“Touch me, Adam, please!” I begged desperation lacing my voice. I was vocal now and he caused it.
He growled, a low, dangerous sound.
“When you go out having drinks with strangers, what do you expect?” His voice was rough, tinged with anger. But he didn’t stop rubbing, his fingers relentless, driving me higher and higher until I thought I would break apart. Just when I was on the brink, teetering at the edge of release, he stopped. The sensation crashed inside me, my core tightening painfully in protest. It was a punishment, and I knew it.
He yanked me away from the wall and threw me onto the bed. In one swift motion, he tore off my underwear and returned his fingers to that aching spot, stroking, teasing, denying. Each time I was close, so close, he would pull back, leaving me trembli
