Chapter 138 Breaking Point
POV Maya:
I try to move, but Adrian’s rough hand on my abdomen doesn’t allow it. He keeps up his slow torture, making me wish I had the strength to push him off me and do worse to him. I manage to lift myself a little, propping up on my elbows, and get a front-row view as his tongue moves down and up my vagina. I whimper every time he brushes my clit with it.
“Harder,” I ask, almost begging.
Adrian smiles and keeps torturing me. I bite my lower lip hard—I don’t want him to realize how his asshole way is driving me crazy. I need to sit on this man. I grab his head and try to grind against his face, but he pulls away laughing.
“Do you want to come?” he asks, and I nod like a well-trained puppy. “Pull my pants down,” he orders.
Another brother trying to boss me around? Unbelievable.
I’m quick to sit up and unbutton his pants. His cock springs free, and I stare at it with my mouth open. It’s thick and veiny. I swallow hard, knowing I definitely won’t be walking afterward. There are no exercises that could give me enough stamina to handle the cocks of these brothers.
“Take the condom from my back pocket and roll it onto my cock.”
“A condom in your back pocket?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. “Since when do you walk around with one?”
“Redhead, I had to watch Luca fuck you and I was literally jerking off. Since then, I stay prepared, waiting for my chance to fuck you.” He gives me a filthy little grin, and I open my mouth, caught off guard by his honesty and shamelessness.
“So you really got left hanging, huh?” I ask, and he makes a face.
“I did. Now stop talking and do what I asked.”
I’m starting to worry. Hearing these cowboys bark orders during sex is showing me that I’m very submissive. It’s time to show them that I’m the one who runs the fucking. I reach for the condom in his pocket, ready to obey him.
I place my hands on his defined chest and shove him backward. He stumbles and drops into the chair. I kneel and pull his pants and boxer down his legs, positioning myself between them. I run my tongue along his length. His hand immediately goes to my ponytail. I take him deep into my throat, and in the same second, I regret it.
“That log doesn’t fit in my mouth, let alone in my pussy,” I say, standing up. “No chance of anal with you.”
“Maya, come here,” he calls, and I refuse.
“No fucking way.” I cross my arms, staring in horror at his erection.
“You’re driving me crazy. If you started this, finish it.” I look at his face and then back at that majestic mast.
“Adrian, that monster isn’t going to fit in me,” I state, and the son of a bitch laughs.
“It will. Come here, I’ll do it gently.”
I’m a warrior, right? I am—but not at a hardcore level. Adrian starts stroking himself slowly, and the slut inside me likes what she sees. If he goes slowly, maybe it will fit. My mouth waters as I watch the tip of his cock glisten with pre-cum leaking from the small opening.
“I’m not wet enough,” I say, and he flashes an indecent smile.
“I’ll spit on it. Don’t worry.”
I bite my lip, loving his blatant filth. He doesn’t waste time picking me up and laying me on the table. Adrian takes the condom from my hand and rolls it onto his cock. He grips my legs, keeping them spread, and looking at me, he spits onto my vagina. The scene is so dirty and indecent that I want his log inside me right now. He brushes his cock against me and doesn’t hesitate, pressing it firmly against my pussy, which pulses, desperate to have him inside.
I whimper when he forces his way in. I bring my hand to my pussy to make sure I’m wet enough, and I’m startled to find that I’m soaked. Even so, Adrian’s thick cock is struggling to enter.
“It’s not going to fit,” I say, alarmed.
“Relax for me,” he asks, pulling a filthy expression. “Your pussy is very small and tight.”
“Is it small, or is your cock just obscene?” I ask, and moan as he pushes inside me.
“Holy fucking shit! Your pussy is going to crush my cock.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, already imagining the horrible death I’m about to have. Maya George died impaled on a cock. I can already picture my photo in the newspaper, with Tay— I open my eyes when I feel Adrian’s cock hit a spot that makes me roll my eyes back. His movements are slow, and within seconds I’m moaning, wanting him faster and deeper. I want to feel more of this extraordinary sensation.
“Does it feel good, trouble redhead?” he asks hoarsely, and I grab the back of his neck.
I kiss his mouth desperately. Adrian increases his thrusts, stretching my pussy beyond its limit, and I couldn’t care less. The table slams against the wall faster and faster. My moans are loud—I’m lost in the pleasure Adrian is giving me. A few more hard bangs of the table against the wall, and then a loud crash follows. I fall to the floor along with the table Adrian and I have just broken.
“Adrian!” I say, shocked, but all he does is scoop me up, press my back against the wall, and start fucking me again. “Don’t spoil me,” I ask with a smile on my lips.
“Give me your mouth. I want you quiet, just moaning my name and begging for more,” he declares, fucking me hard.
I close my eyes and do exactly what he asked.