Adam
My heart thumping in my chest, my cock as hard as a rock in my hand, I took in the expression on her face. When I’d dropped Aiden off at his friend’s house, I wasn’t expecting a visit from Lucy. I didn’t think she’d come anywhere near me, at least for a few days while her anger burned out.
But she’d come. She’d managed to clear my head of my troubling thoughts and dropped a bomb right at my feet.
Pregnant. She was pregnant.
And she had ordered me to make love to her.
How could anyone say no to that? More importantly, to her. I certainly couldn’t, not when she looked at me as if her world would crumble if I turned her down. Even more importantly, I didn’t want to say no to her.
The pregnancy…it didn’t change how I felt toward her. It didn’t change the fact that I still wanted her. But where did it put me? What did it mean for her? Would she get back with her ex? Move away?
Instead of getting answers to those questions, I decided to give her something she wouldn’t forget, something she couldn’t just push away with the back of her hand.
Standing over her with my cock in my hand, I gave myself a few lazy strokes as she watched me intently.
After having a taste of her tight pussy, my hand wasn’t doing it for me. But for her, for that look in her eyes, I didn’t mind giving her a little show.
I let go of my cock and let it rest for a moment.
Getting up, I took Lucy’s hand and pulled her up.
“Hold on to the back of the couch.”
She arched an eyebrow, but didn’t question me. In seconds she was on her knees, arching her back and giving me the best fucking view of her ass.
“What the hell is that?” she asked. I followed her eyes to the couch cushion.
Reaching for one perfect ass cheek, I gently stroked and then pulled it apart so I could see her pink, wet pussy. I pushed my hand between her legs and heard her whimper when two of my fingers entered her.
“Sore?” I asked.
“I’m okay. You didn’t answer me. Did you come?”
I looked at the wet spot on the couch and got closer to her so I could push my cock against the soft, soft skin of her perfect ass.
“Did it feel like I came? That’s all you.”
Her head whipped back, and she gave me a shocked look. “What?” she whispered.
I pushed my fingers deeper into her and her back arched to take more. I couldn’t look away from her red lips, those teeth pulling on the swollen skin.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I found her clit and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“All you, Lucy,” I repeated. “I told you, your pussy is very happy with my four-inch cock.”
She gave me a small smile over her shoulder, her fingers white knuckled as she held on to the couch. “Thank God you’re not four inches. It would be so disappointing and I’d feel so very sorry for you.”
I pushed my cock in between her legs and gave her a gentle thrust so she could feel it slide against her sensitive clit.
That wiped the smile off her face, and I was fascinated with the small scowl that replaced it.
I held her hips in place and asked, “Ready for your third orgasm?”
“Second.”
“Lucy.” I nodded toward the wet spot. “You almost squirted for me. You came for the second time before the first one was done. That’s two.”
She pursed her lips and stayed quiet.
I rested my hips against her ass and pulled at her hair until her back was resting against my front.
“I asked if you are ready.”
Her small hand found my cock, and she squeezed the head. My body shuddered with pleasure, and I bit her neck, drinking up her moans.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I pushed her front down, grabbed my cock, and after a few hard strokes, slowly pushed into her in one slow movement, not stopping until she had every inch of me inside her.
Hearing her exhale in one big rush and seeing her widen her legs stiffened my cock even farther inside her, so when she tried to move forward and away, I squeezed one ass cheek in my palm as a silent order for her to stay still and took a step closer to her.
“Shit,” she groaned when I gave her the last bit again. “You’re so deep,” she muttered almost to herself, her head hanging.
“Look at your ass,” I whispered huskily, my voice sounding too thick to my own ears. I massaged her flesh, stroking, admiring. “Look at that beautiful ass.”
As my cock was throbbing inside her, I was unable to stop myself from gently massaging her tight little hole. Would she let me in?
My fingers still slick with her wetness, I gently pushed in a finger, and she groaned, her head falling, her body trying to pull away from the intrusion. “Maybe not today,” I said, yet still pushed in farther until she looked at me over her shoulder.
“You’re not that lucky, Connor.”
I pulled out and pushed in again, making sure I was moving my cock in and out of her slick heat too. Her head lolled down again, and she released another groan.
“Maybe not today,” I relented. I grabbed her hips and let her have it for a full minute. Shallow thrusts mixed in with deep, hard ones.
“Yes, yes, Adam, fuck, right there, right there.”
Her cries of pleasure fueled me to give her more as my hands tightened on her hips. Pulling her, pushing her…pounding her with everything in me.
I let one of my hands slide up her back, caressing the hot skin between her shoulder blades. She looked so beautiful, so open at that moment. To my cock. To me. But she was too far away, her lips, her skin…I wanted her eyes holding mine.
I rounded my hand on her throat and pulled her back up against my chest again. I saw goose bumps on her arms, the pulse on her neck erratic, her breathing shaky.
