We made it as far as the couch in the living room. He lowered me to the couch as our lips moved in sync. I wrapped my legs around his waist as unquenched need surge through me like a storm, I rocked my hips against his straining erection wanting to feel him.

I pulled away and stared into his eyes that promised nothing but love, patience, and trust. I trusted him with my life. The moonlight peeking into the room from outside outline his lean form and those lips that I couldn't wait to kiss again.

I sucked in a breath as his lips touched my skin, his kisses were soft and delicate like the wind, his hands gripped my hips and slipped into my bikini bottom. I could feel the heat everywhere, my brain shutting down for a moment as his lips latched around my sensitive nipple.

He pulled at the strings holding my bikini top and took it off in one slick move without even looking. His fingers drove me to oblivion till I was gasping for air. I grind my hips faster, I wanted to feel him inside me.

"Fuck me please" I begged.

"Do it," he said pulling his hands away and leaning back on the couch.

"Do what?"

"Take my dick out and ride it till you think you've had enough." He said with eyes trailing down my body hungrily.

"I have never..."

"I know, I don't want to hurt you. I still remember what you felt like the first time I was inside you, Vixen. If you let me take control right now, I won't hold back and I won't be gentle," he whispered running his palms up my thighs to my ass where his fingers kneaded my skin.

He wanted me to be in control but I wasn't really sure of what to do. I remembered the last time we almost had sex was in New York where he freaked out after he found out it was my first time.

How hard can it be to ride a dick?

My tentative fingers slid down to his swim trunk, he lift his hips and pulled the material down. I stared his shaft, wondering if I could fit all of him.

"Take this off," he pulled at the strings of my bikini. My legs felt like jelly as I got off his lap and pulled the piece of fabric down my legs. Adrian's eyes made me feel like I was under a microscope with the way his eyes scanned every curve of my body.

"lie back on the ottoman and spread your legs, I want to have a taste first," he said and I almost gasp at his words.

I obeyed, my body burning with anticipation as I lowered myself on the large ottoman. Adrian went on his knees, spreading my legs wider and pulling my hips closer to the egde.

"You're dripping so beautifully," he growled spreading me obscenely. He was filthy and I loved it.

The first swipe of his tongue through my slit sent me over the edge. He moaned as if I tasted like his favorite candy. He let me grind against his mouth, fingers gripping the back of his head as I chased my pleasure.

"You like that?" He asked slipping in a finger and sucking on my clit.

"Yes yes yes," I moaned arching back off the ottoman, my hips rolling to the rhythm of his tongue. He flicked the sensitive bud of my clit, adding extra pressure that made my legs shake and had me trying to close my thighs as if to contain the intense pleasure drowning me in ecstasy. I tried to push his head away as the sensation became too much to bear.

"Stop running away, Vixen," he said pulling me closer and holding me down as he licked through my folds, the wetness echoing in the room. I gasped for air, my fingers digging into the skin of his arms.

"Adrian," I whispered his name as my body trembled from pleasure. I screamed his name again as I came. My muscles relax as I found my release, I could breathe again. Adrian crawled up to me, I smiled as I cupped his face and kissed him greedily.

He pulled away and sat on the couch, stroking his dick as he stared at my body.

"Come here," he said, his voice a dark, enticing command that sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't just the words—it was the way he said them, low and certain, like a promise I couldn't refuse.

I sat up, my breath still coming in quick, uneven gasps from what had just happened between us. My skin hummed, still trembling with the aftershocks, yet somehow, all I could think about was more. More of him, more of this

For a moment I forgot how to use my legs, my legs almost buckle as I stood up but Adrian grabbed my arm pulling me to his lap.

"I haven't fucked you yet and you already can't walk?" he teased with that smile that melts away my sanity but before I could argue, his lips were on my mine. Demanding, hungry and possessive. His kiss was a drug, a heady, intoxicating pull I couldn't break free from. Each sweep of his lips against mine was like a spark, igniting something wild inside me that only he could fan into flame. The world around us fell away, the only thing real was the heat of his mouth, the raw hunger in his touch. It was addictive—every kiss only deepening the need, making me crave more. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop.

His arms tightened around me, drawing me closer, as if he couldn't bear a single inch of space between us. His fingers, rough and calloused, skimmed down my spine, tracing a slow, burning path that made my skin hum with desire. Then, without warning, they tangled in my hair, pulling me to him with a force that made my heart race, my breath catch. I was drowning in him—lost in the way his kiss consumed me, in the way his hands claimed me like I was his, completely.

The world could have burned to the ground around us, and I wouldn't have noticed. All I could feel was him, all I could think about was the pull of his mouth, the pressure of his body against mine. I could kiss him forever. I didn't want it to end—not now, not ever. Every kiss, every touch, only made me want more, made me need him in a way I never imagined.

"Now take what you want, Vixen," he said against my lips.

I sat up, grabbing his hard length dripping pre-cum at the tip and slowly slide into me. I only got a quarter of him inside me before I felt the pain, I grabbed onto his shoulder maybe a little too tight, needing an anchor.

