My muscles lock together. Oh, shit. It’s never good when he’s pissed off.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He runs the towel up and down my breasts, making me squirm and gravitate towards him. “How do you want me to do it?”
Any way will do.
“I can take you against the wall. You’ll wrap your legs around my waist like a good girl, won’t you, sweetheart?”
I bite down on my bottom lip. The double assault of his dirty words and his touch make me delirious.
“And then I’ll pound inside you so hard, you’d scrape your back against the wall. Or I can take you on the floor on all fours until your knees bruise from how hard I’ll thrust in and out of your tight pussy. Hmm. Choices.”
His hand roams down my stomach, to the apex of my thighs and glides over my folds. “Hmm. You’re soaked.”
My eyes flutter closed briefly. I’m burning and his touch is like spilling gasoline on the fire.
More.
I need more.
He parts my folds with his finger. My head falls on his shoulder with a soft moan.
“You love it when I touch you here, don’t you, sweetheart?”
I have no words to say so I let my whimper answer his question.
“You love it when I work you up until you scream, don’t you?”
I grip his shoulder for balance as he runs his fingers up and down, touching me everywhere except for where I need him the most.
“You love when I make you come, don’t you?” He turns me around and pushes me against the bed. I fall face down with a gasp, my cheek hitting the soft mattress.
He wraps a hand under my stomach and pulls me up so I’m on my hands and knees.
I’m shaking, sweating, and feeling stimulated more than I’ve ever been before.
I’m ready to beg when Aiden thrusts balls deep inside me in one go.
I cry out as his length fills me to the rim. With this position, it’s like being stretched open all over again.
There’s a sick type of pleasure that comes with the pain and the intensity that Aiden always brings.
It’s crazy.
It’s out of control.
And I crave it more than I like to admit.
He grabs a fist full of my hair as his other hand clutches me harshly by the hip. He pulls on my hair until I’m staring at the ceiling.
His thrusts start slow and moderated, making me moan. My fingers sink into the sheets, and my eyes roll to the back of my head with each roll of his hips. He alternates between clutching my hips and flicking, pinching, and twisting my nipple.
“Oh… A-Aiden…”
The building intensifies like a hurricane and pulls me to its centre.
“Ahhhh…” I come with a deep moan.
The orgasm takes me by surprise. I feel cherished. Almost… worshipped.