Chapter 2 2.

POV SARAH

I follow Adam into a beautiful suite, admiring his good taste. He closes the door and starts unbuttoning his shirt, while I just watch, not sure what I should do now.

I can't look away from his defined, tattooed abdomen. My God, he's going to break me in half, look at the size of that arm...

"Look, Sarah, I'm going to explain something to you in case you haven't understood. I'm in charge here and you do it, always. Understand?" he says, leaving me a little startled.

He moves closer to me and makes me look into his eyes.

"Relax, I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to," he reassures me.

I decided not to ask him how he would know what I wanted or didn't want because I knew he wouldn't answer.

"Now take off your coat and shoes," he orders.

I obey, starting with my coat and then taking off my boots. He watches intently as I do this, and when I finish, he just stands there, staring at me, which makes me even more shy.

Finally, Adam comes closer, putting his hand on my waist and pulling me closer to him. As soon as my body collides with his, I feel an electric wave run through my body, sending a shiver through my hair and a sigh escaping my lips.

Adam darkens his gaze on me. He has the devil in his eyes, it's as if he's about to devour me. His hand slides down the side of my body until it reaches my chin, grasping it and pulling me into a slow, provocative kiss.

His hand goes down to my ass and squeezes it hard, while the other rests on my neck. I feel my body burning more and more, as if there were a fire burning in my intimacy, making me squirm with desire for that man.

I slowly move my hand down his chest and abdomen, about to reach his member, when he grabs my hand.

"Only when I tell you to," he whispers in my ear. "Now turn on your back."

I obey, and he pushes my body against the bed, lifting my dress a little. His hand slides down my ass, squeezing it, and then he removes my panties.

I look back, curious to see what he's going to do next. Just then, I feel his finger slip past my entrance, making my body shudder and a mischievous smile breaks out on his face as he realizes how wet I am.

He notices me staring and gives me a serious look, telling me to stop looking. I quickly turn my face forward.

His finger enters and begins to play with me in a slow, torturous rhythm. I can't help moaning when he inserts another finger, causing me a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Get on all fours now!" he ordered, pulling his fingers out of me.

I did as he asked, positioned myself, and waited, listening to him taking off his pants behind me, then he came closer and ran his hand down my back under my dress, making me unconsciously push my ass up a little more, practically hypnotized by his touches.

I heard the sound of fabric tearing, bringing me out of my trance, it was my dress, he had torn my dress...

"It's much better now." I could see the little smile on his face as he said that, even without looking at him

How can it be so... so... I thought about it for a while, trying to find a word in my head, but as soon as I felt him filling me up all at once, all I could think about was how fucking hot this guy was.

I let out an involuntary moan, there was a discomfort in having him there, but I didn't care, I liked the pain, which when mixed with pleasure, became something addictive.

That's how I was feeling now, screaming with pleasure as he pushed himself inside me, deeper and deeper, making me wonder how big he was inside me.

He continued penetrating me firmly, his strong hands gripping my waist with a voracious determination. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure throughout my body, making me arch my back and let out uncontrollable moans. I felt overwhelmed and surrendered to the desire that was consuming us.

As he filled me, my thoughts wandered between the overwhelming sensations he was giving me and the intensity of the situation itself. I was lost in a whirlwind of emotions and indescribable pleasure. The friction of our bodies, the combination of pain and ecstasy, created an explosive mixture that left me yearning for more.

His every thrust was like an accurate blow, hitting the most sensitive points of my being. I could barely control the words that escaped my lips, revealing the pleasure he was causing me. My nails dug into the bed in search of support as I gave myself completely to this forbidden experience.

His husky, authoritative voice echoed in my ears, increasing my arousal even more. He knew exactly how to push me to the limit, how to unlock my most hidden desires. Every lewd word that escaped his mouth made me shudder, wanting him to take me beyond what I had already experienced.

My body was crying out for more, and he seemed to know every part of me. With a firm hand, he slapped my buttocks, further intensifying the sensations that overwhelmed me. It was as if he could read my deepest thoughts, understanding exactly what I needed at that moment.

I was so close to climax, feeling my orgasm approaching in rising waves of pleasure. Each thrust, each touch, pushed me closer and closer to the precipice. However, just as I was about to plunge into that abyss of ecstasy, he stopped abruptly.

Frustration, excitement, and an overwhelming desire intertwined inside me. I tried to move in search of some relief, but all in vain. It was a delicious torture, a provocative pause that left me yearning for more.

"Adam," I mumbled, my voice full of desire and pleading.

"Huh? What?" he asked, apparently confused.

"Why did you stop?" my voice came out snotty, begging him to continue.

"What's the matter? Did you want more?" he still sounded playful.

"I was about to..." I whimpered, frustrated at the interruption to my imminent pleasure.

"Really? My little whore was about to come?" he teased, arousing a mixture of arousal and indignation in me.