Chapter 19
Mia
I’ve only been kissed by one man, ever. A boy, really, the night of Nicola’s assault.
I was supposed to stay with her. We were going to have a girls’ night.
But I liked Connor Christenson. He invited me to a frat party, so I left Nic and went.
Connor got drunk and we made out that night, but something was off.
He was too gentle when he kissed me, his hands were too hesitant as he touched me, and I just wasn’t turned on by him. I went home dissatisfied and confused.
After I found out about Nicola, the thought of intimacy with any man revolted me.
It was a reminder that I left her that night.
Left her for nothing. So, it’s insane that two years later, a man who I genuinely want to hate so badly, who represents the club responsible for her death, fuels an uncontrollable fire in me.
The kind I can’t say no to. His kiss was only a dark promise of what more he can offer.
My core throbs, already desperate for him as he undoes his belt with one hand, slow enough that every movement ignites a new sort of frenzy in me, and then he’s pulling it from the loops so fast, it makes a snapping sound as it drops to the floor.
I’m mesmerized as he undoes the button and drags the zipper down with the same hand.
For the first time, I abandon all shame—as if I had a choice—and I admit to myself that I want Aiden Foxx. It’s unthinkable because if he is a ruthless monster, what does that make me?
Regardless, I fly straight through the gates of hell as I drop to my knees, and his eyes heat as I obey him. Giving in, I’m eager for his next command. My hands rest on his thick thighs, I’m breathless and ready, and God help me, I feel truly alive for the first time in my life.
Aiden’s hand comes down, brushing wisps of hair from my face.
“Take my cock out, Mia.”
I slide my hands up, not even knowing what I’m doing, just letting my body guide me as I tug at his black boxers with shaky fingers. The bulge beneath is very apparent as I pull them down just enough for his huge, solid cock to spring free.
I’ve never seen a cock like this, not even in porn. He’s big and thick, laden with veins, and under his crown, and then again at the base, on the underside of his shaft, are two barbells. My eyes widen in surprise, precum leaks from his tip, and my mouth waters.
Aiden drags his thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it down before dropping his cock against my mouth, so warm and solid.
He moves slightly and the metal of the first barbell sends a shiver through me.
My tongue darts out and licks at the head, swiping the precum from him, pulling his sweet, salty taste into my mouth.
The only indication of pleasure he gives me is the deepening furrow of his brow as my tongue darts out again.
He wraps my braid around his fist, reminding me he’s in control.
“Open your mouth.”
I look up at him enticingly through my lashes and lick my lips, trying to make him feel as out of control as I am right now, but he’s stone cold and devoid of emotion. My cheeks flush hot and one of the straps of my dress slips off my shoulder.
“Don’t fucking make me tell you twice.”
My body heats at the commanding way he speaks to me.
Keeping my eyes on his as he drags the other strap off my shoulder, I do as I’m told and open my mouth, giving him space to slide in.
He grips my hair tighter and then he’s thrusting his thick cock down my throat so forcefully I immediately gag.
I don’t even have time to adjust before he’s pulling out then thrusting back in again, using my hair as leverage.
I give in, feeling what he wants, relaxing my jaw as my pussy starts to throb.
His head falls back, and a deep, visceral groan leaves him.
The sound makes me feel like I’m flying.
“Goddamn.” He sinks deep, hitting the back of my throat again.
He’s so big, and the metal of his piercings sliding across my tongue forces the question, What would he feel like inside me?
My eyes water as I try to open wider so they don’t hit my teeth.
I struggle to breathe through my nose, learning what he likes as he stays deep for a long moment.
He pulls out slightly, allowing me to move, studying my motions as I lick the underside of his shaft, tasting him, wanting him.
The lust in his eyes turns almost cruel as his thumb trails down my cheek and we hold each other’s gaze.
“I knew that smart fucking mouth was good for something more than back-talking me.”
I look up at him and pull back, only this time, I let my teeth graze him, and he hisses. “Your teeth touch my cock again, and I’ll be taking your ass right here on my fucking desk,” Aiden growls at me.
I should tell him I’m a virgin, that he’s about to take that from me right here in his office, but I don’t, because that will give him even more power.
“Now suck like a good little pet.” He smirks down at me. “Don’t stop until you’ve swallowed the last barbell.”
I moan and do as I’m told, taking him deep and hollowing out my cheeks as I suck. He groans, and this time, when he begins fucking my throat again, he doesn’t let up.
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Aiden
I should have put her stubborn little ass in a cab and sent her home. I should have let fucking Dagger have her. But I’m a selfish motherfucker, and seeing her obey me so well, dropping to her knees before me, turned me fucking carnal for her.
She’s made her choice, and now I want to corrupt her even more. To tear her apart and defile every last fucking bit of her soul until she’s wrung out and begging me to piece her back together again, the way I want.
As I look down at my cock buried deep in her throat…
fuck, she’s better than any fantasy I’ve had of her.
Her pink mouth is so warm and soft as I fuck it.
Hitting the back of her throat, feeling it close around my head as she gags on me is like a reward at the end of every thrust, and I tighten my grip on her long braid.
She takes me as deep as she can, tears and drool leaking down her chin. So fucking pretty.
There’s so much fire there. The fire she fights me with is the same fire she sucks my cock with, and it makes for a feeling so explosive it could burn down the entire fucking club around us. I need to see her.
“Stand up and strip.”
As I pull my cock from her mouth, a string of drool links her plush lips to me, and I almost blow my load all over her face at the sight.
I watch with fascination as the sassy, smart-mouthed little fighter becomes almost shy as she stands.
It makes me wonder how honest she’s been about her experience as she cautiously uses her thumbs to help her dress slink down her body, then slowly steps out of it, her eyes never leaving mine.
Fuck me.
