Page 31 of Emily: Hello Kitten
“Tell me how good it feels.”
“I want to touch you,” I whine.
“Naughty kittens don’t make demands,” he says, gripping my throat harder.
I feel his palm around my neck every time I breathe, and he pulls me back a bit. “Obey me. Tell me how much you love having me inside you.”
My throat tightens as I give in. “You feel so good, Sir,” I say. “So good. Please don’t stop!”
He thrusts harder, holds me down, and groans. “Take it, give up control. I got you.”
“Adrian!” I yell.
He groans with me and increases the pace. He moves ferally, like we haven’t done this in years and he’s been waiting to get his hands on me. Like he can’t wait another second to come and that’s all he can focus on.
I love every second of it, even if I’m almost afraid of this level of intensity. When I come, he buries himself deeper in me, pushing down on my back as he fucks me even harder. I try to squirm, try to get a better angle, but I can’t move at all.
“Adrian!”
He squeezes my throat, then pauses as he grunts, shallowly thrusting as he finishes inside me. I shudder when he kisses the top of my head, then slides out of me and pushes my legs open.
Adrian tosses his head slightly, moving my legs, then stares at my pussy. “This is definitely better.”
“What do you mean?” I ask softly.
“With my cum leaking out of you—that’s when your pussy looks best,” he decides.
“Ah, so that’s the end goal now?” I tease.
“Maybe it is,” he groans, tugging me closer, using my foot. “You don’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that.” I sit up and stroke over a koi fish on his chest. “This one?”
“I like it,” he dismisses simply. He shakes his head at me. “I came inside you, kitten.”
“It’s fine. I’m on birth control,” I say before leaning in and brushing my lips over his tattoo.
He pushes me back down, but I manage to slip away. He catches me a second later and tosses me on the bed. He holds me down and shakes his head. “You’re on bedrest now. Thatinjurycould be life threatening.”
I laugh. “You’re full of shit.”
“Keep it up, brat. You’ll be so bruised by the wedding, you won’twantto sit. You’ll be up and dancing with me the whole time, teasing the man your mother invited for you while he keeps trying to control himself.”
“You’ll be the one trying to control himself,” I argue. “You get hard just kissing me.”
“I get hard just seeing you fantasizing in class, thinking of all the places your mind could be. What you want me to do to you in a room full of people,” he says darkly.
“Then I’ll just have to start texting you when I get those ideas and watch you hide behind your desk after reading a text.”
As I shower to get ready for the rehearsal dinner, all I can think about is being in my dorm room alone when we get back. We’ll end because we have to, and then I’ll still have to see him in class. See him in the building once class is done. He’ll meet someone else because he’s gorgeous and half ofmyclass wants to date him or fuck him.
Adrian will moon over her and I’ll move on. I’ll graduate, choose some nice guy who is gentle with me—maybe my mom will approve—and I’ll have a safe, warm, boring life. Or maybe I’ll get lucky like my sister and only think of Adrian when I need to get off and the soft stuff just won’t do.
Shaking my head, I turn off the water, get out of the shower, towel off, then search for underwear.
No,I think as I go through my bag a second time.No, no, he didn’t.
“Looking for something, Kitten?”
