He devoured her immediately. She gasped, arching up and reaching out for anything to ground her. He gripped her thick thighs and licked, sucked, and tongued her pussy until she was begging him to come. Adam enjoyed teasing her, bringing her to the brink, then pausing long enough to get her feisty and wanton.
“Adam!”
“Say please,” he said.
“Please! I can’t take it anymore.”
He obliged her, suckling her clit without reprieve until she gasped, every muscle in her core going rigid as her orgasm rode through her body. He only stood back up once she settled, her body pliant and spent. She looked up at him through hooded eyes as he unzipped his suit pants. He was already rock hard, his cock springing free the moment he released it.
“I like you better like this. No alcohol to dull my experience. You’re even more perfect than I thought you were.” His memories of their one night together were hazy. He wanted to experience every moment. She was his ultimate fantasy, the only woman he wanted to keep forever.
He poised himself between her legs, then grabbed the root of his cock. Adam moistened the head of his erection in her overflow of juices and then filled her to the hilt. Her tight walls hugged him like a glove. He gritted his teeth, the rush of pleasure hitting him hard.
“Nice and tight,” he said. “I love your body.”
He fucked her, holding on to her hips as he pistoned in and out of her sweet little cunt. She mewled and writhed, reaching out to touch him.
“Kiss me,” she said.
He leaned over, taking her mouth, kissing her with all the passion he felt. It had been a long week trying to get her attention. He knew she was pulling away for the wrong reasons, and he was ready to follow her into hell, if need be.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers combing into his hair. “You’re so big. I feel so full.”
He tongued the shell of her ear. “I’m all yours.”
“Promise?”
Adam was close. He picked up the momentum, fucking her harder, faster. He wanted to fill her with his cum, marking her, claiming her. No other man would have Alora but him. If he’d known she was a virgin last week, he would have done things differently, taken things slower.
He reached between them, circling her clit with his thumb.
“Come for me, Alora. I want to feel you milk my cock.”
As soon as she cried out, the walls of her pussy contracting around him, he let go. He tightened his grip on her hips as he rammed into her. When he finally released inside her beautiful body, he groaned aloud. As he briefly collapsed over her, her arms came around him—gentle and accepting.
He didn’t want her to keep running from him.
“What now?” she whispered.
He didn’t want to move. Not now, not ever. They were practically strangers, but this was the most genuine affection he’d ever received in his life.
“You come over this week and start my painting. Help me turn my condo into a home.”
“I mean with us. What are we exactly? Is this an affair? Am I your girlfriend or a dirty little secret? I’ve never done anything like this.”
He leaned away and helped her to sit up. She began to fix her outfit and toy with her hair.
Adam smirked. “Girlfriend? That could work … for now.”
This week, he’d already been looking at engagement diamonds. It was stupid and pre-mature, but when he saw something he wanted, he didn’t hold back. Adam had spent a lifetime alone, never expecting to experience a real connection with a woman, and certainly didn’t think he’d ever have a family. Alora made him think of the impossible.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend,” she said. “I want to be excited, but how many others are there? I don’t like the idea of sharing you with a hoard of your women.”
“Only you.”
“Since when?” she asked.
“Since you walked home with me last week.” He tucked a loose blonde wave of hair behind her ear. “You make me want more.”
He’d always hated the holidays. They were lonely and full of broken dreams and memories. Maybe this year could be different.
Christmas was only eight days away.
Chapter Five
Alora couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“I can feel you looking at me,” she said.
“That’s because I am. You’re a dream. You better get used to me looking at you, because, baby, I love what I see.”
He hadn’t said he loved her, which was fine with Alora. She couldn’t believe how fast they were moving. From a party, to an agreement, to a relationship, and now this. She sat in his apartment, completely naked with a canvas in front of her, at just the right angle to make it perfect.
Adam sat across from her, his shirt open at the collar, a drink in hand, looking the part of the entitled businessman.
“You do know this is deeply inappropriate. I would never consider doing this for any client.”
“And I’d never ask this of any other artist who wasn’t my girlfriend.”
It had been two days since he’d told her she was his girlfriend. Alora still couldn’t believe she had a boyfriend. Of course, it came close to Christmas and she’d used every available spare minute she had to try to find the perfect Christmas gift for him. So far, she couldn’t figure out what to give him. Her opportunities were even scarcer than usual, seeing as Adam took all of her free time outside of work.
She also hadn’t been back to her apartment in two days. The clothes she wore came from his personal assistant, Daniel, who had a keen eye and was a nice guy. They’d met a couple of times now.
Staring at her canvas, she allowed inspiration to flow. Adam had told her everything he loved. He’d tried to tell her all his dislikes, but she didn’t want to know them, not yet. For her painting, she only wanted to think like Adam, to see the world through his eyes. Not the businessman, but the man.
He was a person of depth, and she learned he loved nature, the changing seasons, especially the colors of fall. So she felt inspired to do a picture of the city, but with the two changeable seasons, going from fall to winter.
Adam got up from his seat and moved close to her. His fingers grazed the back of her neck, and she gasped as he pulled her close, his lips dancing over her neck, right against her pulse. She closed her eyes as her whole body came alive. He tilted her head back, and his lips were on hers. Dropping the pencil, she moved, crawling to her knees on the cushion, and held on to his waist.
Her tits pressed against his stomach, and she felt the hard length of him. She slid her hand down, cupping him, feeling the stiffness of his length in her palm. She loved how hard he was, and it was all for her.
“I want to feel those lips wrapped around my dick,” he said.
She couldn’t resist sliding her tongue across her lips, imagining him in her mouth. Feeling bold, she went to the belt of his pants, sliding it through the loop and releasing him.
“Fuck, Alora, you make me crazy.”
She tugged his zipper down and pushed his pants until they fell to his knees. The boxers showed the outline of his dick perfectly, and she traced the length of him with her finger before easing his boxer briefs down.
His shaft stood out, thick, long, and hard. The tip was slick.