Chapter 81
Chapter 81
First initiative “No, Aaron- It’s too deep…”
I moaned while I straddled him. His cock was pressing deep into my pussy, and I felt pain and pleasure
at the same time. Still, this position was so deep that I was worried he would actually push inside of my
womb. I lifted my hips to try to change to a more comfortable position, but Aaron stubbornly pulled me
back down hard onto his cock.
My mind went blank and I saw stars.
I had no choice but to press my hand against his abs for support. My pussy clenched tightly, and I saw
Aaron’s lips part as he gasped. It was obvious he was enjoying my tense spasms. Even the skin on his
chest was flushed red.
He squeezed my ass and praised me. “Fuck, baby… Keep doing that.”
I blushed at his compliment, but despite my embarrassment, I felt a sense of accomplishment. In an
instant, I was filled with the desire to take control of the man underneath me. Maybe it was the alcohol
that was making me feel so shameless…
I slowly raised my hips and dropped them again. Even though my movements were awkward, Aaron
seemed to be enjoying it. He smiled and kissed me before he held my waist with both hands. He lifted
me slightly, then he quickly started to thrust up into me. I gripped his arms tightly and moaned, lost in
his
movements.
Gradually, I caught on to his rhythm, and I started bouncing
on my own. My panting, Aaron’s low groans, and the slapping of flesh resonated through the room.
To be honest, I didn’t think I was a good partner in bed. When I was with Vincent before, sex always felt
like a chore. I never enjoyed it, and I only let it happen because I thought that that was how it was
supposed to be. I didn’t even want to try new positions. Now, here I was sitting on top and rocking back
and forth. It wasn’t until I met Aaron–until I explored with Aaron- that sex started to feel like lovemaking.
Maybe it wasn’t just the sex that made me feel excited around him… But my mind was too muddled to
linger on the topic. Right now, I felt like I was going to die straddling Aaron, with his cock buried deep
inside me.
After slamming my hips down one last time, my entire body stiffened and I felt my pussy squeeze hard
around him. My legs trembled and my juices spilled down my inner thighs as I
came.
I collapsed on top of Aaron, not having the strength to move a muscle.
“I love you so much…” Aaron wrapped his arms around me and kissed my ear. His voice was gentle
and tender as if he’d found some sort of treasure.
I gasped, overwhelmed with joy. Before I could say anything, Aaron had already started round two.
“No more- I can’t… Aaron, stop,” I begged. I dug my nails into his skin, feeling overstimulated by his
motions.
He clearly wasn’t finished with me yet. He squeezed my ass
cheeks hard enough to leave red fingerprints behind. “This is my pussy,” he growled. “And I’m gonna
fuck it all night long.”
His filthy words only made me more excited. I started to think I’d lost my mind.
I wasn’t sure when I finally fell asleep, but the last thing I remember was Aaron lying on top of me.
When I woke up in the early hours of the morning, my voice was so hoarse that I couldn’t speak.
Aaron came over, topless, and handed me a glass of warm milk. “Here. Drink this.”
“Thanks,” I croaked, and I was surprised by my raspiness.
Aaron couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I glared at him, and that was when I noticed the red scratch
marks all over his chest and arms. I also saw the dark hickeys on his neck. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!
I did that.
God, I did that?!
My mind was a mess of scrambled thoughts. The memories of last night flooded my head like a rushing
tide, and I wanted to hide under the covers.
Aaron noticed my wide eyes and looked down at himself. “What are you looking at? Did you want to
add to my
collection?”
“No, no, no!” I hastily shook my head. “Uh… I mean- I think you should wear a scarf.”
Aaron raised his hand and touched his neck, then he
shrugged indifferently, “I don’t want to. In fact, I think I wanna show these off to Vincent.”
I gaped at him in disbelief. “You’re insane.”
Even though I knew he was joking, part of me was still nervous. Aaron would absolutely do something
like that.
While we were having breakfast, Aaron stared at me from across the table.
I wiped my mouth on a paper towel and frowned. “Why do you keep staring at me? You haven’t even
touched your crepes.”
Aaron winked at me and pushed his plate away. “I’d rather eat you.”