Chapter 6 Aureo
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AUREO
Ihad never wanted to consume someone more than I wanted to consume Phoebe Evans.
And while I wasn’t a religious man, I was ready to grovel in front of God himself for allowing me the chance to prove to Phoebe how she was the one I would truly worship.
Especially when she was in nothing but her panties and shirt. Even if she was almost half my age.
I was tired of holding back anymore.
Fucking hell, any man would have groveled at what I stared down at.
The thought alone made me want to roar like a beast, staring down at his prey.
I wasn’t going to be a hypocrite and ever judge Phoebe for having sex with other men, even if I was one jealous son of a bitch.
I had been having sex since I was seventeen—I had no place to judge her for anything.
But to see her breathless, tits pressed against that slim top, with drool and smeared lipstick covering her face. To see bruise marks already forming along her pale skin and yet witness how her need for more persisted. I knew no one but me would ever see this sight again.
Even if it meant I had to fight her until the end of it all.
Even if it meant I had to prove to her how I was different.
Even if it meant I had to end them.
I would be a broken record for the rest of my existence, even if it meant I was the broken record that needed to leave scars against her pretty skin.
Fuck, even that sounded enticing.
She stared down at me from my position on the floor as a mixture of lust, frustration, and maybe even acceptance swirled through the absinthe of her eyes.
She was a mixed drink of all emotions, and from the wet spot on her panties moments before, I knew that I was sure to have my fill of everything and more soon.
Especially as she kept holding her legs together like she was desperate for something.
Anything.
My chest nearly vibrated by how wet I found her, though I never broke eye contact, even as her breath hitched when I began to spread her legs.
Her throat bobbed as she gulped down a mouthful of air, her fingers twitching at her sides.
My fingers traced the lips of her cleanly shaved skin.
My mouth watered when I finally broke our staring contest to spread the lips of her pussy, only to reveal a bead of arousal clinging to her clit.
Fucking hell. I was a dead man.
“Is this all for me, little girl? Is this how naughty girls react when they’re abused and used, or is that just you?” I asked as I leaned down and blew a breath against her clit. The softest of moans escaped her mouth as she tipped her head back from the sensation.
“You’re so mean.”
“Yes. And you didn’t answer my question.”
“Probably because you know the damn answer,” she snapped. God help me, I nearly wanted to laugh. She was feisty when she didn’t get her way.
Too fuckin’ bad.
I cocked an eyebrow at her and slapped her clit with the palm of my hand lightly.
She could have an attitude with me all she wanted, but none of it would go unnoticed.
I didn’t care if I had to bruise her ass with a paddle or edge her for hours on end—my girl would learn how to show respect if she truly wanted what she desperately craved.
“I’m waiting, Phoebe.”
“Yeah, so am I. Are you just going to look at me from your knees all night? What’s next, little boy? A ring? I always knew you fell fast.”
Well, fuck. She wasn’t wrong. My cock jumped at the thought, and I was exceedingly grateful that she couldn’t see the effect she had on me from her position on the couch.
Because the truthful answer was that I would love to kneel before her and worship her all night long one day.
I would love to place the biggest ring on her finger one day.
Not tonight, though.
I slapped her clit again, harder. Her face turned bright red as her entire body jolted from the impact.
“Little girl, we can do this all night. You can either answer my question or we can bruise this little pussy until you’re on the edge.
But believe me when I say that I will hold you back from that cliff for eternity if you choose the second option.
Over and over again. I could make these pussy lips puffy and ruined, your legs shaking, all while you sob into the leather of this couch. ”
“You wouldn’t,” she practically seethed.
I grinned, chuckling when she yelped as two smacks hit her perfect cunt, both in perfect, hard symmetry.
Her thighs trembled from the impact, and I hummed my joy and pleasure into her skin as she lifted her right leg and curled it around my shoulder.
Her back nearly bowed from the leather beneath her.
She was an absolute vision.
And she liked it when her cunt was abused.
I blew a breath against her clit again. Her pussy practically wept for my touch and I couldn’t wait to make her weep for it, too. Once her back was plastered to the couch again, chest heaving and breaths hollow, I tested my theory.
