The impending orgasm is renewed and more looming than before. I’m incapable of grinding back into his face like I want, so I’m helpless against his lashing tongue. “Zade, please,” I beg, my eyes crossing from the pleasure. “Does my little mouse want to come?” he asks, his own voice breathless and uneven. I would call him a liar if he ever tried to deny his desire for me, but that’s the thing about Zade—he's never tried to hide how much he wants me. He’s never sugarcoated or denied the fact that he desperately craves me. “Yes,” I plead on a groan. He pulls away, and I scream at him in frustration, pounding my fist against the floor. Fury from being denied a second time overwhelms me, and I thrash against his hold. He laughs at my attempt. “You motherfucking ass—” He interrupts my tirade by seating himself inside me, his balls slapping against the sensitive nub. I choke on my words, this angle allowing him in far deeper than before. I arch my back and dig my nails into the floor, clawing at the dirty tile as he relentlessly pounds into me. He grabs my hair and snaps my head back roughly, forcing me to look in the mirrors directly in front of me and watch him fuck me. “You want to come all over my cock, baby?” I nod my head frantically. He smiles in response. “Have you been my good little girl?” Another wobbly nod. “Then fucking say it, Adeline.” I clench around him when I hear my full name spoken in his gravelly tenor. “[’m your good little girl,” I breathe, too far gone to feel anything but blinding lust. He molds his front to my back, spearing through my tightening pussy. The hand in my hair travels down around my throat and squeezes tight while his other palm splays across my flat stomach. “Tonight is just practice but I promise you, little mouse, this body wil/ be carrying all my babies one day,” he snarls, teeth gnashing. His image blurs as my eyes roll and the tsunami wave finally crashes through me. I scream so loud, the noise nearly rattles the mirrors. Zade's name spills from my lips on a neurotic chant as my entire world combusts into tiny pieces. “Fuck! That’s it, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight, milk my fucking cock,” Zade grinds out. He ends his sentence on a roar, his hips shuddering as he slams into me one last time, filling me with his seed until I can no longer fit anymore inside of me.