Page 67 of Hello Kitten
“You know you’ve been naughty too, offering yourself up like this,” he snarls, teasing his fingers over the mark he created, and does it again. Spanking me again and again and again.
The pain is so real, the sound of his palm on my ass strings 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. Ibarelylet 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 backwards until I hit a wall as he takes off his shirt. “Tell me thatthisis 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 spasm, 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.