I could have her like this every day, I thought to myself. I could have her like this every day and it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Look at you,” I whispered next to her ear, my hand still around her throat, my cock still moving in and out of her.
She pushed her ass back, and I closed my eyes.
“So beautiful,” I said reverently. “So fucking beautiful. Does my cock feel good, Lucy?” I asked and felt her body tremble.
I pulled back and drove into her. Hard.
She gasped, her hand coming up to rest on my hand that was on her throat, fingers curling around my wrist.
“So fucking good,” she whispered huskily. “Will you pound into me? Make it hurt?”
I let my other hand move up from her hips and palmed her breast. “You want me to hurt you?”
“It hurts so good when you’re—”
Opening my legs wider behind her, I thrust up and groaned when her muscles clenched around me. Her breath hitched, her lips lazily stretching into a smile.
I could see my sweat dripping onto her skin as she creamed around my cock.
Roughly gripping her chin, I turned her head so she could meet my eyes, nothing but raw pleasure and deep hunger in those stormy eyes.
“You want me to go deep on you.” It wasn’t a question. “Did it feel good when you came all over my cock, Lucy? You liked how that felt, huh?”
Biting her lip, she nodded.
Holding her body flush against mine, I started pumping into her, our skin slapping.
She closed her eyes and that little frown appeared again.
“Kiss me,” I ordered. “Kiss me and I’ll give it to you again.”
To my surprise her eyes looked bewildered when she opened them. Didn’t she see what was going on with me?
“Kiss me, Lucy,” I said, gentler this time. I grabbed her arms and placed them around my neck. I nibbled on her chin, my hips moving too slow for either one of us to lose it and come. “Kiss me, baby, so I can make you come all over my cock again. Don’t you want that, Lucy? I really need to feel this sweet pussy tighten around me. Will you give that to me? Will you let me come inside you?” I found her clit with my fingertips and tenderly stroked her, causing her muscles to ripple around me.
She moaned and let me have her lips. Holding her chin in one hand and her hips in the other, I worked my cock into her with steady, fast thrusts. For a second her mouth parted from mine, and she moaned deep from her throat as her head dropped back against my chest.
I kissed her and swallowed every sound she made as I picked up my pace. Her hands tightened around my neck, her fingers grabbing my hair, pulling and pulling and pulling until I had to close my eyes and focus on anything other than how she was pushing me into complete madness. I groaned into her mouth, sucking her sweet tongue.
She broke apart from my lips and bent over the couch, letting me watch her ass pushing back to take more of me inside her.
“Oh, God, Adam. Oh, God.”
I wiped away the sweat from my forehead and grabbed her hips so I could pound harder into her.
“Yes. Yes. Harder. Right there, Adam. Yes!”
“Widen your legs, Lucy.”
I could see her legs shaking, her arms barely holding on, but she still opened them wider.
“You’re so thick. So deep. I love that,” she murmured, and it was all I could do not to puff out my chest as I listened to her moan in pleasure. “Please, don’t stop. So close, Adam. So close.”
My hands holding on to her small waist, I drove into her with everything I had. I’d never felt so big in my entire life as I watched her pussy take my cock, my balls slapping against her skin. I’d never felt so full and complete and right.
So fucking right.
A perfect pair.
“Talk to me, Adam. I’m so close, please talk to me.”
I sucked in a breath, barely holding onto my sanity. She was right on the edge, seconds away from taking me down with her.
She was a ball of pleasure waiting to burst wide open right under my hands, right around my cock.
“Come on, Lucy,” I whispered breathlessly, splaying my hand on her back and stroking softly. “Squeeze me. Do you feel how hard I am for you?” I leaned over her body, slightly changing my angle, and it hit her. “That’s it, Lucy. That’s it. Come on my cock, sweetheart.”
She sucked in her breath and silently broke apart right in front of my eyes. Her whole back erupted with goose bumps, her pussy squeezing my cock to death, her body shivering. Not wanting to hurt her by being too rough—rougher than I’d already been—I ground into her, barely holding my own release back.
When she pushed back against my cock and let out a loud moan, it was my undoing. I ground deeper into her and let myself go as she kept shaking under me. Her arms gave up and she rested her face against the couch, letting me push deep into her as I came with hard throbs inside her.
As her walls kept milking me, I almost collapsed onto her body.
Instead, I took a deep breath and tried to slow down my wild heartbeat. She was never getting away from me, not after this night, not after what she’d just given me.
“Lucy,” I murmured softly. My hands shaking, I stroked her back, and she flinched, her skin too sensitive. She was drenched in sweat just as much as I was. I ran my hand up and down her warm skin, gently massaging the base of her neck as I slowly pulled out of her to take care of the condom.
“I have to…” I started, but the rest didn’t come since I chose to listen to her harsh intake of breath as I severed our connection. I tied the end and threw it on the floor.
