Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty

Adam

Listen to Without You

by Miley Cyrus and The Kid Laroi

I watched her wrecked face and trembling body and felt a wave of possession so fierce, I shuddered. This woman refused to hold back with me, unafraid to be vulnerable. Unafraid to go after her pleasure under my guidance. I was obsessed and I didn’t know how I was going to be without her for three months.

Shoving the thought away, I focused on my one job. Wiping out Max’s memory from her head, her heart, and this damn bed. When I was done, the only image she’d have is me fucking her until she passed out.

I couldn’t wait.

Still hard as a rock, I pulled out of her and flipped her over. “I think this next round will be better if you can’t see anything.” I grabbed the scarf I’d laid next to me with her female toys and smoothed it out. “Let’s give this a try.”

She blinked dazedly. “You’re going to blindfold me?”

“Yes. Be happy it’s not a ball gag. Those are super fun.”

She looked nervous, yet intrigued. I held back my laugh as I acknowledged how much fun she was in bed and out. She seemed to know exactly when to surrender and when to give me sass. I fastened the scarf around her head, then checked the fit. “Are you going to hurt me?” she asked.

I kissed her hard, running my hands over her sweet curves, and flicking her hard nipples with my thumb. “Yes, princess. I am.”

Her shudder was almost painful to my cock, so I began to move again, knowing I needed to come before I was able to play with her. Bringing her legs over my shoulders, I took her hard and fast, hitting her G spot while I played with her breasts, squeezing those tight nipples with an increasing pressure until I saw her caught between pain and pleasure, that perfect balance where the best orgasms lie in wait. She writhed and cried out my name but I never paused, my balls tightening up as I neared the edge, holding us both there in that intense agony of building pressure, a place we were both truly free.

I threw my head back and let go, pumping into her with animalistic movements as I came inside her hot, wet channel. She gripped me tight and I felt her spasms as she orgasmed, quaking underneath me.

I pulled out and Landon let out a soft mewl, her hands seeking contact. I stared down at her with an animalistic pride. Inner thighs wet and trembly, bruised, swollen lips, she was a perfect mess made for me. “Adam?” she murmured.

“Tell me. You have another one in you, right?”

She hesitated. I wondered if she’d lie, which would force me to punish her, but in that moment, I wanted her truth. I wanted her stripped raw with only me as her judge and jury. Her salvation. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Not missing a beat, I grabbed the vibrator, notched it to the highest speed, and pressed it against her clit.

She screamed and jerked, coming fast around the toy. I laughed and enjoyed the gorgeousness of her during orgasm. I know the mask took everything to the next level—and my Landon loved a good challenge. I made sure she was fully done before prying her legs back open and sliding down. Pressing soft kisses against her stomach, I whispered love words to her, nibbling down her mound, tracing her vulva, and finding her sweet, throbbing clit that was swollen from all the attention.

“So pretty,” I crooned, separating her lips and treating her to one long lick. My name burst from her lips and she tried to writhe away but I kept my arm clamping down on her thighs. “I’ll go slow on this one, sweetheart. I know you need a little recovery time.”

“No, I can’t, I can’t?—”

“Are you really done? Do you really think you can’t come one more time for me, or are you lying to me, my gorgeous slut?”

I licked gently, swirling my tongue around her engorged clit, playing until she was right back at the edge, where I wanted to keep her. Scraping my teeth back and forth, she shuddered, wildly throwing her hands out to find and grasp my shoulders. “Bastard,” she hissed.

“Come for me again, my queen. Show me how greedy your cunt is for my mouth.”

And then I fucked her with my tongue, closed my lips around her clit, and sucked hard.

She let out a screech and came again.

I was hard again. I could fuck her all night and never get tired of her spicy scent and taste, her soft, damp skin and hard strawberry nipples, her sloping curves and muscled calves, her luscious lips and punishing nails.

I’d intended on using the vibrator one last time, but decided I’d do the job myself. I needed to be inside her again, and gain my fill of memories for my cold bed. Moving her like a rag doll, I ripped the blindfold away and propped her up so she straddled my lap. She wrapped her arms around me tight, pupils dilated, lip bruised where she bit it over and over. “My beautiful one. Don’t disappoint me. There’s another left to give me unless you tell me no.”

I pressed soft kisses to her lips, over her damp cheeks, pushing back her mass of tangled hair from her face. My hands roved everywhere, and as my cock lined up against her, I moved back and forth, teasing her just enough that she began to rock her hips for more. “Yes…or no?” I asked her again, lowering my head to suck on her nipples. Her nails dug into my back. She blinked.

I met her drunken gaze and watched the moment she came to. With a feminine hiss, she rose up like a female goddess, baring her teeth and scraping her nails hard down my back to draw blood.

“Fuck me, Adam. Fuck your queen.”

God, I loved her.

Taking her mouth in a deep kiss, my cock shoved inside her in one rough push. She closed around me like a silken glove, and I grasped her hips, lifting her up and down in a frenzied pace that had both of us falling apart. I opened my eyes and met hers, the gleam of triumph evident before she surrendered, exploding around me for the final time, screaming my name over and over and over.

I fucked her savagely and emptied myself, the pleasure shredding me into pieces and leaving me torn apart as we fell to the bed together, limbs tangled, hearts beating as one, destroyed.

“You are the love of my life,” she whispered in the darkness.

“And you are mine,” I said back, cradling her like the fragile treasure she was.

The next day, she said goodbye and left me.