I draw my finger away and replace it with my cock, positioning the head at the entrance of her wet pussy. I look down to meet her eyes and I am overwhelmed by love, lust, and adoration, all wrapped in one.
“Take me Adam, please,” she breathes.
I lean down and take her lips in mine, swallowing her whimpered moan as I carefully slide my cock into her. Her thighs tremble and her body draws taut with anticipation of being filled for the first time.
“Relax for me baby,” I whisper, dragging my lips over hers wetly, sliding inch after inch into her tight hole. It’s all I can do to keep myself from coming on the spot.
“Adam—oh. It’s so big,” she whimpers into my arms as I stretch her further. “I don’t know if you’ll fit.”
“It will sweetheart, trust me, okay?” I don’t miss the irony of my words. I have done nothing but test the limits of her ability to trust me, and yet, it’s what I crave the most from her.
“I trust you.”
That’s all the permission I need to bury myself in her completely.
“Shit, baby. You’re so fucking tight.”
Impossibly tight. Every bit of me is pulsing and it takes everything not to lose it.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I whisper leaning down to kiss Yuri’s sweat coated forehead. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”
“It doesn’t hurt. I feel so full,” she whimpers. When I push back to look at her, it’s to find her eyes glazed with need. “I want more. Please give me more.”
I bring our lips together, kissing her fervently as my hips begin to pump into her tight hole. Yuri cries out against my lips, her nails scraping down my back, no doubt leaving scratches behind, but I can’t bring myself to care. It feels too fucking good to be inside her for anything else to register.
Nothing matters but bringing her pleasure and showing her just how much she means to me. That no one holds a place above her in my life.
“Only you,” I growl, working my cock furiously into her. The desk creaks underneath us, but it holds, even as I pick up my speed. “I’ll only ever love you, Yuri.”
“Adam,” she pants, spreading her knees further and allowing me to angle my cock and hit her sweet spot. Her eyes spring open when I grip her throat in my hand, but I read only trust in them. “Oh my god, yes.”
“I’m so close, baby,” I breathe as I stare deep into her dark eyes, working my hips furiously. I drive into her faster and harder, each thrust becoming almost aggressive.
Suddenly, Yuri wordlessly screams, her thighs trembling and back arching as she comes. Her tight pussy contracts, pulsing against my shaft and pushing me to the edge. I come with a loud growl, burying my cock into her clenching pussy. It’s so hard I see stars. It’s like nothing I have ever experienced.
“I love you, baby,” I gasp, thrusting one last time into her drenched pussy, pushing my seed deeper and making her mine. Marking her mine. And then I collapse over her, just barely holding myself up to keep from crushing her with my weight.
“Adam, that was …” Yuri blows a raspberry as words fail her.
“I know,” I whisper, planting a kiss on her forehead before standing to clean up.
Chapter Seven
Yuri
I love you.
The words swim in my head as I drive home. I probably should have tried to go to work, but … I need space. I even asked Adam to stay out and about for a while, just to give me some time to process.
I should be angry that he started stalking me the second he got out of prison. Hell, I should be downright horrified and scared … But the fact that I am not feeling either of those things scares me more than anything. This is not a normal reaction to finding out someone has been in your home, jerking off to your lingerie.
It should feel fucked up. Instead, it’s a fucking turn-on.
The thought of Adam in my home, doing things while I was at work, shouldn’t send an enticing tingle down my spine, but it does. It’s for that very reason that I need space from the man.
When I look into my rearview mirror to see if he’s following me, he isn’t there. Why am I disappointed? I should be glad. I asked for space and he’s giving it to me, so why the fuck am I disappointed that he listened to me?
“Snap out of it, Yuri,” I scold myself as I park in my driveway. The street feels weirdly quiet, but I’m used to coming home from work when everyone else on the street is already in for the night.