Still on her knees, Lucy straightened up, and I saw her hand disappear between her legs.
“Shit.”
“What?” I asked, standing behind her again.
“Nothing.”
Ignoring her protests, I dipped my hand in between her slick folds and caressed her swollen flesh. She twitched in my arms. “What’s wrong?”
“Too wet,” she replied, sounding almost annoyed.
“There is no such thing.” I dipped my fingers inside her, barely getting in, and then licked my fingers clean of her as she watched me over her shoulder with her mouth parted.
“I hate you so much,” she whispered, her eyes focused on my lips.
I kissed her. There was nothing else I could do when she was so close, so naked.
So mine.
I gripped her chin and kissed her harder.
“I have to leave.”
Of course she’d want that.
“You’re not leaving this house tonight.”
“Try to stop me.”
“We haven’t tasted each other, yet, Lucy.” I grabbed her hand and put it around my half-hard cock. She stroked me and stopped at the base, squeezing.
“Gentle,” I whispered, kissing her neck.
“I just watched you taste me.”
“That’s not enough. I want to eat you out. And you haven’t tasted me yet.”
“Are you offering a sixty-nine, Adam Connor?”
“I’m offering everything,” I said, nudging her with my nose right behind her ear.
She stopped breathing for a few seconds, and I was afraid I was going to have to carry her to my bedroom and lock the door on us, but then she said, “Sixty-nine is a good offer, and I do want to take that gorgeous cock into my mouth.”
“Good,” I murmured, running my hand up and down on her stomach.
I helped her off the couch and took her reluctant hand in mine. She looked down at her clothes and bent down to pick them up.
Hugging her from her behind, I pulled her up.
“Don’t,” I whispered near her ear. “Don’t. I want to see you on my bed, legs spread wide open.”
Did she think I couldn’t feel her body shiver against mine? How long did she think she could hide herself from me?
She laughed softly. “It won’t make me hate you less.”
“I believe it’s too late for that, Lucy. You already like me too much,” I said in a thick voice. “Maybe even more than you liked having my cock in your body.”
I dug my fingers into the soft skin around her hips, wishing nothing more than to imprint myself on her so she would remember, so she would know who had touched her, who had held her trembling, begging body in his arms when she needed to be held by someone who cared.
It didn’t surprise me that I wanted to be that for her—though I knew she’d yell at me for even suggesting she needed someone to hold her up. I guess that was what had drawn me to her since that first day I held her body against mine, our eyes showing nothing but hatred for each other minutes before I had the cops walk her off my property.
The more I watched her, the more I listened to her, heard what she was saying without even moving her lips, the deeper she pulled me in.
Adam Connor Caught at the Airport with His Son: Kidnapping?
The photos below show Adam Connor carrying his five-year-old son through the doors of LAX as they are rushing to catch their flight to France. The fact that Aiden Connor was hiding his face in his father’s neck as the cameras snapped photos of them hurrying through the gates shows how much he was affected by what happened the last time he was at the same airport. The father and son were flying to Paris to attend the birthday party of Victoria Connor, who’s been living in France for almost six years. Helena and Nathan Connor left the city hand in hand just days before to attend the same birthday party. We’re not sure if Aiden’s mom was invited or not, but we know she hasn’t left the city since her return from New York.
Apart from feeling bad about little Aiden Connor, could the quiet movie star get any hotter? We don’t know about you, but the protective father thing is really working for us at the moment. If you don’t think the photos capturing the father and son are enough of an answer, we have no idea what will be. Since the news about Adam Connor filing for sole custody of Aiden Connor hit the media, this is the first time the pair has been seen in public. Adeline Young, however, has remained quiet as far as we know. And trust us, we know plenty about these two.
We can almost hear you asking what else we can share about Adam Connor and Adeline Young. We know there are rumors circling around that Adam Connor has started dating again (yes, we were just as shocked), and that this new development was one of the main reasons (other than the airport incident, of course) he decided to change the custody agreement. From what we’ve heard from numerous sources close to the movie star, his new woman isn’t happy about Adam having constant contact with his ex-wife, whether it is about their son or any other issue. Apparently she was a great influence on the Academy Award-winning movie star when he decided to go ahead with the custody battle.
On the other side of the ring, Adeline Young was seen with the famous director Jonathan Cameron as they were leaving a restaurant opening just this week. While they could have been having a meeting about a future project, we have statements from multiple onlookers that Adeline was showing signs of distress while Jonathan was trying to calm her. Could this be Adeline Young’s new boyfriend? To be honest with you, it wouldn’t surprise us; we knew it was coming. The couple left the building together and drove away in Jonathan’s car, neither of them answering the questions thrown at them upon their exit.
Do you think they are both moving on with their lives? Moving on to other people?
We are still hoping the news about Adam Connor dating isn’t true so we can keep dreaming about becoming the famous actor’s new love interest. It could happen. You never know.
