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.
Fresh pleasure shivers out of me. I bite down on his shoulder to stop from screaming out.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Come—on—my—dick…”
“Sir, sir,” I moan, then bite him again. “Suh-sir…”
My orgasm erupts at the same time as he loses the ability to speak. He moans warmly right into my ear, gasping as he explodes inside of me, pumping me full of his come until there’s no more left.
He steps away once he’s gone soft, panting.
“I could fuck you again right now,” he snarls. “Give me a minute and I’ll be rock hard again.”
I quickly slide off the counter and reach down for my pants.
“Is this the part where you tell me that was a mistake?” he says with a cynical tone, pulling up his pants.
I get dressed without answering. Being clothed is priority number one. Even with my sex sore from the hard lovemaking and my body needing a rest, I want to do it again. I want him again.
I pull on my hoodie without putting on my bra. He smirks and reaches for the fabric, massaging my nipples through the material.
“Even your nipples are needy for me.
“That was… a fitting goodbye.” I take a step away. “I’ll never forget that.”
He sinks his hands into my hips. I love it when he does that. It plays into our dynamic. He takes me as if he owns me. Which he doesn’t, but the fantasy is hot.
“Every time I touch myself,” he snarls, leaning down for a kiss, “I’m going to think of that. Your thick ass bouncing against me. Your tight, hot pussy squeezing my cock. Your red cheeks as you get closer to an explosion. Your juices soaking my cock. I’ll never think of anything else again.”
I want to kiss him so badly, but I know where it will lead. I turn my face away, resulting in him kissing me on the cheek instead.
“Goodbye, Aurora,” he says.
“Goodbye,” I whisper.
He steps away and looks around the room. “You really are the most talented woman I’ve ever met.”
With that, he leaves the shop. I wrap my arms around myself, wincing when I hear the front door shut.
Suddenly, it’s like my regular self rushes back in. The responsibility. The drama. Fear of the future.
I didn’t realize how effective Raiden was at taking that all away. Now he’s gone, and it couldn’t be clearer.
I stand in front of the triple mirror, adjusting my sex mussed hair.
“Give it a few days,” I tell my reflection. “You’ll forget all about him.”
I don’t know if I’m more frightened of being wrong or right.
Forgetting him means going on with my life, but I’m not sure I want to continue as before.
How am I supposed to date another man after being with Raiden? No one else will compare. No one—
The bell rings, reminding me of my responsibility.