The Brothers Rule - Carolyn Faulkner Page 0,53

of her bra then her pants.

They were loose enough that they immediately pooled on her still stilettoed feet. Adam bent, like the gentleman that he was, and removed them by gently picking up each foot. But when he'd straightened, he then kicked them roughly apart.

He loved that somehow innocently startled sound she made, as if it had never occurred to her that he would treat her that way, when he did so often, although he did his best to mix it up, too, so that she never knew quite what she was going to get from him.

Her panties and pantyhose were casualties of his lust, ripped violently from her yielding body as he stepped between her feet, fitting his achingly hard cock into her groove, but not pressing inside her yet.

It wasn't until his fingers curled around her neck, his other hand pressing down on her lower back so that she was forced to arch her bottom up to him, offering herself to him, that Adam chuckled low, feeling himself being drenched in her cream at that particular move.

"I'm glad you're feeling better, baby, because I am going to use you every second I have you tonight. I'm going to pound myself into you until nine-fifty-nine, and you're going to fall asleep with my cum mixed with your honey dripping out of you."

And that was exactly what he made happen, while maintaining a ruthless control over her the entire time—one hand often on her neck, the other pinning her hands above her head or holding them just above her backside, or the both of them at once holding her hips immobile for him to slam himself into her.

The longer she was his, the more he found his tastes morphing and adjusting in regards to what he liked to do to her.

She was submissive, yes, but not fully so. He loved how she subtly challenged him to overpower her, which he never failed to do. Adam had found that he enjoyed forcing her to submit as fully as possible to him, making and keeping her helpless before him.

He knew that she always enjoyed it, too. He could feel her juices running out of her even as he occupied every bit of her he could. But he didn't always make her come. Sometimes, it was just for him, and that only seemed to make her hotter.

When he had taken the edge off—burying himself in her and exploding in a manner that was stronger and much more satisfying than it had been with any other woman—he guided her to her bed, binding her arms together above her so that he could feast himself on her. He made her moan and writhe, sensitizing her to the point that she tried to avoid his touch, especially on her now ultra-sensitive, damply swollen nipples.

But he wouldn't allow that, his broad hand slapping her breasts sharply until she lay still beneath him. "Naughty girl," he scolded.

"Ow, Sir, no!" she whimpered.

"I was going to devour you with my mouth, make you scream as you come, come as you scream. But I don't think I'm going to do that any longer."

His mouth, nonetheless, still left a wet trail down the front of her body.

Just because he wasn't going to allow her to come, didn't mean that he wasn't going to tease the hell out of her.

Damn, they were all so friggin' strong! Laurie thought as she tried to writhe out of the hold he was maintaining on her hips to keep her right where he wanted her to be, spread wide open for him and left terribly vulnerable to him.

They were all three quick studies and had dedicated themselves to learning exactly what pleased her best, whether it was to be fucked rough and hard while fingers brought her to an ecstasy that she didn't necessarily want to find that way or be held down and viciously loved with lips and tongue, suckled, flicked, and licked relentlessly, without hope of climaxing.

Adam particularly relished doing this for her—it was just another element of deep control as he teased then tended, washed then swirled her, bringing her to, then keeping her right on the edge.

It didn't take her very long to start to beg him for release.

"Oh God, please, Sir, let me come!"

She was surfing on the top of that wave, ready to crash over at any moment—body ecstatically taut and tense, just waiting for that inevitable wet swipe that sent her over.

"Oh. My. God. P-plea—"

Ding, ding, ding, ding!

Adam raised his