Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I rub her clit as I hold myself deep inside of her, feeling her adjusting to my size, massaging my shaft.
I lean forward, whispering into her ear. “You’re going to cream all over my cock before I even start fucking your perfect body,” I snarl. “Don’t say a goddamn word. Just come for me, Aurora.”
I rub her clit furiously, my cock like steel even without the friction of thrusting in and out. Just being inside of her is enough, feeling her body hold mine like she doesn’t want to let go.
She almost stumbles forward, so I wrap my other arm around her, one hand on her clit, one on her chest. Her cheeks burn, and her body trembles.
When the orgasm strikes, I almost think I’m finished. Her pussy pulsates around my shaft as if coaxing a release out of me. I squeeze her tits, softly bite the back of her neck.
She moans, shifting away from me.
“You’re dying to be fucked,” I groan.
“Only by you, sir,” she whimpers.
My balls throb, my seed begging for a release. I grip her hips and slide out of her, looking down to see my shaft gliding from her hole, covered in her juices. I slide back in, slowly at first, then pick up speed.
She bounces in time with me, pushing her ass against my abs and then falling forward slightly when I glide out. In the mirrors, her eyes are wild with lust. There’s no doubt on her face.
She needs this as badly as I do.
I look at my hands buried in her thick hips. She’s so perfect, it drives me nuts. So much of her to grab. There can never be too much Aurora.
I fuck her faster, relishing the sounds my soaked cock makes as I drive inside of her, the wet collision of our insatiable bodies.
When she stumbles again, I slip out of her. She spins to me quickly, looking devastated.
I never would have guessed she told me we’re ending things today from the look on her face. She looks as if she never wants this to end.
CHAPTER 25
AURORA
Ishould want him to stop. Take control. To end things.
But when he slips out of me, I turn to him with a harsh feeling of rejection punching me in the gut.
His manhood is massive, glistening with my wetness. Somehow, the sexiest part about him is his eyes, the unashamed hunger in them. He looks at me as if nothing else exists.
Not the past. Not the future. Not the murder. Not my problem. And not his.
Just us.
He smirks. “Do you seriously think I could stop before I’ve flooded your tight hole?”
“Then what are you doing, sir?”
His answer is to grab my ass and lift me off my feet. He sets me down on the counter and tears my pants and underwear off from around my ankles, freeing my legs. I moan and wrap my legs around him as he guides his cock to my entrance again.
The mirror was hot, even though I was unsure at first, but this is better.
With the counter supporting me, I’m able to grip the back of his neck, pull him in for a kiss. His cock pounds in and out of me relentlessly. I do my best to keep up, but soon his pace turns into animal savagery.
He pounds into me and all I can do is rock with the motion of his urgent thrusts, my core tingling, my clit throbbing, everything getting warm, prickly, and undeniable.
I grab his shoulders, doing my best not to let out a scream of pure pleasure. Euphoria builds in my core and flows through my body. He grunts and moans into my ear, husky and raspy, getting close to an explosion.
“Come for me, sir,” I gasp, kissing his neck.
“Not—until—you…”
He can’t finish the sentence, he’s too close.
I pray the bell doesn’t ring from upstairs, interrupting us. I pray we can finish this together.
Even if I know deep down this is a mistake.
I push the thought away, focusing. Our bodies move together as one, with more sexual chemistry than I’ve ever experienced. No fumbling, no awkwardness, perfect rhythm as we tear off our metaphorical masks and give in to our true desires.
“Sir.” I gasp. “Come for me. Come in me.”
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Oh, fuck, fuck.”
“Please, sir.”
“You—first,” he grunts. “That’s… an… order…”
I buck my hips faster, almost certain I feel his cock growing harder and bigger inside of me. I can sense his release getting ready to erupt. It’s like our bodies are speaking to each other.
Insane thoughts, fine, but that’s how it feels.
Soon, thinking becomes impossible. All I can do is feel him filling me up, obliterating doubt, regret, and anxiety for the future. There is no future. Just his heat and his ownership.
He owns me.
That’s the thought that drives me toward a second orgasm. I’ve never been one for multiple orgasms. Hell, coming once has always been a struggle, but not with Raiden.