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by Annette Fields


  “Adam, you don’t have to,” she gasps, barely above a whisper when my mouth falls to her inner thighs.

  “I want to,” I tell her, looking up at her gorgeous, lust-filled face. “I want to feel your orgasm in my mouth and taste all the sweetness from it on my tongue.”

  I could only guess she’d been with losers who refused to go down on women. Didn’t matter. She was mine now.

  Her surprised expression is the last thing I see before I remove my fingers and drag my tongue along her slit. Just as I expect, her body jerks against my face and I smile. Her body wants it, even if she thinks she doesn’t.

  I take my time lapping up her wetness but it just keeps coming. She’s never felt anything this good and I’m about to show her just how good it can be.

  My fingers penetrate her again and she’s even tighter that before. Her whole body is tight, tense and ready to explode. And I’m ready to take her there.

  I seal my lips over her swollen clit and flick my tongue over it mercilessly. She’s thrashing and it’s all I can do just to keep my mouth attached to her. Her hands are in my hair and she’s pulling but it doesn’t hurt. It makes me want to devour her even more.

  “Adam,” she pants. “I’m gonna-,”

  She comes so hard, her pussy practically sucks the rest of my hand inside with how hard it tightened around my fingers. I keep stroking inside her, beckoning more shockwaves of pleasure to roll over her body.

  I don’t stop until she slides down the shower wall on trembling legs, sitting on the floor next to me as she catches her breath.

  We barely have time to share a smile and a quick kiss before someone is pounding at the bathroom door.

  “Hurry up in there, will you! I gotta go!”

  CHAPTER 7

  MIA

  Adam and I look at each other sheepishly in reaction to the pounding at the door, but I’m not embarrassed anymore. I’m too busy feeling so damn good after what he just did to me, how he wracked my body with pleasure so easily.

  “I guess that’s our cue to leave,” he says as he gently pulls me to my feet and delivers another kiss to my mouth.

  “Do you want to continue… somewhere else?” I ask.

  His mouth turns up in a coy smirk but he also looks surprised.

  "Like where?"

  "Have you heard of these things called bedrooms?"

  He laughs. "Your friend wouldn't mind us doing that in her house?"

  "Are you kidding? She's been after me to get laid for a year." I bite my lip after realizing what I said, not intending to give away my long dry spell.

  But Adam just smiles as he shuts off the water. "I'm game if you are, sweetheart."

  He grabs two towels and hands one to me. We dry off in record speed at the increasing urgency of whoever's knocking at the door.

  After another quick kiss that steals my breath away, Adam throws open the bathroom door and struts out proudly.

  "All yours, man."

  I clutch my towel around my torso, refusing to make eye contact with the stunned person standing at the door as I follow Adam down the hall to Jessa's bedroom.

  After closing the door softly behind me, I take a moment to just drink him in.

  The towel around his narrow hips is already threatening to fall and the outline of his thick, rigid cock leaves no mystery. There's not a single tanline on his taut, inked skin, but there are scars.

  Small marks and imperfections decorate his body like badges of honor. They don't take anything away from how insanely hot he is. Rather, they add to it. They make him so much more real and interesting.

  His hands are suddenly on my bare, cold shoulders and I'm looking up into his handsome chiseled face and stormy gray eyes.

  "You're so fucking beautiful, Mia," he murmurs before his mouth finds mine. He doesn't move to take my towel away but pulls me closer, deepening the kiss that is already swallowing me whole.

  In the shower he was slow and gentle, testing my boundaries, giving me every opportunity to say no if I didn't want to. But now his kisses are hungry and demanding. He knows how badly I want him, how much I'm aching to have that thickness stretching and filling inside me.

  He presses me into the door and our towels fall just from the friction we create. We both moan in unison at the sweet feeling of nothing between us, skin to skin.

  Adam breaks a kiss to squat down for a second and suddenly, I'm lifted into the air.

  "Wrap your legs around me," he commands against my lips. I obey, feeling the swollen tip of his cock brush against my sensitive folds and shiver with need.

