Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

13. Chapter 13

thirteen

Adrian

M y fingers wind in Emily’s hair, tugging her back slightly. She can’t resist being loud, but I love it, love getting to punish her, love getting to make her mine again and again, whether it’s by punishing her or fucking her.

My cock pulses inside her tight pussy as she writhes under me.

“Sir, please. Please, I’m so close! I’m so…” She whimpers.

My chest rubs against her back as I fold myself over her. My breath fans over her ear before I lick along the lobe. I speak in a low growl. “You don’t get to decide when you come, Kitten. I do.”

I cup her breast in one hand, tweak her nipple, and savor her muffled moan as she tries to be quiet. I use my other hand to stroke down her belly to rub her clit. She bites the bedsheet as she grinds against me desperately. She’s trying so hard to get what she wants. I know she’s close to coming. I kiss her neck and see she’s squeezing her damp eyes closed, trying desperately to control herself, to keep from coming without permission.

She’s finally submitting.

“Just like that, Kitten. Let go. I’ve got you. Take me like you need,” I whisper.

With my permission, she rolls her hips back against me, meeting each thrust I give her. She whimpers when I thrust hard, whines when I slam into her, but I never stop pinching her nipple and rubbing her clit. She’s so close, I can feel her pussy tightening around me every time I give her every inch of my cock.

I increase the pressure of my fingers, and she shakes as she fucks me desperately. She comes faster than I thought she would, wailing into the sheets as she gasps, her legs shaking. But I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

She feels so fucking good, and three weeks without her just like this are two and a half weeks too long. After a few more thrusts, I groan. “So fucking tight.”

I take a breath and haul her up, grabbing her knees. I guide her back and set her knees on the footboard. She’s wide open for me now. I press the head of my cock to her entrance and watch as I fill her with one sure thrust.

A groan echoes between us, and I don’t know if it’s her or me. I don’t care. I need more of her. I grip her hips so I can fuck her the way we both crave.

“Fuck, Sir, I just… I can’t…” she whimpers.

“Let go. Enjoy it, Kitten.”

She deserves this. She’s earned every ounce of pleasure I can give her, and when she gives in, it’s so fucking sweet that I can’t calm down. I want to edge her, I want to keep making her earn me, to prove she wants me, but I want to spoil her more.

So, I let her come again, savor every whimpering moan, savor her complete submission. She’s giving herself to me, totally and completely, giving me the gift of her .

“You’re what I need,” I mumble against her back just before I pull out of her, my cock soaked with her juices.

“Taste yourself on me. Lick it all up. Clean up the mess you made on my cock,” I order.

Emily turns around even if she’s clumsy about it. She looks tired, but I know she doesn’t want to back down. She likes orders. I stroke through her hair and nod when she gets down on her elbows to comfortably take me in her mouth.

But her eyes flick up to me, and I know she’s going to be bad. She can’t resist it, just like I can’t resist punishing her. She keeps giving me reasons to, and I’ll happily take it, so the reward is even better when she behaves.

She teases the head of my cock with her tongue, tasting my pre-cum and her own pussy. Her eyes hold mine, and I grit my teeth. I want her, and I swear she can read that thought in my face because she wraps her lips around me and takes me deep.

Her cheeks hollow as she picks up her pace, steadily going faster as she sucks harder over and over until I’m fucking dizzy. She licks the underside of my cock and I grip the back of her neck as I let myself enjoy it. I smile down at Emily, silently asking if she’s ready.

Then I force her to take me deep. She gags around my cock, her throat spasming, and it feels so damn good. So, I do it again, and again. The wet sounds leaving her throat, how she desperately tries to suck me while I fuck her mouth, are a symphony.

It takes me a short time to finish down her throat, my body tensing as I growl out her name and make sure she tastes me across her tongue.

She licks over the head of my cock gently, pushing me into a higher level of orgasm. I slump back onto the bed and take her with me, snuggling her against me.

My lips tease hers as she kisses me slowly. I grin and rub my nose over hers. “I like rewarding you.”

She hums, and a soft chuckle leaves me as I watch emotions play across Emily’s features. She rolls out an ankle, and I can tell she wants to clean up. I loosen my grip on her and nod. “It’s okay.”

She crawls out of bed and heads into the bathroom to clean up.

I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. Is she going to run on me again when this weekend is over? Is she planning to leave me the first chance she has? No. She has to feel the connection between us. She must know that I won’t let her family belittle her, that I want to support her, to help her achieve her dreams, even if she doesn’t need me to do it.

Emily is special. She’s dedicated, accomplished, and I know that she’s just going to keep getting better, more successful, more powerful. Because she’s a goddess. I hear her turn on the shower and stretch across the bed. We’re moving fast, I know that, but it’s because this is right for us. It’s what we deserve, what works for us.

That’s all that matters.

I roll off the bed and walk into the bathroom. My gaze catches her nibbling her bottom lip, staring at the soap without seeing it.

“Overthinking already, Emily?” I ask as I step into the shower and slide my hands over her hips. I kiss across the back of her neck. “For someone so smart, you think in circles a lot.”

“Your fault,” she grumbles.

“I got you, Kitten,” I promise, my lips trailing over her jaw as I use my hands to clean the mess I made.

Gliding over every part of her body, trying to memorize every curve, every dip as fear settles in, fear of losing her, fear of waking up alone again. But only time will tell.

I turn off the shower and grab one of the fluffy hotel towels and dry her, wrap her in it. I take care of her like she deserves, carrying her to the bedroom and laying her under the covers. She squirms slightly, and I smile.

I take care of myself once I know she’s set in bed, shaking my head as I think of her.

I crawl back into the shower and turn it on again. A phone rings from the bedroom, but I take my time. Emily can have some privacy, some private conversations, and I don’t want her trying to walk if her legs are still weak.

After turning off the shower, I dry myself off, then head to the bedroom, pausing in the doorway to see if she’s done with her conversation. I adjust the towel around my hips so it’s not going to fall.

“Just a little yelling,” Emily says. “But I am exhausted. I’m going to get some sleep. I’ll text you later.”

I arch an eyebrow at her, questioning her conversation, but she looks me over slowly, drinking me in, and mumbles, “Yeah… talk to you tomorrow.”

I let my gaze flick to her phone. “Secret boyfriend you were going to bring instead of me?”

She laughs. “No, my roommate who was very serious about my un- inviting you. Not talking to you, putting space between us, not doing exactly what we just did,” she answers clearly.

I climb on the bed, holding myself over her as water rolls over my skin. Emily leans forward and licks one bead of water off my arm. I kiss her neck in return, then try to remember that we’re having a conversation. “We’ve done a whole lot tonight. Exactly what weren’t you supposed to do?”

“Anything involving you,” she murmurs. “Does that make me naughty or does it mean I’ve behaved?”

I rub her hip. “Considering you have enough energy to sass me, clearly, you haven’t behaved for long enough.”

“Guess you’ll have to do more,” she teases, leaning up to run her nose over mine.