THE PENTHOUSE BETRAYAL II

(THE PENTHOUSE BETRAYAL II)

He didn’t ask permission.

He simply cupped the back of my neck and kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle. It was possession.

His mouth claimed mine with commanding heat, tongue sliding deep, tasting me like he’d been starving for years. I moaned into him, fingers curling into the lapels of his suit. He tasted like expensive scotch and pure masculine power.

Adrian broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my throat, nipping at my pulse point.

The sensation of his wet lips on my skin made me whimper.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he growled against my skin. “Use your words. I want to hear how badly you need Daddy to fuck the memory of my son out of this pretty cunt.”

I shivered violently. The dirty talk hit me like lightning straight to my clit.

“I want you to ruin me,” I breathed. “On this bed. Make me scream your name so loud the entire city knows who I belong to now.”

Adrian’s low, satisfied chuckle vibrated through my chest.

“Good girl.”

He walked me backward toward the bed—the same bed still rumpled and smelling faintly of betrayal. With one smooth motion he untied my silk wrap dress and let it pool at my feet. I stood before him in nothing but black lace lingerie and sky-high heels.

Adrian’s eyes darkened with raw hunger.

“Fuck, look at you.” He palmed my full breasts through the lace, thumbs circling my already hard nipples. “My son never deserved these. Never deserved any of you.”

He unclasped my bra with practiced ease, letting my heavy breasts spill free. Lowering his head, he sucked one stiff peak into his hot mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly while his hand kneaded the other. I arched with a whimper, fingers threading through his silver hair.

Adrian spent long, luxurious minutes worshipping my tits—licking, sucking, biting just hard enough to make me gasp—until my nipples were swollen and glistening, my pussy throbbing and soaked.

Only then did he drop to one knee.

He hooked his fingers in my lace thong and dragged it down my legs slowly, eyes locked on mine the entire time.

“Step out, baby.”

I did. Naked now except for the heels.

Adrian spread my thighs with strong hands and leaned in. His first long, slow lick from my dripping entrance to my swollen clit made my knees buckle.

“Oh my God—”

“That’s right,” he murmured against my soaked folds. “This pussy is mine now. So fucking wet already. You’ve been craving a real man, haven’t you?”

He devoured me.

No hesitation. No teasing. Adrian Beckett ate my pussy like a starving man at a feast—broad, flat strokes of his tongue, then tight circles around my clit, then sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth while two thick fingers slid deep inside me, curling against my G-spot with devastating accuracy.

My hands flew to his hair, hips grinding against his face as filthy, wet sounds filled the penthouse.

“Fuck— Adrian— oh shit, your tongue—”

He pulled back just enough to growl, “Call me what you really want to call me when I’m between your legs.”

“Daddy,” I moaned shamelessly. “Please, Daddy— don’t stop—”

Adrian groaned in approval and doubled down. He fucked me with his fingers hard and fast while his mouth sealed around my clit, sucking rhythmically. The pressure built impossibly fast.

“I’m— I’m gonna—”

“Come on my tongue, sweetheart. Let me taste how much better I am than my worthless son.”

The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave. I screamed, thighs clamping around his head as I came hard, gushing onto his tongue and chin. Adrian didn’t stop— he licked me through every pulsing wave, drawing it out until I was shaking and whimpering.

Only when I was limp did he rise, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were feral.

“On the bed. On your back. Legs spread. I want to watch every inch of my cock disappear into this greedy little cunt.”

I obeyed instantly, climbing onto the bed that was supposed to be my marital bed. I spread my thighs wide, heels still on, pussy glistening and twitching from my first orgasm.

Adrian stripped with deliberate slowness. Jacket. Vest. Shirt. Every inch revealed carved, powerful muscle dusted with silver hair across his broad chest. When he finally shoved his trousers and boxers down, my mouth went dry.

His cock was massive.

