hard, Adam. I can’t stand it anymore.”
“You know I love it when you get so worked up you forget to be proper.”
“Please. I need to be fucked.” She fisted a hand in his thick jet-black hair. “Now.”
“I can’t take you hard when we’re like this,” he said, his hips moving oh so slowly as he forced his cock and his finger deeper.
“Then how? I need it. Please.”
He pulled out, and she sucked in a sob of torment. “I’ll have to turn you around to fuck you hard when we’re in such a small space.”
She didn’t resist when he forced her to face the wall. She opened her legs eagerly, delighted when he didn’t waste any time and claimed her pussy with a hard, deep thrust. His long, calloused fingers—guitarist fingers—dug into her hips as he pounded into her, rubbing that itch deep inside that was never satisfied with gentle lovemaking. She needed to feel him. Hard. Deep. Until it almost hurt, but not quite. Only Adam knew how to give her exactly what she needed. His thumbs massaged her always eager back entrance until she thought she might die if he didn’t fuck her ass next. He knew how much she liked being taken in her forbidden place. He always did right by her there as well.
He didn’t give her the extra she wanted, though. His fingers shifted to her clit, rubbing her most sensitive spot rapidly until she came with a cry of release. He then shuddered behind her as he let go, grabbing her tits to pull her upright and tight against him as he spent himself inside her with several gasping jerks. He massaged her breasts as he slowly thrust into her for several moments after he finished.
“You wanted more, didn’t you?” he asked, watching her in the mirror.
“That was perfect,” she said.
“You didn’t want me to fuck your ass?” He kissed her ear, grinning knowingly. “The only thing greedier for cock than your pussy is your tight little hole.”
He slapped her flank, and her ass tightened with need. Yes, she wanted him inside her there. Even now.
“Well,” she said, her cheeks pink. “Maybe a little. You know I love it.”
“I have set up a little something for you to enjoy at the sex club tomorrow night. But until then, no anal.”
She didn’t know whether to be excited about the upcoming experience at the club or disappointed that she had to wait for butt sex.
“None?” she asked. “Not even a finger? A plug? Nothing?”
He laughed, obviously finding her desperation amusing. “Not until tomorrow night.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that it’s not nice to tease?” she asked, reaching between her legs to rake her fingernails over his balls and then caress him where his body was still joined with hers.
He tensed and released a huff of breath against her neck.
“I don’t think you’ll feel that way after tomorrow night,” he said, churning his hips to burrow deeper. He was slowly growing soft inside her, but seemed content to stay buried within. “You’re in for a surprise.”
“Another one?” she asked.
The devious grin she caught in the mirror made her belly quiver.
“The best one.”
God, she couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for her.
When Madison and Adam exited the dressing room moments later, the clerk produced a slow clap, shaking her head at them as if she’d caught a pair of naughty children playing doctor in her closet. Madison buried her face in Adam’s upper arm, her cheeks so hot that his leather felt icy against them.
“You do turn good girls bad, Adam Taylor,” the woman commented with a throaty chuckle. “I should have never doubted your skill.”
Adam wrapped an arm around Madison’s lower back. “She’s just a little bad, Phaedra,” he said. “She’s been working hard at turning me good.”
Phaedra laughed hysterically. “She definitely has her work cut out for her there,” she said. “Personally, I don’t think she stands a chance. You’re better off finding someone who likes you for who you are, not