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Author: Clefairy
last update Last Updated: 2022-05-14 18:03:34

"DAMN, you tasted so good."

Adam claimed my lips in a savage kiss the moment we entered his apartment. 

He pushed me to the wall and attacked my lips. He didn't even give me a chance to roam my eyes inside his place. I moaned when I felt his tongue invade every corner of my mouth. 

My hands felt like they had a mind of its own as they went up to his hair. With every move of his lips on mine, my hands were grabbing and pulling his hair more.  God. He was just so fucking good. His lips tasted like my favorite dessert that I couldn't get enough of.

Damn it. I didn't even remember how we managed to get into his apartment. Everything became hazy when we left the tattoo shop. 

All I was sure of was that it was me who asked for this. Who asked him to fuck me tonight. 

"Can I touch it?" Adam asked, his eyes were glued on my collarbone, where my butterfly tattoo was located. I didn't know if it's just me, but his voice sounded sexier in my ears. 

"Okay…" my answer only came out a whisper. 

He went closer to me, until we were inches away from each other. I looked at him and realized he was so tall. 

I was five seven… but he was still taller than me by a few inches. He must be six feet or more. 

I almost gasped when I felt his fingers on my skin. His touch felt warm against my skin. I felt something hot travel through my spine. With every move of his fingers, I felt I was out of breath. 

I looked at his face. Our eyes met. His eyes were hooded and dark. I swallowed. The next thing I knew, I was dragging his shirt to meet his lips. 

Damn. His lips were warm and sweet. He tasted fresh mint and beer. My hands made their way to his soft hair as I continued to suck his lips. Fuck. I felt like an animal deprived of water. 

"Fuck…" I heard him say between our kisses. "You said you never had a boyfriend before." 

"Hmm." I only managed to groan. I no longer care if we're still inside the tattoo shop. 

"But you're already good, baby." His lips went down to my ears. I let out a delicious groan when he gently bit my earlobe. 

"I guess, instinct." 

I heard his delicious laugh. Damn. Even his voice sent shivers down my spine. 

"Help me," I managed to murmur between groans when I felt his teeth graze my neck. 

"With what?" He breathed on the hollow of my neck. 

"Help me…tick off another thing from my bucket... list."

He stopped whatever he's doing and looked at me. His eyes were dark as hell, his lips red and sexy. 

"What is it?" 

I met his eyes. "Fuck me. I want to have sex tonight."

"Are you sure?" 

"Claire…" He whispered while I felt his tongue on my neck. God… I felt like burning. Even the sound of his voice was turning sexier and sexier in my ears. 

Then I heard it, the ripping of my blouse. I managed to open my eyes and found out that I was topless. My poor white blouse was now scattered on the floor. God. How did he manage to do that? 

"I'm sorry. I'll just replace them tomorrow," he said in a husky voice. 

Before I could answer, his mouth already went to shower kisses on my exposed chest. 

I felt his hand traveled on my back, and in an instant, he managed to unhook my bra. 

"Oh, God." I moaned when I felt his hot mouth sucked my nipple. His mouth was suckling on my right breast while his other hand was playing with the other. I didn't know where else I would turn my head with what he's doing to me. I was getting insane with his touch. 

I cursed loudly when his finger pinched my nipple. 

"You're so good." I whispered, almost breathless. 

"What did you say?" he asked me in a ragged voice. My fingers almost dug on the skin of his shoulders when his tongue traveled down to my chest. 

"I said you're sooo fucking good." I whimpered. "Please don't stop." I held on to his shoulders. God. He has the muscles in all the right places. It was a good thing that I always kept my nails short because if not, I was sure as hell his skin would bleed with the way my fingers dig on them. 

His hand left my other breast then I felt it move down my legs. I didn't know how he managed to get rid of my skirt. I just realized I was now only wearing my panties. This guy worked fast, surely. 

A delicious rush traveled my skin when I felt his finger enter my panties. Fuck. 

"Come on. Open up your legs, baby." He whispered as he continued to shower kisses on my neck. 

Like an obedient student, I followed his words. I parted my legs for him. 

I felt like being electrified when I felt his fingers playing with me. 

"Damn. You're so wet." He whispered as his lips travelled to my ears. He sucked my earlobe. "Wider, baby. Please." 

I opened my legs wider for him. My knees were getting weaker from his touch. I was melting with everything he was doing to me. 

I closed my eyes. I whimpered when he played with my clit. I felt like something was going to explode inside me. 

"You want this, baby?" he teased me as his fingers played with my wetness. 

"Please," I could hear myself begging. My voice was desperate. I couldn't even recognize my own voice. I wasn't on my own mind anymore. I was getting insane. 

My hands moved down to his ripped body. My hand entered his shirt and felt his hot and hard body against my palm. 

Why was he still fully clothed while I was almost naked in front of him? I didn't know. 

"Oh, God." I opened my eyes wide when I felt a finger slowly enter me. "Is sex really this good?" I managed to ask him. 

His red lips tugged in a smirk. "What we're doing is just foreplay. Were still not on the sex part yet." Then he claimed my lips once more as I felt his finger inside me. I sucked on his lips and played my tongue inside his mouth just like what he did to me earlier. 

I heard him groan. "You're an easy learner, baby." 

I let go of his mouth. Then I looked at him and met his eyes. They were dark… and burning hot with desire. With the faint light surrounding us, I could see how perfect his face was. He possessed the sexiest face I've seen in a man. 

I grabbed his face and claimed his lips again. God. I didn't know I had this in me. I didn't know I could be like this. 

I let out a loud gasp when I felt his fingers move inside me. 

"Please…" I said in between our kisses. "Please what, baby?" 

"Oh." I whispered. God. Everything was so good. I firmly closed my eyes in pure ecstasy.  His finger was expertly moving in and out of me and all I could do was to groan and whimper under him. 

"What are you saying earlier, baby?" 

"Please fuck me…" Fuck. This wasn't me anymore. Or maybe this was the real me. Damn. I didn't know anymore. 

All I knew right now was that I wanted more. I wanted more of this. I wanted more of whatever Adam's doing to me. 

I opened my eyes and met his dark orbs. "Please, fuck me."

He let out a delicious chuckle. "Why, I'm already fucking you."

"No…" I said in labored breath. "I want you. Inside me."

"Damn. You're a little demanding, aren't you?" 

"Please. I want more," I whimpered.

My hands traveled to his pants. I felt his bulging cock and excitement travelled my whole body. 

"Shh. Let's take this slow." His hand caught mine and raised against the wall. 

"Why?" 

He looked at me. "Because you hadn't sex in years…" He claimed my lips in another kiss. "And I don't want to hurt you."

I swallowed. "Why? Is that…big?"

He smirked. Then he placed my hand on the big bulge on his pants. I swallowed. Fuck. I guessed… he was right. We need to take this slow. 

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