Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

34. Chapter 34

thirty-four

“ A nd you said I’d have to make you,” Adrian growls as he chokes me on his cock, tugging the choker necklace tightly.

My cheeks hollow as I suck him again. He groans and draws back a bit, then slams into my throat again and again. I moan as I grip his ass, trying to pull him deeper into my mouth.

I’m bent backward over the arm of the couch, blowing him upside down. I love how much deeper he can get at this angle. His hand between my legs doesn’t hurt, either. He moans. “You always get soaked when you blow me. It’s like you like having your throat punished.”

I moan again, hoping he can feel it across his body.

He jerks out of my throat and swats my pussy. I whine and squirm, aching for him. He’s already edged me twice with his fingers and once with his mouth. My whole body is on fire. I can’t take any more. I need more of him.

Adrian lifts me up and shoves his thumb into my mouth and guides me forward, slips his thumb free, and kisses me hard and deep. I whimper and try to climb him, but he holds me in place, pinching my nipple hard.

“I’m taking each of your holes tonight, kitten. I’m going to remind you that you’re mine. And you are mine, aren’t you?” he demands.

I grin. “You haven’t filled anything but my mouth, and you didn’t even come, so…” I trail off.

Just like that, Adrian tosses me over his shoulder. He carries me to bed, throws me down, and grabs something out of the dresser. Before I can even get up, he has my hands tied to his bed, and my ankles too. I struggle, trying to move a bit, but the restraints make it impossible.

“I’ve been nice. Let’s see how long it takes for you to break and beg.” His gaze trails over my skin and his fingers follow, brushing over my nipple, tugging a bit before he dips lower, over my belly to move between my legs.

His fingers pinch my clit, and I cry out as he kisses my thighs. Something gentle and something harsh.

“Look at you,” he muses, spreading my pussy open as he gazes at it. “Look how wet you are, all for me.”

He leans closer, flicks his tongue over my clit, and my thighs tremble. I’m so close, so on edge, he only needs to give me one last push.

He flicks again, his eyes staring up at mine, and I can still see that wicked grin on his features.

He’s soft with his teasing, knowing how close I am. He lets my orgasm ebb away before he touches me, luring me to that tip again until I cry in my restraints, as it almost hurts not to come.

I’m so overwhelmed. I’m losing my mind as his other hand wanders over my body to toy with my nipples.

“Please!” I sob.

“Oh, you actually want to come? I figured you were satisfied with sassing me,” he says and swats my pussy. I flinch and pant as he crawls over me, teasing me with his cock against my core, then licking my nipple. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to exhaust me. I want you to let me come,” I beg.

He chuckles. “You can beg better than that. I don’t think you want me badly enough,” he says and grinds against me, the tip of his cock almost slipping inside me.

“Please, Professor. Claim me. Make me yours. I’m aching for you, soaking wet for you. I’ll do anything,” I cry.

He rips my ankles and wrists free. “Roll over and spread your pussy. Let me see every inch of you,” he orders.

I roll onto my knees, then rest my cheek against his bed. I reach back with both hands, spreading my ass and pussy so Adrian can see everything. He moans and drags his finger up and down my pussy.

“All for you. I want you so badly, Adrian. Only you. Just you,” I pant.

He circles my asshole with his damp finger and works it into my ass, in and out, over and over, until I’m shaking and having trouble holding the position. Before I can move or think of something smart to say, Adrian’s inside me, his cock buried in my pussy.

“You’re going to come this time. I’m going to take your pussy and finish inside you. I’ll give you a full five minutes to blow me back hard and keep blowing me until I come down your throat. We’ll have the shortest rest possible, then I’m going to fuck this pretty, tight ass until you’re screaming for me, aching for me, each of your holes filled with my cum,” he snarls darkly.

I shudder, turn to look at him, and then he slams into me again. He fucks me brutally, ruthlessly, impatiently. It takes an embarrassingly short time to burst and scream through my release. He orgasms just a few seconds later, filling me and groaning, grunting, slumping on top of me. He kisses my neck.