I grip the base of my cock and let my gaze roam over her body, one perfect inch at a time.
She’s even better than I imagined. Big, beautiful tits and those hardened pink nipples, so ready for my mouth.
Her slim waist, with the softest dip leading to those full, round hips, and a simple gray thong tempt me even more.
An obvious wet spot is already there, waiting for me, and the thought fucking drives me wild.
I look down at her, so innocent and eager.
I haven’t wanted a woman like this in fuck knows how long.
I want to feel the heat from her, to see all of her, but I don’t want to touch her yet.
If I touch her, I’m going to fuck her. Once I do, I already know there’s no going back.
The tiny thread of control that I’m barely holding on to tells me just to take the edge off.
Then maybe I can move past this unexplainable need she’s created in me.
Fuck, watching her sink back down to her knees as she turns those blue eyes up to meet my gaze is almost too much in itself.
“Ask me if you’re allowed to touch yourself. Use those words I know you love so much.”
She looks up at me with her bright eyes, glazed with heady desire. “Please, may I touch myself?”
Christ. Such a quick learner.
“Put on a show for me then, baby. Let’s see you squeeze those perfect tits together,” I command, and she does, just as I shove my aching cock back down her throat.
She’s moaning around my length, using her arms to squeeze her tits together.
I reach down and take one of her perfect, pink nipples between my fingers, and as if there’s no hope in hell she can stop herself, Mia slides a hand down over her panties to her clit.
“That’s it. We’re gonna come together.”
She moans again, the sound vibrating through my cock, and my head falls back.
“Go on, show me how you soothe that ache.”
Her eyes water as I thrust deep down her throat, and when she slides her hand into her panties, more tears escape. They’re pure, free from any makeup, her lips naturally swollen and pink around my dick, and fucking Christ, I’ve never seen anything so goddamn beautiful.
“That’s it,” I tell her, my own climax building as her slender fingers work under her panties.
Her eyes stay on me, hooded and glassy.
“You like that this fucking body torments me, don’t you?” I grunt out as my balls tighten and fire licks over my hips and up the base of my spine. “You like that the thought of anyone else touching you drives me out of my fucking mind?”
She moans again, and I see her legs start to shake as her hand works faster, as she finger-fucks herself. The sound of her wet pussy spurs me on.
I tug her braid harder, choking out my own groan. “One day soon, you’ll earn my face between your thighs, and I’ll devour that tight little cunt, but right now I want you to do exactly as I tell you, yeah?”
With a slight nod, she moans again as she reaches up and uses her free hand to try to stroke me while she sucks. She’s a natural, and so close to coming all over herself. I swat her hand away from my dick, not giving her the control she’s after. I shake my head.
“Your eyes stay on me when my dick is down your throat. Now, show me how badly you want my fucking cum, Mia. Open wide. Show me that tongue.”
She does exactly as I tell her, still working her pussy, and I realize her pure, submissive side might drive me even more wild than her fiery side.
“Don’t you dare stop playing with that tight little pussy.
Come, Mia. Come all over your fingers. I want you moaning around my cock like a good fucking slut.
” She groans and desire churns, firing up my hips.
“When you’re ready to thank me…” I smirk down at her.
“I’ll give you something to quench that thirst.” I pinch her nipple so hard she cries out.
She pulls her mouth back from me and looks up.
“Fuck! Aiden! Fuck…I’m going to come!” My name on her lips as she cries out is going to be my undoing.
Her cheeks flush, and the fire returns to her eyes before they flutter closed.
Her moans are loud and drawn out, and her breath is heavy as her orgasm crashes into her and she comes hard.
I stroke my cock over her face, and all I can fucking hear is her fingers, sliding in and out of her wet pussy as her legs shake.
Still whimpering my name as she descends from her high, she raises up on her knees, pushing her tits back together for me.
I follow her lead and slowly spit between them, sliding my cock through.
She’s so soft and so goddamn warm, my fucking eyes roll back.
Just when I think I’ve never seen anything prettier, she looks up at me, my cock stuffed between those perfect tits, and those bright blue eyes hazed with satisfaction.
“Thank you, Aiden.” She says my name sweetly, then opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue for me.
My balls tighten and I fucking erupt with a deep, visceral groan all over her tits, painting her with hot ropes of cum, and Christ, that’s a fucking masterpiece if I’ve ever seen one. Just three little words, and those eyes begging, and I’m done for.
I slide my cock back into her mouth, and she takes as much of me as she can before I pull out. Then, using my fingers to swipe my cum from her tits, I shove them into her mouth. Then again, bringing more up from her tits and her neck. “Clean your fucking mess,” I growl.
She sucks my fingers clean and smirks. “Say please.”
I like this bossy side of her way too much as I bend down to kiss her lips just once, tasting myself there. I have to will my wall of self-control to stay firmly intact and not claim her mouth the way I want to.
“I don’t say please or thank you,” I whisper into her cum-covered lips to stop her from looking up at me like this, beautiful and absolutely fucking ruining me. “Now get the fuck out of my office and back to work.”
I expect her to get angry or fire back, but instead, she simply narrows her eyes and stands, slowly pushing her soaked panties down her legs as she does.
She steps her high-heeled feet out of the wet fabric, before picking her dress up off the floor and shoving them both into my chest with a little push.
She stands before me naked and absolutely fucking perfect, and I realize she doesn’t have any ink. Her body is an unmarked masterpiece. She leans into me, eyes burning.
“Whatever you say, boss.” Her tone is calm and even. “Now clean your fucking mess,” she grits out before turning and walking out of my office, stark fucking naked.
I bring her panties to my face and breathe in her sweet scent, chuckling to myself.
Christ, this woman.
I kicked her out of my fucking office and instead of gaining the upper hand, I’m left standing here, half hard and asking myself what the fuck just happened.