Tempt Me
Page 14“What was his name?”
“Adam,” she said. “His name was Adam Taylor.”
He went still, his hand resting on her sensitized ass cheek. Wanting him to continue, she whimpered.
Adam’s eyes widened and he shook his head in astonishment. “I’m the only one?”
Tears flooded her eyes and she nodded. Damn it. She was an emotional wreck again. “Please, Adam, don’t make me cry. I need you to f**k me and spank me at the same time.”
He moved so fast, she stumbled. In an instant she found herself bent forward over the back of a sofa with her panties around her knees and a big stiff c**k seeking entrance into her swollen pu**y. He surged forward, filling her in one deep, hard thrust. “I always have the best intentions to please you with slow, tender lovemaking and end up driving my c**k into you like an animal.” His c**k buried deep, he slapped her ass and she cried out, squirming against him. “Why is that, Madison? Why do you tempt me into taking you so rough?”
“I like it.” She groaned, her face pressed against a sofa cushion. “I like you to f**k me, Adam. No one else has ever f**ked me hard. Spanked me. Pulled my hair. Pounded me in the ass. I love it. All of it. Don't make me beg.”
He slapped her ass again, and she whimpered. “Maybe I like to hear you beg, babe. Maybe that's why I hesitate and tell myself I should treat you gently. Because I know if I take it slow, you’ll beg to be f**ked.”
She rocked her hips against him, impatient for the deep, hard thrusts she craved. Why was he holding still?
“Adam,” she whispered desperately. “Please.”
“Please what?”
He rubbed her ass, which was stinging yet craving another swat. “Your ass is really red,” he said. “Did I spank you too hard?”
Was he intentionally trying to drive her insane? “No, I like it. I want you to spank me hard. And I want you to f**k me even harder.” She wriggled her hips, hoping he'd take the hint.
Finally, he began to thrust. Deep and forcefully, just as she wanted it. When his hand slapped her ass again, she cried out, her pu**y clenching his cock.
“Damn, that feels good,” he said. He spanked her yet untouched ass cheek and she clenched again, the stinging pain causing her muscles to contract automatically. Within a few thrusts and swats, she peaked and was screaming her release into the sofa cushion.
“God, I wish I had some lube with me. I want to punish your ass so bad right now.”
He rubbed her puckered hole with his finger, and she moaned. She didn't think she could want more after the amazing orgasm she'd just experienced, but her ass suddenly felt hopelessly empty. She squirmed, trying to get his finger to dip inside her. She whimpered. “Please. Take my ass.”
He pulled out. She was lightheaded from standing bent in half for so long, so it took her a moment to realize the soft, warm, wet thing rubbing against her aching ass**le was his tongue. He'd never licked her there before. Her legs began to tremble as pleasure raged through her core. The naughty, dirtiness of his actions fueled her excitement into an inferno of lust.
“Adam,” she called breathlessly. “Oh God, that is the hottest thing ever.”
His tongue dipped inside her and her knees gave out. She clung to the back of the sofa so she didn’t sink to the floor. He kissed a trail up the crack of her ass and lower back as he rose again. She heard him open a condom and her pu**y clenched. He only wore condoms when he f**ked her ass. Oh yes, she couldn't wait.
“Hurry,” she pleaded.
“Not wet enough,” he said. “Even with the lubricated condom.”
She didn't care. She pushed back against him, taking him inside a few inches. She loved that full, hot feeling that made heat prickle her skin as he slipped into her receptive ass. Even the soles of her feet tingled in awareness of his invasion.
“It's good enough,” she insisted. “Go deep.”
His fingers slipped inside her pu**y, collecting her cum and rubbing it over the connection between their bodies. His c**k slid an inch deeper.
“Are you sure?”
He was always so worried that he was going to hurt her. That she was fragile. That she'd break. She supposed she should be grateful that he was so careful, but she didn't need him to be. If she wanted him to stop, she'd tell him. Maybe that's why he held back. Maybe he didn't think she was capable of telling him no, because she never did. Not because she couldn't or because she was afraid to. She never wanted to.
“I'll tell you if I need you to stop,” she said breathlessly.
“Promise?”
She nodded.
He didn't take her as deep as she liked it, but his shallow rapid thrusts tugged at her ass just right and she was soon writhing against the back of the sofa in ecstasy. With each thrust, he inched deeper. Deeper. Yes! Deeper, Adam. She wasn’t sure if she was thinking the demand or chanting it aloud.
“God, Madison.” Adam groaned. One of his hands threaded through her hair and tugged her upright, the other moved to her breast, kneading her sensitized flesh, plucking at her tender nipple until it ached almost as much as her empty pu**y.
She didn’t know why this turned her on so much—to be filled from behind. Her vagina rippling with spasms of unfulfilled need. Her ass protesting the invasion.
Adam’s hot breath came in jerky gasps against her shoulder. He was getting close. His hand moved from her breast to between her thighs. The heel of his hand ground into her clit; his strong, calloused fingers slid through her center, dipping sporadically into her wet opening.
“Fly with me, babe,” he said brokenly, giving her hair a demanding tug. “Fly.”
She let go, straining against his hand and his c**k as she took her release. The pleasure was so exquisite that tears streamed from her eyes. “Adam,” she whispered as his body jerked behind her.
He gasped brokenly and cried out an indistinguishable mantra of curses and disjointed syllables.
How could she have ever thought she’d be able walk away from him? He left her incapable of walking. Figuratively and, after that wonderfully rough f**k in the ass, literally.