5. Dion
5
DION
T he urge to shove my dick so far inside Aria is almost uncontrollable.
Seeing her so vulnerable and sad, her eyes red and swollen from crying, makes my heart ache as much as it turns me on.
There’s something about her tears that urges me to lick them off her skin, to touch her and make her feel good. I still crave her—the taste I had at the club wasn’t enough to quench my thirst. I need to feel Aria around my cock.
Gently , I press two digits inside her pussy, feeling the warmth of her around my fingers. She looks up at me, her eyes full of lust. And a hint of uncertainty again.
Without saying a word, I shift, laying her down on the outdoor couch. As I do, her soft breaths against my neck send shivers down my spine. My desire for her grows stronger with each passing second.
I lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her lips part slightly, the hint of a smile forming. Tears glisten in her eyes, then flow down her cheeks.
I brush a tear from her cheek, sucking the saltiness off my thumb. “ Aria ,” I whisper, my voice husky. “ I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
She doesn't respond, just leans into me, seeking my comfort. I brush my fingers through her hair, watching as her eyes flutter closed. I hook my hand in an upward motion inside her warm heat and speed up. Aria’s back arches, and I revel in the different sounds she makes as I explore each crevice of her pussy. My touch is gentle, but the need within me is fierce.
“ Let me take care of you,” I murmur, my other hand trailing down her chest. “ I want to make everything better.”
Aria’s body relaxes under my touch, her walls beginning to clench around my fingers. I need more of her, to explore every inch of her being. The reason behind this intense desire is still unknown to me, but I can’t seem to control it.
I’m going to embrace tonight and not let myself overthink it.
Come morning, everything will be back to normal, and I’ll never see Aria again. I ignore the tightening in my chest at the thought.
I slip my hand under her dress, feeling the smoothness of her skin. Her breath hitches, and she opens her eyes to look at me. I lean in, capturing her lips with mine, tasting the salt of her tears. Fuck . My dick stiffens within an instant.
As our kiss deepens, I can feel her body responding. My heart races, blood pounding in my ears. I pull back slightly.
“ I want you, Aria ,” I say against her mouth, my voice barely a whisper.
A small smile plays on her lips. “ Then take me.”
With those words, I know that nothing will stop me from erasing every trace of sadness and worry from her face, replacing it with nothing but pleasure and happiness. Wanting to make her forget about the arranged marriage her shitty father is forcing her into.
I reach for my belt, unbuckling it with a sense of urgency, and slide my pants down my thighs. I position myself on top of her, letting my hard cock slide over her glistening mound.
“ Put it in. Put it in, right now,” I groan with urgency. Aria grabs the head and levels it at her entrance. “ That’s my good girl. Now , look at me while I push inside you.”
I’m met with resistance. “ Goddamn , you’re tight,” I grunt, the overwhelming sensation sending sparks of pleasure down my spine. Her cunt is clinging to the tip of my cock.
Aria winces as she struggles to take me in.
I’ve been with many women before, but it’s never felt like this. So snug, almost impenetrable.
Her pussy has a firm grip on my cock, and I’m not sure how long I’ll last.
“ Relax , baby. You’re doing a good job.”
Lifting her top to expose her breasts, I grab them in my large hands. “ Your tits are perfect,” I say, squeezing them. I lower myself and take one into my mouth, sucking her nipple and swirling my tongue over the pebbled bud, and her back lifts off the couch. She moans, her body slackening under me, allowing me to slip further inside. “ That’s it, moró . Open up for me.”
Slowly , I inch my way in, and when I’m almost buried to the hilt, I slam my hips the rest of the way. She lets out a yelp. “ Oh my God !”
I hiss at the feel of her tight walls clenching around my dick, watching her closely as I pull out. Body tense, she relaxes when I stop moving. Each of her labored breaths seems to carry a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.
“ Are you okay?” I ask, getting concerned.
Aria nods. “ I just feel so full. You’re so big,” she murmurs, her tone laced with lust.
“ You can take it, astéri mou .”
I continue to inch out, and Aria’s face contorts into an expression that is both strained and blissful. I pause. “ Are you sure you’re good?” Now , I’m wondering if she’s in actual pain.
She reassures me with a smile, and that gives me the go-ahead to continue.
Pulling out fully, I plow into Aria with force, and she screams.
Something’s not right. “ Do you need me to stop?” I want this to be pleasurable for her. I’m all about getting mine, but I need her to come too. I won’t be able to enjoy it if she’s wincing every time I pull in and out. “ I know I’m big, but it shouldn’t hurt. You’re soaking wet,” I add, breathless.
A crease forms in her brow and her eyes flit around, as if searching for the right words. I can almost see the gears turning in her head. She slightly shifts her body under me, my cock still hard as a rod inside her, and I struggle not to make a move. I’m so close to having her, so close to feeling her pussy pulse around me. This is torture.
When I look down at where we’re joined, I notice some red staining my skin. Is that… blood ? My mind races with questions, wondering if I’ve been too rough or if there’s an underlying issue. I’ve never made a woman bleed. Not un intentionally, at least… “ Aria , I’m fucking hurting you.” My voice is urgent. I pull back, searching her face.
I wait patiently for her response, meeting her gaze. For some unknown reason, I want Aria to feel comfortable and safe around me. “ No , I’m fine. I promise,” she looks away. “ It’s just that… I’m a virgin.”