Haunting-Adeline

Releasing her face, my hand dri s to the front of her dress, tugging
down harshly. The fabric holds ght beneath her ts, forcing them to swell.
Groaning, I cup a full breast in my palm, squeezing ghtly before kneading
the sharpened point of her nipple between my fingers.
I resume my ministra ons with the hand between her thighs, keeping
my thrusts slow and languid. Drawing out her pleasure and wringing more
delicious moans from her mouth. Her eyes droop into a half-lidded state,
but they don’t stray from the screen.
Loud, wet noises war with the sound from the movie as my fingers dip in
and out. She’s so fucking wet. She’s crea ng a pool on my slacks and the
seat beneath us.
I trade between bi ng and licking at her neck and whispering words of
appraisal in her ear. This me, I want her orgasm to build at a slower, more
painful pace. It’ll gradually creep up while feeling so far out of reach.
“This sweet li le pussy is so fucking needy for my fingers, isn’t it? Do you
feel how ghtly you’re gripping me? I have to fight just to withdraw my
fingers so I can fuck you with them.”
A sinister vibe emanates from the screen, and Addie’s pulse seems to
become even more erra c.
“Zade, please,” she begs, her nails bi ng into my arms. My sleeves
alleviate the s ng, but the pressure increases un l I fear she’s going to start
breaking her red painted nails.
My free hand grips her throat and squeezes firmly un l her face pinkens,
and her breath grows short. Staccato moans bursts from her lips as I
increase my pace and firmly rub her clit with my thumb.
“Oh, God—” she sucks in a sharp breath.
“That’s right, I am your God.”
“Zade!” she screams a moment before her pussy clenches onto my
fingers so ghtly, I can hardly move them any longer.
Her back arches and her head kicks back, past the point of caring about
my demands and the movie. A sob wracks her throat as I con nue
thrus ng, riding out her orgasm un l her en re body is convulsing and
she’s desperately trying to pull my hand away.
“Oh my god, oh my god, Zade, stop,” she chants, her juices flooding so
heavily from her core that I feel them spilling past my hand.