“You’re going to have a very long night. We might not get to Sherlock ,” he murmurs in my ear as he slowly eases out.

“He’ll wait for us,” I murmur.

Adrian lies down in front of me and grabs my collar, dragging me forward until I’m staring at his cock, shiny with my wetness and his cum. “Yes, he will, but I’m impatient. So get to work, Kitten.”

I lick my lips and take him in my mouth. I bob slowly until he starts getting hard. Every time I move, I feel more of his cum seep out of my pussy and down my thigh. I’m a mess and happy to be one. His dick stiffens, and he tugs me further down by my collar.

“I’m not going to finish entirely in your mouth, either,” he snarls. “I’m going to coat that pretty face too. I’ll spend the weekend marking you as mine. Bite marks, hickeys, cum, whatever it takes, I’m going to make sure that the ‘girlfriend’ label sticks.”

My body heats and his hips thrust up, choking me as the collar tightens even more. He holds my head in place, and when he starts to come, he jerks out.

“Stick out your tongue and open your mouth,” Adrian grits while holding his cock.

I obey without question, opening wide as I pant for air. He comes after one full stroke, painting across my face, in my mouth, along my cheek. I welcome his warm release to roll down my cheeks and swallow what I can get. I lick my lips, try cleaning myself with my tongue, then clean my face with my fingers, sucking them clean.

He rubs his cum into my skin with his hand, then kisses the top of my head. “That’s a good girl.”

“I like being your good girl,” I say in a hoarse, weak voice.

“I know you do,” he croons. “Which is why you’re going to let me fuck your ass while I finger you.”

I breathe a trembling breath and turn, resting my face against the sheet. I lift my ass. “Think you can get it up again?”

He makes a low, feral sound, reaches into the drawer where he keeps his toys, and shows me an anal plug. “Sounds like my Kitten just can’t wait.”

“Wait, Adrian—”

He spanks me hard, drawing a mewling sound from my throat. He spits on my ass, then rubs the toy over my pussy. “Don’t pretend you don’t want this in your ass. You’re still dripping for me. I might have to fuck your pussy again and refill you with cum.”

I moan, my hips bucking against the toy.

Adrian doesn’t hold back. He teases me with the toy, giving me the tip, then fingers my pussy, then puts half the toy in, then stops and fingers me again, over and over until he’s fully fucking me with the thick toy and his fingers.

I whine and whimper, already close to the edge. Just when I’m about to come, Adrian tosses the anal plug to the bed and thrusts into my ass. I let out a scream of pleasure-pain as he sinks his fingers into me too. I know I’m not going to last long, just like I know that Adrian will. He’s already finished twice, and each time takes longer than the last.

“What did you say when your sister left?” he demands.

“I like you more!” I yell.

“Do you still like me more, huh?” he snarls.

“Yes! Yes!” I shout.

He buries himself all the way in my ass, grinding against me so my eyes flutter. “And who owns your ass, Kitten?”

“You! You! My ass is yours. My pussy is yours! My mouth, everything!” I yell.

Adrian fucks my ass hard and thoroughly. He doesn’t ease up even when I come. When I’m on the edge for my second orgasm, Adrian spanks me hard. “The next time you come, I’m filling your ass.”

“Yes, please! Please, Professor. I need it. I need you,” I moan.

“Such. A. Good. Girl.” Each word is punctuated with a hard thrust until I burst and take him with me.

I’m so lost to ecstasy and the haze of pleasure that I only realize we’re done when I feel hot water rolling over my body. My eyes flutter open, and I find Adrian there, smiling at me with something warm and soft in his eyes. He strokes my face gently and kisses me. It’s too soft, too tender, too… loving. His hands stroke over my body, caressing every bit of me as the scent of his shower gel tickles my nose.

My heart stutters in my chest, and I grip him tighter, trying to make this easy to digest, but would loving Adrian be the worst thing?