  He walks us backward slowly toward the bed I was just sleeping in, where I kissed him last night to make us even.

  "Think your friend has condoms somewhere?" he asks with a smirk when we sit on the edge. "I have some in my pants but my clothes are out by the couch."

  "Um, in the nightstand drawer, maybe," I say, grateful one of us is still thinking with their brain.

  We scoot further up the bed to check Jessa's drawers. After a bit of awkward rummaging, I find her condom stash and hope I remind myself to replace however many we use.

  Adam is reclined with his hands behind his head, looking like a Calvin Klein model, only without the underwear. His delicious cock is pointing straight up with a slight curve toward his head. My mouth waters and I have an overwhelming urge to taste it before I roll the condom on.

  He exhales deeply as I run my hands across his powerful thigh muscles, dragging my nails over his coarse leg hair up to that deep V shape in his hips. I plant kisses on his hipbones and rigid lower stomach as my hands grip the base of his cock and cup his heavy balls.

  "You're a naughty little kitten, aren't you," he moans softly as he moves my hair out of the way.

  If only he knew I'm spending so much time teasing down here because I'm too shy to look him in the eyes. What makes him so goddamn sexy also makes him intimidating as hell. I want him so bad but I feel like a clumsy virgin trying to impress a pornstar.

  I keep my eyes trained down as I wrap my lips around his thick, swollen head, slowly coating his shaft with the wetness of my tongue.

  "Ohhh, fuck," he moans and tightens his grip on my hair. I figure I must be doing something right so I keep bobbing my head lower, taking more of him into my mouth but I'm not even halfway down his shaft.

  "Your mouth feels amazing, sweetheart."

  His voice is getting me even hotter and I know I'm still dripping wet for him. I was the moment he stepped into the shower with me.

  He suddenly tugs up on my hair until my lips are just barely around his head again. For a moment I wonder if he's close to coming and wants me to stop.

  "Look at me, sweetheart," he commands, his voice sharp and dominant.

  It's so hot. I want to obey but I feel so shy. I try to play it off as I smile and hide my face behind my other hand.

  But he's having none of it.

  He pulls my hair back until my neck is arched and I'm forced to look him in the eyes. My scalp is tingling with desire and my clit pulses with heat against the mattress.

  "Look at me when you suck my cock," he commands again and I practically melt like putty in his hands. How can words and his steely voice turn me on so damn much?

  He releases my hair but keeps his hand gently caressing my face. I keep my eyes locked on his as I lower my mouth over him again, fighting all my shyness and insecurity to obey him.

  "That's my girl," he praises softly. "Yes, sweetheart, that's so fucking good."

  My inner thighs are slick as the hungry wetness inside me overflows. My head is spinning, my body begging to please as he alternates between commanding me harshly and gently stroking my face.

  "Your mouth is so good but damn I need that pussy of yours," he says, cupping my face gently to remove my lips from his cock.

  I sit up to rip open the condom wrapper with trembling fingers. I can't believe this is really happening. I'm about to... what's even the word for it? Fuck? Bone? Make love? What's
the term for having sex with someone you barely know but will ruin you for all other men?

  "Look at me, Mia," he commands.

  My eyes meet his as I unroll the condom down his length. It's quite snug and may even be too small for him but I unroll it completely and stroke his thick shaft a few times to ensure it's secure.

  His eyes have me captured and he smiles. "That's a good girl. Come here."

  I scoot up his body to straddle his hips and he pulls me down to him to capture my mouth in another possessive kiss.

  "Rub your pussy on me," he orders.

  Bracing my hands on his sculpted pecs, I move my hips back and forth, gliding my wetness along the length of his shaft.

  "Ohh, fuck," he groans and stops my hips almost as soon as I begin. "You feel too fucking good."

  He positions his head at my entrance and I can feel it pulse through the condom. My vulva pulses in response eagerly, dying to feel that hardness run through me.

