I moaned around his cock.
“I’m gonna…”
Christian fucked my mouth while I held on for dear life, enjoying the ride from below.
He jerked and pulsed in my mouth, and I swallowed every last bit.
When the moment passes, and Christian drops my hair. He pulled me up onto his lap with my legs on either side of him and locked the moment with a searing kiss.
Positioning us so that his cock aligned with me, one deep look and he pushed inside. Both of us groaned at the same time, our lips brushing against each other.
It was too deep this way.
I grabbed his shoulders. “I can’t—it’s too much.”
Christian pecked my lips. “You can and you will,” he forced me down and my head fell on his shoulder.
He felt incredible.
The initial pinch lingered in the back, but I relished in the friction. My walls tightened around him while I bounced up and down on his cock.
Christian wrapped his mouth around my juddering tits—biting and leaving marks on them.
“Just like that, baby.” He grunted when I rolled my hips, fingers biting into my skin. “You ride my cock so well.”
He leaned back against the chair, while I leaned back with my hand on his knees and lost myself into this dance. He watched me like the powerful man he was. One hand branding my hip, the other behind his head as I used him like my personal orgasm maker.
“Fuck,” he rubbed up and down the side of me. “Look at you, perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect cunt.”
Christian lifted his hips and hit a spot so deep inside of me that without any warning I came apart.
He held onto me for dear life while he squirted and jerked himself into me.
I pressed a kiss to his forehead before slumping down onto his chest. “Best sex ever.”
Then both of us started laughing.
FORTY-THREE
CHRISTIAN
“When did you start crocheting?”She asked just as I put a cup of the sweetest fucking coffee in front of her.
She looked at me like I hung the fucking moon and grabbed my arm like all she wanted was to be there for the rest of our lives.
After our morning sex, we took a shower together and I fucked her from behind. The sounds she fucking made when she came. Whiney and full and all because ofme. Fuck, I was ready to go again.
Moonshine wasn’t open until another hour and Adelaide wanted to spend time with me here. Didn’t fucking get why when I could have taken her to the best breakfast place in New York.
Except when she stared at me in that entirely unique way of hers, I loved that we didn’t go anywhere else.
“I was walking to work one day when I saw a sign for a crochet group in front of a small shop.” I sat next to her witha glass of iced black coffee. “Thought it would be fun to try out.”
“A little birdy told me you always talk about me.”
Fucking Hana.“You’re the only subject worth speaking about.”
Adelaide blushed, pressing a palm to her heated cheek. “You’re such a romantic.”
