I shove her perfect thighs, replacing my finger with my hard, throbbing cock. Still wet from her spit, I slide into her tight warmth easily and relax. Home.
I never want to stop seeing her like this, trapped and pinned underneath me. I have complete control, just how I like it. Me taking her. The way her hair fans out on her floor is almost hauntingly beautiful. My cock pleasures her to the point her eyes roll in the back of her head, telling me just why she will never leave me again.
My frame is massive compared to her. I know she says she’s bigger or whatever, but fuck, she’s just perfect. I’m tempted to grab her hips, squeezing them as I ram into her tight pussy. As much as I want to hear her sweet sounds, I keep a hand over her mouth while I fuck her.
I pull out after making my girl cum multiple times. Looking into her eyes, I stroke my cock with one hand while lightly wrapping the other around her throat. She smiles when I squeeze lightly. I’m so fucking honored this sweet girl is a freak for me. I release myself onto the hardwood flooring beside her body. It’s a hard decision; her face or the floor. But I know she likes punishments.
“Clean it,” I whisper demandingly, enjoying how she shivers from the heat of my breath.
She bites her lip before leaning over to grab a towel from the laundry basket. She wipes my cum off her floor like a good girl. I’m thankful the sliver of moonlight allows me to see her blush.
I pick her up and place her on the bed once she’s done and lay down next to her. I admire her perfect body. The way her curves sink into the soft bedding, and how her breasts are the perfect size, and so perky. I bite my lip, stopping myself from assaulting them with my teeth. She would look good with my teeth marks ravishing her chest.
Instead, I focus on the lock. “This means I own you.” I twirl the delicate gold lock between my long fingers.
She gives me a curious look before realization fills her perfect face. “It’s a lock.”
I put my name on it for that very reason. She’s owned by me, as I am her. Now anyone will see my fucking name above her perfect tits. Good.
I smirk. “It shows that you’re taken. I have the key, and it will always stay locked.” I trail kisses down her jawline and to the tops of her exposed breasts.
“Always.”
Seventeen
Ican barely speak after last night, my throats sore. It was amazing and I want to do it again soon.
“Need anything before I go honey?”
Mom breaks me out of my trance, and I cough once, quietly telling her no.
“Bye, Aiden! I’m not sure if you’ll be here when I get back, but it was nice to see you again.” She directs her soft gaze at me. “Emma, don’t forget we have dinner plans with the Millers and Aiden if you’ll still be here it would be lovely if you joined us.”
I look over at Aiden, noting a mask of anger on his face before his demeanor goes back to his usual coolness. “Actually, I think we’re going to head back.” I gesture back towards the door and Mom gives a mock pout.
Aiden surprises me then. “I would love to go Miss. Banks. We’ll head back to the city after, right, Em?”
I nod, confused as to why he wants to stay.
“I’ll see you two tonight!” She wraps me in a tight hug before leaving.
I bolt for coffee, needing something warm for the ache in my throat. Aiden beats me to it, handing me a warm mug. It’s not coffee.
He smirks, kissing me gently. “Sore throat?”
I blush furiously.
“Tea with honey. I made it after I heard you get out of bed. Thank God I didn’t fuck you on it. That thing creaks!”
I bring the mug to my lips, hiding my red cheeks. I sip the warm tea, sighing as it soothes my throat. I study Aiden with appreciative eyes, even in the early morning, with his bed head and bunched up shirt, he looks like a beautiful disaster.
I pull my lower lip between my teeth as images from last night flash in my mind and a dull ache grows between my legs. A low growl emanates from his chest as he backs me against the counter, capturing me in a kiss filled with such possessiveness that I shudder under his wandering hands. “Careful.” I tell him, reminding him of his wounds that he keeps forgetting about.
Aiden sets my coffee cup on the counter before grabbing my thighs and lifting me onto the counter. I yelp as he impatiently spreads my legs apart. I run my hands through his messy hair as he plants wet kisses along my jawline. It is unlike his normal behavior. There’s no rhythmic motion to his actions, no hands sliding lustfully along my body. It’s as though he lost control.
His eyes are wild as his rough hands grip and squeeze every inch of me possessively. He grabs the back of my neck and angles my head back, providing himself with a clear view of my neck.
I moan as he sucks on the sensitive nape of my neck. I pull away to catch my breath. “You can’t give me a hickey now!” I swat playfully at him.
He groans, his wild emerald eyes raking up and down my body. “Why the fuck not?”
When I move to close my legs, he places two firm hands on them, stopping them from moving. “Do not close your legs, Em. Open.” He kisses my lips softly. “Open for me, Em. You always keep them open, sweet girl.” He grips my thighs. “For me.”
I bite my lip, as the ache grows, and desire floods my body.
He glances down at my hardened nipples and growls. “That’s it.”
Yanking my panties and shorts off, he nudges my legs open and takes me on the counter. He holds me tight, leaving his marks on me. I struggle to pull away, not wanting him to leave marks where Mom can see. Yet he keeps trying.
Growing impatient, Aiden wraps my hair around his hand and tugs my head to the side roughly and firmly. He bites and sucks possessively on the tender skin of my neck, his harsh stubble scratching me in the most pleasant way. His grunts and moans stoke a burning sensation in my stomach.
I want to argue with him, to pull away or push him away. But the way his fingers gently slide over my panties, stroking my clit, turns me into a speechless mess. Besides, my throat hurts too much to protest.
I glance in the mirror after he’s satisfied, grazing my fingers along the sore skin. My neck is dotted with markings.
He wraps his arms around my waist and growls into my ear, his voice earthy and husky. “You’ll be sorry if you put any makeup on that tonight.”
What is that about?
Aiden
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If it isn’t for the text Emma received after falling asleep in my arms, I wouldn’t be going to this fucking dinner party. But he needs to see that she’s spoken for.
The number wasn’t saved but the second I read it; I knew who it was.
‘Can’t wait to see you tomorrow night.’
I laugh. He has no idea whose girl he’s texting. It’s innocent enough but the next text made my blood boil.
‘Maybe you can stay over after dinner? I want to see you bite that lip again ;)’
I almost woke her up to interrogate her but she’s tired and I trust her. I still remember her whimpers and small screams last night as she slept, probably from a nightmare. I played with her hair as she calmed down.
I wait for Emma to come downstairs so we can head over to this idiot’s house. So help me, God, if she walks down in anything other than a very conservative dress, I’m telling her to change. Thankfully, she doesn’t, and she looks adorable.