Or He Will–1
I’m assuming that because he put the plug in me, that he wants to see it, right?
I suck my lower lip into my mouth and quietly turn around. I lean into my hand by his
thighs and line his cock at my entrance once more.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I run it across my clit and finally give myself the satisfaction by slowly lowering onto him. His length enters me slowly and I gasp, giving myself time to stretch and take him in.
“Fuck,” the desperate whisper leaves my lips.
My legs tremble, my chest heaving as I sit there with his cock all the way inside me. My body shudders and I will myself to move.
My stomach coils, the pussy throbbing.
My skin slaps against his, and quickly, uncontrolled moans are leaving my lips.
I feel Aiden shift beneath me, a groan leaving his lips before his hands grasp my ass
cheeks to spread them.
“Fuck, this is a much better sight than I imagined.” His voice is rough, deep, broken.
It makes my pussy flutter, the pain in my stomach coils tighter. “I’m going to come.”
Aiden chuckles. “Already?”
My thighs burn, my breath shaky. If only he knew that this orgasm has been hours in the making. I might have only been riding his cock for a minute, but my entire body has been preparing for this all day.
I shatter completely, crying as I contract and pulse around him. He takes over, flipping us so that he is on top, and throws my leg over his waist before hammering into me
relentlessly.
He thrusts and then stills, grunting as he spills hot seed inside me. I’m whimpering, trying to catch my breath and I cup his face, kissing him slowly and languidly, enjoying the light flutters of my clit as I come down from the ecstasy.
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“Anytime you want to wake me up like that, be my guest, baby,” he whispers huskily against my neck.
I lay beside him, not even bothering to get up to clean myself. I let his cum drip out of me and onto my thighs as I doze off into a dreamless, deep sleep.
The sun is high in the sky when I slip out of bed, careful not to wake Aiden. He’s still heavily asleep beside me, and it takes me a few attempts to get his arm off my waist.
My limbs feel heavy, my mind hazy with sleep as I head to my room and grab a fresh change of clothes. I slip back out to the hallways to shower and the emptiness makes me blow out a breath of relief.
I step inside the bathroom, shut the door, and lean against it.
The mirror reflects tired eyes and swollen lips, proof of my countless orgasms.
I turn the shower on and let the steam fill the space around me. My fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, ready to peel it off when the door opens.
I gasp, spinning around, my pulse leaping into my throat.
Jake stands in the doorway, chest rising and falling unevenly, his dark hair a mess like
he’s been running his hands through it over and over. His dark eyes, sharp, burning, desperate, lock onto mine.
“Jake-”
Before I can say another word, he’s on me.
His hands cradle my face, his lips crashing into mine, and I barely have time to breathe
before I’m melting into him. The bathroom door clicks shut behind him, sealing us inside,
trapping the heat between our bodies.
God, these Matthews men are wringing me of every inch of self control and energy.
His kiss is deep, consuming, like he’s been starving for this, for me. His hands move, one gripping my waist, the other tangling in my hair as he tilts my head back, kissing me harder. A whimper escapes me and he groans in response, lifting me onto the counter in
one smooth motion.