Thicker and longer than Damien’s by a noticeable margin. Heavy, veined, with a wide, flushed head already leaking precum. It curved slightly upward, promising to hit places his son never could.

“Like what you see, baby?” Adrian stroked himself slowly, spreading the precum over the head. “This is what a real man brings to the table. Gonna stretch this tight pussy so good you’ll never want anyone else.”

He crawled over me, caging me in with his powerful body. The head of his cock nudged my slick entrance.

“Beg for it.”

My voice was wrecked. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Ruin me. I need your cock so bad—”

Adrian thrust forward in one smooth, relentless stroke.

My back arched off the bed with a broken cry as he buried every thick inch inside me. The stretch was exquisite, borderline painful in the most delicious way. He bottomed out, heavy balls pressed against my ass, and held still, letting me feel every pulsing inch.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, forehead pressed to mine. “So much tighter than I imagined. This pussy was made for me.”

He started moving.

Slow, deep rolls of his hips at first—pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt, grinding against my clit with every thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of my soaked pussy taking his cock filled the room.

My nails raked down his back. “Harder— please— fuck me harder, Daddy—”

Adrian’s control snapped beautifully.

He hooked my legs over his elbows, folding me in half, and started pounding me. Deep, brutal strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. Every thrust knocked the breath from my lungs.

“That’s it— take Daddy’s cock like a good little girl,” he growled, voice rough with lust. “This pussy belongs to me now. Say it.”

“It’s yours— oh fuck— my pussy is yours, Daddy!”

He fucked me through my second orgasm like it was nothing—kept hammering into me as I clenched and gushed around his pistoning cock, my screams echoing off the glass windows.

Adrian flipped me onto my stomach without pulling out, yanked my hips up, and took me from behind like an animal. One hand fisted in my hair, the other spanking my ass hard enough to leave red handprints.

“Look at you— dripping down my balls. My son could never fuck you like this, could he?”

“No— never— only you— fuck, I’m cumming again—”

My third orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision whited out. I squirted around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath us.

Adrian pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back again, and straddled my chest.

“Open.”

I obeyed, tongue out.

He stroked his glistening cock twice and came with a deep, guttural groan—thick, rope after rope of hot cum painting my tongue, my lips, my tits. I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping down my chin obscenely.

But Adrian wasn’t done.

He was still rock hard.

He slid back down my body, pushed my legs wide again, and sank back into my cum-slick pussy in one thrust.

“Round two, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow. Until every time you sit down for the next week you remember exactly whose cock ruined this pretty cunt.”

He fucked me for hours.

Missionary while whispering filthy praise. Doggy while spanking my ass raw. Me riding him reverse cowgirl, his hands guiding my hips as I bounced on his thick cock, screaming his name. He made me cum so many times I lost count—on his tongue again, on his fingers, on his cock while he choked me lightly with one powerful hand.

At one point he carried me to the windows, pressed my naked body against the cool glass overlooking New York City, and fucked me standing up while the entire skyline bore witness.

By the time the sky began to lighten with dawn, I was a wrecked, cum-drenched mess—covered in bite marks, handprints, and Adrian’s seed leaking from my swollen, well-fucked pussy.

Adrian lay beside me, still inside me, lazily grinding as aftershocks trembled through my body.

He brushed damp hair from my forehead and kissed me softly, a shocking contrast to the brutal claiming he’d just delivered.

“You’re mine now, Tessa,” he murmured, voice low and possessive. “No more games. No more boys pretending to be men. I’m going to spoil you, fuck you, and protect you like you deserve. And my son? He’s going to spend the rest of his life knowing exactly what he lost.”

I smiled, exhausted, sated, and utterly claimed.

I turned my head and kissed the silver stubble on his jaw.

“Good,” I whispered. “Because I never want to belong to anyone else again.”

Adrian’s cock twitched inside me, already hardening for another round.

“Then get on your knees, sweetheart. Daddy’s not finished ruining you yet.”