  "Ride me, beautiful," Adam tells me gruffly. "Use my cock for your pleasure."

  I lower myself slowly, the first few inches already pressing on all sides within me. The intensity and stretching just grows until he's completely sheathed inside me.

  "Oh my God, you're so tight," he tells me breathily, gripping firmly onto my hips to guide me.

  I'm usually self-conscious when on top but the way he looks at me, filled with lust and yearning, plus how insanely good he feels overwhelmed everything else I feel. I don't have to move much to feel how he stretches and fills me.

  His hands travel up the sides of my waist to my breasts as I get into a comfortable rhythm riding him. He pinches and teases at my nipples, turning up the sensitivity throughout my whole body.

  When his hands drift down between us to rub at my clit, I know it won't be long.

  "Adam," I pant as I bounce with increasing speed on his cock, wanting to feel more of him deeper and harder. He stretches me to my limits and I still can't get enough.

  "Yes, baby," he urges, rolling his fingers across my clit. "Let me feel you come."

  The orgasm explodes through me even more intensely than the one in the shower. Pleasure zips throughout my body and all my strength leaves my limbs. I think I pass out for a second because the next thing I know, I'm lying on Adam's chest. His arms are wrapped around me as he continues thrusting upward into me.

  I barely have time to recover from my orgasm before I feel another one building. My heart is racing and I'm drenched in sweat as I try to catch my breath but it's escaping me as the pressure builds.

  "Adam," I gasp clutching him tightly, desperately for a sense of solid ground. I don't know which way is down or up. I sense and perceive nothing but pure pleasure throughout my whole body.

  "Mia," he breathes into my neck and gives sharp, biting kisses to my earlobe and jaw without missing a beat in his thrusts.

  "I'm gonna come again," I rasp.

  "You're about to get me there, baby." His voice rumbles like thunder and I swear that's what pushes me over the edge.

  My pussy grips him in my climax so tightly that with a groan and a final deep thrust, he unleashes come into the condom.

  We hold onto each other tightly as we ride the waves of delicious pleasure before slowly settling back down to earth.

  CHAPTER 8

  ADAM

  Damn.

  That's all I can think as my heart rate and breathing slow down with Mia still wrapped in my arms.

  I loosen my hold on her and we untangle our limbs gently but her head remains on my chest and I can't stop stroking my fingers through her hair.

  "You are somethin' else, sweetheart," I say lazily, letting my Tennessee drawl come out but I don't care.

  "So are you," she replies softly, tracing her fingers along the ink on my chest. "You saved my ass last night and now this? I can't believe this is real."

  "I couldn't believe you were real when I first saw you," I murmur against her forehead. "That's why I had to steal a kiss. To make sure."

  "What if I turned into a frog?" she lifts her head to look at me with a naughty, adorable smile.

  "You'd make a pretty cute frog. No regrets." I chuckle and kiss her forehead.

  We lay in cozy contentment for a little while longer, caressing each other tenderly like we hadn't just met two days before. Like we had some amount of history leading up to this, at least a few dates or something. I don't know why laying here with her feels so comfortable and right but it does.

  I don't want to move and clearly neither does she. But it is her friend's house and bed so we might be overstaying our welcome.

  "Hey," I nudge her gently. "I don't know about you but I'm starving. Tell me there's an awesome breakfast place nearby."

  "There is, actually," she says after a moment of thought. "Linda's Diner on Main Street. They have killer omelets."

  "Sounds great." Slowly I sit up and swing my legs over to the side of the bed. "Do you want to go home and change into fresh clothes first?"

  She remains on the bed and stares at me with an odd expression.

  "You want to get breakfast with me?"

  I can't help but laugh. "'Course I do, sweetheart. Least I can do is buy a lady breakfast after she rides me like that."

  She blushes as she sits up in the bed and it's all I can do to not push her back down and devour that sweet pussy again.

  "I just figured this was all you wanted," she mumbles.

