Free Adrianna's Undies by Lacey Alexander Page B

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    He looked at her like that for a minute, just enjoying the visual effect, just knowing that having a cock-like object up her ass without any stimulation to her clit would quickly make her crazed with need all over again. Need he would slake. After a while.
    Placing a hand on her shoulder, he pulled her up onto her knees and leaned around to look into her eyes. Ah God, she was beautiful—possibly more beautiful than he’d ever seen her in this moment because that’s when he knew for sure. She wasn’t acting. Playing a part. Pretending. She was really submitting. Never in his life had he seen Adrianna Kline look so compliant, so utterly…tamed.
    “I still want you on your knees,” he told her, “but on the floor now.”
    As she stood, only to then kneel back down on the carpet, Tristan took off his jacket, his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. She watched him, but not directly—just from the corner of her eye. Like a good little slave. He didn’t know if it was humanly possible for his cock to get any rock-harder, but he could have sworn it tightened even more.
    To think, he’d concocted this game because she needed it. Because it was the only way he could have her without her insisting on calling all the shots. What he hadn’t anticipated was how truly turned-on he would be by playing the dominant role. By seeing her truly submit. He’d thought it was a means to an end, the way to curb Adrianna’s controlling nature—but now the game itself was making the blood sizzle through his veins in a way he hadn’t expected.
    Without preamble, he next unzipped his pants and reached in his silk boxers to withdraw his aching cock. It stretched long and hard in front of him, veins bulging, and he liked that Adrianna seemed utterly unable to avert her eyes once it had been revealed.
    “Do you remember how much you used to enjoy this big cock?” he asked, letting a small smile take him.
    She nodded eagerly, her expression gone passionate. “Oh yes .”
    He took a step closer to her, bringing his erection to her current eye level. “Suck it,” he demanded.
    Because it was so long and because she didn’t have her hands to help her, Tristan held the thick shaft down, offering it to her. Opening wide, Adrianna closed her lips around the pink head, the tip glistening with pre-come, then went down on him.
    He groaned as the pleasure shot through him. Fuck, yes. He’d underestimated how amazingly good it would feel. Oh God, the slick slide of her mouth, so wet, so warm, the way she moved up and down on him so hotly, even without the use of her hands, so eager, so fucking thorough.
    “Look at me, Adrianna,” he said, his breath labored. “Look at me while you suck my cock.”
    She’d kept her eyes down, maybe even closed, up to now, but on his command she raised her gaze to his as she worked her mouth.
    “That’s so fucking good, my dirty girl,” he said between his moans and soon could no longer resist moving with her, fucking her sweet mouth.
    Ah God, he’d forgotten how damn skilled she was at this—and apparently she’d only gotten better over time. She took him deep, deeper than most women could—he could feel the back of her throat. Her eyes glazed with lust and she looked beautifully obscene. He put both hands on her head and fucked her mouth harder. He couldn’t help it, and he knew Adrianna could take it. “That’s right, that’s right,” he prodded her. “Suck that big cock. Be my naughty slave girl and suck it hard.”
    He loved the sounds she made as she moved up and down on him—wet sounds, full sounds that made him envision his cock stretching all the way down her throat. And that made him think of her ass. Of the toy he’d placed there, also stretching, reaching deep inside her body. Did she feel it more when she moved on him like this?
    Holding her hair back so he could watch her lips slide over his engorged shaft, he dug his fingertips into her scalp, massaging and pulling her to him,