Adam was loud and forceful, just the way she liked it. She begged for more and he gave in to her demands over and over.
The blonde (he didn’t know her name as he had just randomly picked her up two hours ago) had her eyes closed in concentration, her oversized, fake breasts bouncing from side to side as she straddled him. Adam kept his deep brown eyes focused on her lips and neck, licking his own lips hungrily. He had already had her once tonight – pressing her hard against the living room wall - and he would likely have her again.
Adam could sense that she was close, as was he, and pulled her off of him, pushing her to the ground, demanding that she take him in her mouth. He grabbed her at her hair roughly, forcing himself even further inside of her, groaning.
Moments later she rose to her feet expectantly. Adam responded by reaching for the remote and turning on the television. The blonde folded her arms across her chest and turned to sit. Adam reached over and slapped her bare ass with his open palm. Jesus, she was gorgeous.
Then again he wasn’t too shabby himself. At twenty two Adam had grown into the body that seemed over sized throughout grade school and high school. His shaggy brown hair fell just over his eyes and highlighted his strong, square jaw. Comparable to an older Zac Effron he could pretty much get any woman he wanted, especially lately. The night he first discovered that he had this power was the night that his obsession began: women, and plenty of them. He stopped making new friends and cut off all contact with his long time friends when he realized that they were, in the end, just a distraction. It was all about the women. The blondes and brunettes, the redheads, the single or engaged, married or recently separated, eighteen or thirty-four it made no difference as long as they were ready and willing. He had no patience for foreplay, wanted to get in and out, refused any form of pre or post physical contact and was pleasantly surprised by the number of women willing to abide by these unwritten, unspoken rules. Maybe they were just as horny as him, or much more believably, simply wanted the company and the attention.
Women, to Adam, were beautiful creatures of nature that held the power to all at once show you a great time and suck the life right out of you. They were perfect until they wanted something from him; a kiss, a commitment, or non-sexual attention. Of course he never told them how beautiful they were – and they were always beautiful, he wouldn’t sleep with them otherwise. Unless he felt that he could get another round or two out of them he sent them home within three minutes post orgasm. He never gave them his number – never took theirs either – and never, ever kissed them goodbye.
By the age of twenty-two, Adam Fraser had slept with over one hundred and twenty women, and he had loved every single one of them.
He stares at the resting blonde beside him: at her breasts and stomach and thighs. She is possibly one of the sexiest women that he has ever been with and she knows it. She turns towards him then and with her eyes locked on his reaches for him. It takes only seconds before he becomes hard in her small hand.
This is why he loves women like her. They suck, fondle and moan and he barely has to say two words. They would never know why he is the way he is.
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