One, two, three, four, five smacks. With each hit, she cried out and I watched as her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head.
Moans and pants filled the space between us and I knew that my cock had never been harder in all of my life.
If I looked down, I knew that beads of precum would have been covering my length.
And I truly couldn’t help myself from the sinister act of leaning down and drawing her clit into my mouth, biting softly.
I wanted nothing more than to flatten my tongue against every outline and crevice of her pelvic area—fuck, of her entire existence—but I somehow maintained some semblance of control, for this one moment.
Phoebe’s hands nearly shot into my hair as her hips bucked into my mouth.
Moans and pants chased in the wake of their movement.
Her clit practically throbbed in my mouth and the sensation alone had me grinding my cock into the couch for any semblance of relief, let alone the taste that teased me before I pulled away.
Instantly, I was met with a whine as she fisted my cropped hair. “No,” she begged. “Please don’t stop. I want this.”
Using my pointer and middle fingers, I rubbed her clit in slow circles, gathering the non-stop building of wetness. I kept eye contact with her as my fingers traveled lower, just dipping in her pussy lightly. She tilted her head back again, gasping just from the pads of two fingers.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait to fill this girl with my cock.
She begged again. “Please, Aureo. I’ll do anything.”
“Oh? Anything?” I mocked.
Looking back down at me, she nodded frantically.
Deciding to play with her even more—to see how far she would truly go to please me at this point—my slick fingers left her pussy as I traveled down even lower.
I watched as her eyes widened when I spread her left leg even farther, pointing it towards the opposite direction, until her toes were pointed like a ballerina on the concrete floor.
If I spread her just four inches more, I would have been forcing her to do a near-split, given the way the tendons and muscles clenched tightly.
My gaze moved away from her eyes, down the length of her body, and came to a stop at her entire bottom region.
She was well and truly dripping.
Finally, the fingers belonging to my left hand teased at the entrance to her ass.
I watched as the panting, forced breath in her chest was completely suspended.
A rough chuckle left me as I massaged the rim of her ass with those same wet, cum-coated fingers.
“I seem to remember someone saying that I couldn’t tell the difference between an asshole and a clit, little one.
A wretched, misbehaved little slut. Do you recall anything of that nature? ”
“N-no,” she stuttered. I looked back into her bright red face and grinned wickedly.
“No? Oh, I remember it very clearly. I believe she told me that I wouldn’t even know how to make a girl come if I tried. What mean words for such a pretty little mouth.”
Her chest never stopped its rapid rate of rising and falling. “Maybe you deserved it at the time?”
I narrowed my eyes at her, even as my lips twisted into a sinister, heated smirk.
Her mouth formed into the perfect ‘o’ shape as I pushed the pad of my finger into the tight, hot rim of her ass.
I drew it out again, keeping my eyes on her.
She leaned forward slightly, her weight resting on her elbows, watching as spit and cum dripped down her pussy, landing on my finger.
Her stomach heaved as I pushed that finger back into her hole with the added lubricant.
Her right leg tightened even further against my shoulder as I continued my ministrations, ignoring her pussy entirely. She begged again. “Please, Aureo.”
“Please, what? Haven’t you been a brat tonight? Why should I give a little girl like you anything you crave?” I hissed, spitting at her ass another time. “You have denied me everything tonight. You have denied me for fucking years. Why should I give you anything you beg for?”
She hiccupped as she moaned, and I looked up to see tears lining her eyes.
I didn’t stop my ministrations, though. People cried for lots of reason; I trusted that she would have told me if I was hurting her.
By the way her thigh continued to tremble against my shoulder, I had the feeling it was the complete opposite of pain.
She continued. “I’m sorry, okay? I was being a bitch on purpose. You know that. You’re right. I’m sorry. Just, please.”
“Oh, little girl, I know you were being a bitch. I’m asking you to tell me why.
Plus, it seems like I don’t know what a clit is, remember?
Poor, poor little girl. Guess you won’t be getting anything tonight,” I grunted, fucking her with my fingers even harder.
Her ass gripped my fingers in a vice and my hips rotated forward when I thought about stuffing my dick in this tight, hot, little hole one day. “I’m a slow learner.”