Stronger.
Harder.
So if, one day, he wants to get rid of me, he wouldn’t be able to.
Just like I’m unable to erase him from my mind, heart, and soul.
“Are you going to open that mouth for me, sweetheart?” he asks with a spark in his eyes.
I nod once.
“You’re going to take me deep in your throat like never before?”
I swallow and nod again.
“You’ll make me come, hmm?”
His dirty talk draws tingles at the base of my stomach. It’s about him, but it doesn’t make much difference.
Instead of answering him with words, I open my mouth.
Still clutching the base with my hands, I take him as far as I can and suck hard like he always told me to.
Aiden likes everything hard and rough, even a blowjob.
His fingers thread into my hair and he pulls the band free, letting the blonde strands cascade on my shoulders.
A groan rips from his throat, the masculine sound echoing all around us.
My heartbeat escalates at the thought that someone will hear or see us.
I fasten my pace, my movements frantic and somewhat all over the place.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He grunts. “That mouth of yours is mine. Only mine.”
I nod, licking and sucking him in. My jaw hurts and so do my knees from kneeling on the hard asphalt, but I don’t stop.
I can’t even if I wanted to.
Aiden is letting me control the rhythm for the first time in... ever.
He rocks his hips and clutches me by the hair, but he’s not thrusting to the back of my throat or fucking my mouth.
He’s letting me please him as I see best.
“You’re getting good at that, sweetheart.” He grunts with an appreciative sound.
I continue with fast strokes.
He’s close.
I can feel it in the hard way he fists my hair.
In the stiffness of his muscles.
He thrusts in my mouth a few times, but they’re not brutalising. It’s more like he’s chasing his orgasm.
A taste of precum drips on my tongue.