"Move your hips,"he said gripping my waist and guiding me to take more. I bite hard on my lips almost tasting blood.

"Fuck Vixen," He growled throwing his head back, I wasn't even doing anything and he looked like he was losing control. I began to move my hips, I fought the pain and took more of him. He groaned, his hands grabbing my ass cheeks and controlling my movement.

"Adrian," I groaned, the pain almost unbearable.

"Breathe for me, Vixen," he said and I nodded, taking slow deep breaths. "You can take every inch," the pressure of his hands on my hips, guiding me deeper into him, was a silent command, and I followed without question. I moved my hips, each movement taking him deeper into me that I could feel him bruising my cervix.

"You feel so fucking good, Vixen," he whispered in my ear, his teeth nibbling on my neck.

"You have the most beautiful tits I have ever seen," he said and I smiled. He palmed my left breast while his mouth latched on my right breast, biting, sucking and flicking my nipple. The sensation of his tongue and his constant moan of satisfaction drowned the pain between my legs.

"Your dick feels so good," I moaned moving my hips faster as pleasure builds up in my vein. Each stroke sending jolts of heat through me, igniting every inch of my skin. The soreness was still there but the sweet currents flowing through my veins, trumps the pain and all of a sudden, I didn't want to stop.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked demanding my gaze.

"Yes! Holy shit, I don't want to stop," I rasped and he smiled.

"I like feeling how much you like it." He said slapping my ass, I gasped at the contact but it only drove me closer to my orgasm.

"Spank me again." I said.

"Beg for it."

"Please."

"Please what, Vixen?"

"Please spank me again." I begged.

What was I turning into?

My eyes rolled back at the hard contact of his palm on my cheek.

"You say you've never done this before but it does not look like it," he said watching the way I rolled my hips.

"I'm a fast learner Parker," I said with a smirk.

"Sorry Vixen, I'm about to be selfish," he said and before I could ask what he meant he flipped me over on my stomach, dragged my hips, putting me in all fours.

"Hold on to something," he warned.

I gripped the couch as he thrust into me from behind, he felt deeper than before. I gasped at the first stroke and after a few more, Adrain went feral. I was biting into the couch, fingers desperately holding onto the edge for life. The sound of skin slapping and sloppy wet noises punctuated each thrust. I have never moaned so loud. Never felt such intense pain and pleasure at the same time. He coaxed every sound out of me. And he had the audacity to tell me I wasn't screaming loud enough when I was about to loose my voice from it.

His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling at the strands as he fucked me hard from behind. His palm slapping cheek every chance he got but I loved every second of it. I wanted to ride this high forever. I didn't want it to be over yet but my wanted a release.

"Fuck, I'm going to come," I cried out.

"I want to see what you look like when you come on my dick," he said pulling away and flipping me back around to face him. I caught a glimpse of the blood on his dick before he slid into me. His thumb circled my clit as he thrust into me in long strokes.

"I'm coming," we both said at the time. I felt him pulsing inside me as wave of pleasure washed over me like a dam breaking free. I held onto his gaze, gripping his ass cheeks as he growled in ecstasy pumping every bit of cum inside me.

We were both covered in sweat and trying to catch our breath. He didn't pull out instead he laid next to me. He kissed my neck. His arms tightened around me, strong and sure, as if he could pull me deeper into him with just the force of his embrace. The feel of his calloused fingertips tangling in the strands of my hair, the way his body pressed against mine, felt like the most intense kind of possession—a possession I didn't want to escape.

"Can we do that again?" I asked and he laughed.

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We woke up around noon, both of us still worn out from last night. I didn't know when we went to bed but it was somewhere around 3 am and 4 am. We'd move from the couch downstairs to the bedroom and I got folded like a pretzel in positions I didn't even know existed and also I discovered how flexible I was. I smiled at the marks I left all over Adrian from my fingernails and teeth. Images of what we did last night replayed in my head and I felt the tingling between my legs.

Oh my God, what was I turning into?

Adrian stirred, his eyes opened and he stared at me with a smile. God, I love him.

"Thanks for branding me," he said touching the bite mark on his chest. We were both still naked under the covers, the bed was a mess. Adrian pulled me closer to his chest, he kissed my neck and held me in a warm embrace.

"How are you feeling?"

"Horny," I replied ignoring the soreness between my legs. I couldn't even walk to the bathroom last night without Adrian's help.

"Now you got me hard," he groaned pressing his erection to my backside.

I climbed on his thigh and straddled him, his eyes flickered from my face to my breasts and between my legs. I felt him twitch beneath me.

"Come sit on my face," Adrian said casually, you would think after last night I would be used to it but it still shocked me when he talks like that.

I was about to move when the door burst open.

"Oh shit!" the intruder cursed and turned away, I got off Adrian and pulled the sheets to my chin.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked staring at the tall form that stood at the doorway backing away from us.

"What the fuck, Andrew!" Adrian groaned beside me.