Haunting-Adeline

I’m readying to ask… I don’t even know, but before I can figure it out,
he’s bending down and grabbing the back of my thighs. He li s me up, my
legs ins nc vely curling around his waist. My sensi ve center clashes with
his hard cock straining in his jeans, nestling firmly between the folds of my
pussy.
A so whimper escapes, and I’m s ll too shocked to move or say
anything as he begins to carry me, assumingly back towards my house.
“What’s happening?” I finally manage, shuddering as every step rubs his
jeans against my overs mulated clit.
“I’m going to remind you how good it feels to be mine.”
Zade’s steps are purposeful as he carries me, the silence between us
strained with terrifying promises. The rain hasn’t relented, seeming only to
grow heavier as me passes.
I’ve no idea how he knows where to go, and I’m both impressed and
suspicious. The only reason he knows these woods so well is because he’s
spent a lot of me in them. Stalking me.
Is he hiding the dead bodies in there? The ques on is lingering on the
end of my tongue, but I let it die. I don’t want to upset the small, albeit
shaky, truce we’ve seemed to reach.
His large palms cup my bare asscheeks, the ps of his fingers a mere inch
from my entrance. He doesn’t explore, the teasing touch se ng me aflame
and flooding me with an cipa on.
He’s driving me mad with desire, and it’s only fair I return the favor. If he
takes me on the cold, wet ground, I’d be glad for it.
The smile that graces my lips is nothing short of evil.
My lips trace the column of his throat, brushing so so ly that the touch
merely feels like a whisper. His grip ghtens, and my smile grows. Par ng
my mouth, my tongue darts out and licks a path from the base of his throat
to the spot behind his ear.
A growl vibrates against my tongue, spurring me into ac on.