"Why do you continue to torment me, princess? Do you enjoy the reaction? Or is it that you want me irate so that I fuck you a little harder? Are you not satisfied with my performance already?" Adam murmured huskily.
Ann gazed coyly up at him through her eyelashes and a flirtatious smile curved her mouth up at the edges, earning a low rumble from Adam's chest.
She said nothing, but reached up and slipped her hands under Adam's shirt, running her fingers lightly along his well-defined abs, and curling her fingers around the back of his neck as she pulled his lips closer to her.
She wanted to taste him. She couldn't understand this longing that had appeared, the desperate need to have him inside of her at every waking moment. If Adam thought that she was a distraction. He had no idea what he was doing to her inside.
The mere thought of him fucking her, pounding into her relentlessly before emptying himself deep inside of her drove her crazy.