Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

30. Chapter 30

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H e breaks. Whatever control he had is gone. He tugs on the necklace, tightens my collar around my throat, and yanks on my pants. “You’re such a naughty Kitten. Tempting me, not letting me finish you in my office when all I wanted to do was eat your pussy, waiting so long to call me today.”

“So naughty,” I agree. “What are you going to do about it, Professor ? Lecture me?”

Fuck, I need this. I need him .

He flips me over, almost dropping me onto the floor, then jerks my pants and underwear down. His hand cuts through the air and spanks on my ass so hard that I yelp. I gasp when his hand leaves my skin and then lift my ass for more.

“You know you’ve been naughty too, offering yourself up like this,” he snarls, teasing his fingers over the mark he created, and he does it again, spanking me again and again and again.

The pain is so real. The sound of his palm on my ass stings in the best way. And still, I want his marks all over me. “I told Sean I was seeing someone.”

“I bet you did,” Adrian hisses before spanking me again, so hard I cry. “When did you tell him that?”

“When he tried to get more than a dance. I barely let him do a body shot,” I pant. “He got to lick my belly button and take a lemon wedge from my mouth, but when he tried to kiss me, I walked away.”

“Just sex, huh?” He spanks me quickly, three in fast succession, and grips my hair so tight my eyes water.

“Adrian!” I scream.

He jerks me up, making me stand with my pants and panties around my knees as we stare at each other. He glowers as I drag my panties back up and peel off my pants and shoes. He stands, and I instinctively take a step back.

“Tell me again that we’re just sex, Emily. Let me hear that’s what you think,” he snarls.

I walk backward until I hit a wall as he takes off his shirt. “Tell me that this is all that matters to you. That all you want from me is my dick thrusting into you.”

“I… I can’t,” I whisper.

“Because it’s not true, is it?” he demands.

I shake my head quickly.

Adrian picks me up, slams me against the wall, and claims my lips, his tongue swirling around mine as I moan into his mouth and wrap my legs around him. I dig my fingers into his hair, biting at his bottom lip, then tossing my head back when he tears himself away to kiss and bite my neck. I claw his back, his pecs, wanting to brand myself on him.

We move through his house, stopping occasionally against a wall so we can keep stripping each other, keep kissing, clawing and biting and something that feels more like war than lust.

He throws me down on his bed, rips my panties off, then spreads my legs. He pushes my thighs up until I whimper. “Please!”

“Hold your gorgeous legs, Kitten,” he orders.

I slide my hands just under his, then dig my nails into my skin to hold myself in place. Adrian grabs my hips to jerk me where he wants me and pats my pussy. “I’m going to show you how you could have spent last night if you would have picked up your phone.”

“Yes, please. Please, Sir.”

He swats my pussy. “It’s Professor.”

“Yes, Professor. Punish me, teach me, everything,” I beg.

Adrian trails bites and kisses along my inner thigh with a growl. “You’re coming over Thursday nights from now on, so I can mark you up before you go out. And you’re never going to another frat party again if you want me to keep eating your pussy.”

I peek down. “House parties?”

“Drink your own fucking drinks, Emily,” he snarls. “If you put it down, it’s gone. If you turn your back on it, it might as well be poison.”

I gulp. “Yes, Professor.”

“We’re going to make sure you understand this lesson. You’re going to repeat exactly what I said until you come,” he snaps.

I do. I obey without question as he eats me out, his tongue flicking over my clit as he teases my entrance with his fingers, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

“I want to hear them,” he grumbles against my skin, and I speak up.

“Drink my own drinks,” I chant as my fingers tighten, my thighs shake.

“If I put it down, it’s go—” I can’t finish my words as my pussy spasms, my core tightens, and I lose myself on this high as my orgasm rakes through me.

His pace slows as I twitch with every stroke of his tongue.

He clears his throat and I finish my sentence. “It’s gone. If I turn my back, it might as well be pois—” he sucks on my sensitive clit as his fingers thrust inside me.

His tongue lowers, replacing his fingers, and my back arches slightly, feeling my orgasm build up quicker than before.

My words come out quick. “Bring my own drinks. If I put it down, it’s gone. If I stop looking… Oh, my God, Adrian!” I scream when I come, digging my nails into my thighs as he thrusts his tongue deep inside me and flicks it. But Adrian doesn’t stop. It’s like he’s convinced he can make me obey if he breaks my brain.

He keeps feasting on me until I come again, then he uses his fingers while kissing up my belly, over my breasts, sucking my nipples, enjoying me until he undoes his pants and climbs on top of me.

“That’s right. Another rule,” he decides, flipping me over and pressing his firm hand between my shoulder blades. “Drink water between every beer you have.”

“But I normally do shots,” I argue.

“Do you want my cock?” he snarls and rubs it over my pussy, teasing me with it over and over until I nearly sob. “Yes! I want your cock, I want you, I want it!”

“Then repeat this promise.”

“Water between beers. Water between beers, please, Professor!”

He slams into me, still holding me down, making me unable to move. I watch his body flex and roll in the mirror across from his bed. I love seeing every bit of his muscle tighten as he fucks me. His face is intense, eyes searing hot, jaw tight as he hisses between his teeth.

“You can be a brat, but you don’t get to be unsafe,” he grits. “Not when you’re so damn important to me. Beer until you’re twenty-one, then we’ll talk.”

I moan, but the hand on my back slides into my hair and he pulls me up and rolls back until I’m riding him reverse cowgirl style. “Say it.”

“I’ll be safe. I will, only beer and water,” I promise.

He collars my throat with his hand and jerks me back to kiss me again, hungrily, deeply. His pace hardens as my pussy tightens around his cock. My mind’s a haze and I can’t even think as he plows on.

He moves me on my back, straddles my chest, then pushes my breasts around his cock. “Lick it until I come.”

He thrusts, his cock coated in my juices as I tilt my head, licking and sucking the tip of his cock as he pushes my tits around his thick length.

He shudders, pulls back, then comes between my breasts, over my neck, over my necklace, and along my chin. We pant together as he moves off me and stares at his ceiling.

As our breathing steadies, he intertwines his fingers with mine and gives them a gentle nudge. A smile spreads as I lean closer and follow as we go to the bathroom for a quick rinse.

There are no words. It isn’t even needed as his hands brush over my wet skin, nor as I do the same, memorizing every pec, every curve.