40. Aaron
FORTY
AARON
I look between my dick—still as large as I’ve ever seen it, pre-cum dripping out the tip, on the brink of a release my balls are begging for—and my gorgeous girlfriend, spread out on the kitchen island in front of me, looking like a pornographic dream brought to life, and way too smug for my liking.
This might be the first time I’m fully speechless, but I’m struggling to put together the pieces of this puzzle. We were fucking. I made her come, hard. She pushed me back, hard. And now I’m left with my dick in my hand, literally , trying to figure out where I went wrong.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Sometimes I wish you would, just a little…” I file that tidbit away for unpacking later. “But no, you were perfect.”
“Then…” I trail off, unsure of what’s happening. My fingers sink into my own hair, gripping it tightly, as I stare at her, white-hot need radiating from my pores.
Her eyes flare at the sight. “Don’t worry, Stone. I’m gonna take care of you. I’ll give you what you need.” My words from before sound mocking when she throws them back at me, but that playful edge to her tone gets me so fucking hot.
It’s when she keeps going that I want to make her pay for her words. “But I wasn’t ready for this to be over. I need at least three more before we’re done here.” She points down at her pussy, pink, glossy, looking like my next meal, before one of her hands comes up to grip her breast in it, and my eyes home in on the way she plays with her nipple, a growl escaping me at the taunt.
My hands drop back down as I fully register her words. I prowl closer to her, ready to make her eat those damn words and take back over my privilege of handling her body, giving her just what she needs.
“Are you insinuating that I can’t keep up with your needs, Gem?” My brows are arched, and if she weren’t feeling so frisky right now, she might take heed of the danger in my tone. But she’s feeling mighty confident after that orgasm I just gave her, and if she thinks she can insult my abilities as her man , she’s got another thing coming. Me .
Her eyes roam my frame, her tongue flicking out to lick her lower lip when she sees the state of my obvious arousal, my need for her to finish what we started, and my cock twitches in my left hand. I guide it to her inner thigh, pressing it against her and wiping the tip along her leg, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake, taking pride in the way her eyes jump at the sight.
“No,” she breathes out, and she seems earnest. “I just wasn’t ready to be done yet. I need more of you.”
Something dark stirs within me and my words come out with some gravel. “Trust me, we aren’t done yet, baby. In fact, we won’t be done until you’re begging me for a break from the pleasure, and I might not let you off the hook even then.”
Her throat bobs against my right hand where it grips her there, and if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say she’s starting to realize the monster she’s created with that little act she pulled. I let a smirk cross my face. “You should know by now that I’m not a one-pump chump. I’ll be good to go again. And again.”
I meant it. I’m not letting her off my dick, my tongue or my fingers until I’m satisfied she’s satisfied. Whatever that takes.
And with that, I bring two fingers to her thigh, swiping up the mess I left there and shoving it inside of her. “This belongs inside of you,” I tell her, loving the way her eyes roll back in her head when my fingers seek out her spot in seconds, rubbing her just the way she needs it. I bring my thumb up to press on her clit and alternate between circling her swollen bud and stroking her g-spot until her thighs start to tremble around my hips for the third time this morning, and it’s not even ten o’clock yet. It’s gonna be a good fucking day.
I pull my fingers out and before she has the chance to complain, I replace them with something much larger. I make sure she knows how I feel about her unintended slight through my pace, how hard and how deep I’m filling her, until I’m sure she won’t make that mistake again. I’ve told her before and I’ll keep reminding her every day for the rest of our lives, if needed, I’m her man, and I will always take care of her.
Besides, me edging her again is just a little bit of payback for her doing it to me minutes ago. And we both know she gets off on me doing shit like that to her, anyway. She comes so much harder after a couple of rounds of it. I don’t hate watching her go through it, either.
But I’m following through with my promise now, and within another minute, I’ve got her back on the verge of another release. I’m pumping into her furiously, for all I’m worth, not stopping until her eyes are on mine, her mouth is open on a silent moan, we’re both trembling from the onslaught of pleasure and I’ve filled her up with my release.
I lean in to give her a deep kiss before pulling myself out of her carefully, admiring the way my cum runs out of her, down her center and onto the counter beneath. Fuck, that’s hot. I’m gonna have a kitchen counter kink now, get hard every time I look at one, and it’s all her fault.
I use a thumb to swipe up some of what dripped out of her and smear it over her again, smirking when her legs twitch as I make contact once more with her sensitized clit. Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing her covered in me. Might actually just stay hard right now, ready to make another mess all over her in another minute or two.
Turning around, I head toward the bedroom once again and only pause to look back over my shoulder when she calls out to me, incredulous.
“Where are you going?”
My eyes turn hungry as they make their way down her frame, to the growing puddle between her legs. “I never got my breakfast.”
She looks puzzled for a few seconds, seeing the mess of the breakfast she’d made for us all over my poor kitchen, before she realizes my intent. The wink I shot her with those words probably helped clear up her confusion, and she hops off the counter and does this kind of waddle-run hybrid to follow me to the shower while she tries not to make a mess on the way.
It’s there where I take my time cleaning every single inch of her, then devouring her on my knees as I’d originally planned. I might drag it out, bringing her to the brink two or three times before I finally follow through. When her thighs are squeezing my face for all they’re worth in the throes of her release, and I have to peel them apart and hold her legs open to keep lapping at her core, she’s finally begging me for that break, just like I promised she would be. But she doesn’t get it then. Because I’m a man of my word now, and just like I promised, I’m ready for the next round, and that’s when I pull her out of the shower, bend her over the bathroom sink, and we watch each other in the mirror with a level of fascination I’ve never shared with another before as I fuck her twice more before I finally order that breakfast she teased me with on DoorDash. We both earned it this morning.