  Now that's different. Women are usually more interested in my wining and dining than the sex. Even if they say they expect only my cock, they're disappointed if they're not treated like a girlfriend the next day.

  But something about Mia makes me want to spend my limited time here with her, whether our clothes were on or off.

  "Hey, sweetheart," I lean over and give her a kiss. "I'll be honest, I'm only in town for a couple weeks. I'm not lookin' to propose or anything but I think we could get along well and have a nice time together. It's up to you, though."

  She seems hesitant. Her eyes flicker down toward the crumpled sheets.

  "Are you married? Or do you have a girlfriend back home?"

  I chuckle. “A little late to ask those questions, isn’t it?”

  She shrugs in response but says nothing.

  I tilt her chin up until she’s looking directly at me with those big doe eyes again.

  “I’m not married,” I tell her. “Nor am I attached to anyone.”

  Her sweet lips turn up in the hint of a smile. “I believe you.”

  “Good.” I kiss her smile. “Breakfast, then?”

  ***

  I throw on last night's clothes since I put them on right before the party and Mia borrows jeans and a T-shirt from Jessa.

  "I really owe her after this," she giggles as we get into my truck. "First clothes, then the bed, then condoms."

  "So it's true women really do share everything," I muse as we we head off to the diner.

  "Well, not everything," she purrs as her hand slides into my lap.

  My cock jumps at attention but I just lace my fingers through hers and smile. "I ain't sharing you either, sweetheart. You're all mine."

  She gives me directions to the diner and we're there in under five minutes.

  It's packed to the brim, clearly a popular place, but we're able to squeeze in to a small table next to the kitchen.

  "I'll have the vegetarian omelet with no cheese please, and with a fruit and yoghurt on the side," Mia says to the waitress.

  I order eggs benedict with a side of breakfast sausage and our waitress is whisked away to leave us alone again.

  "Not a big meat eater?" I ask with a sip of coffee.

  "I'm not a meat eater at all," she corrected, flashing me a daring look. "I haven't eaten the flesh of an animal in five years."

  "And what's the reason for that?" I ask, genuinely curious. I've been stationed all over the world to the point where nothing shocks me anymore. If I were to bring Mia back home to Tennessee however, my family m
embers would react the same as if she said, "praise Satan".

  "I don't want to support the meat industry’s inhumane practices in any way." She takes a tentative sip of her own coffee. "I won't get all preachy. I respect other people's choices but this is one I made for myself."

  I nodded. "That's fair. If I may ask though," I said, leaning forward. "What if the meat industry everywhere raised and killed its animals humanely?"

  "I probably still wouldn't eat it. I've done this for so long now. My body just feels better without consuming other animals."

  "Are you certain you're getting enough protein in your diet?" I ask.

  "Yes, I am." Her eyes flash at me, not backing down from my challenge. "There are lots of plant-based proteins. And I do eat eggs as well."

  I lean back grinning and fold my hands behind my head. "Seems like you know your stuff, girl." I'm genuinely impressed she didn't crumble under my questions. So many of these people clinging to fad diets don't know the first thing about their food sources if you try to dig for facts even a little.

  Her eyes travel along my biceps and I know from the look on her face she wants to be wrapped in them again. If I wasn't starving, I'd drag us out of here and back to my hotel for a second round.

  Regardless I'm pretty sure a second round will happen today.

  "I really enjoy expanding people's minds about food," she continues. "My ultimate goal is to become a vegetarian chef."

  My eyebrows shoot up. "Really?"

  "Yeah," she smiles and glances down shyly. I have a feeling she hasn't told many people about this and it tugs at my heart a little. "If you ate any of the food at the party, that was all me."

  "Are you serious? I must have eaten a whole tray of those spring rolls!"

  "Yeah, those are a crowd favorite," she laughs.

  "Well damn, sweetheart. Now that I know you got talents in the kitchen too, I might have to propose after all."

  I didn’t even want to hide the fact that I was smitten with her. It happened so rarely I wanted to relish in it.

 

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