Chapter 25 Raven #3
He thrust in again, his balls hitting my chin. My gagging sounds mixed with grunts, and he resumed his movements, using my mouth. He plowed faster and harder, the wet sloshing of each thrust making the most obscene symphony.
I brought my hand around his thick length, but my grip faltered as he pushed deeper. Instead, I reached for his balls and massaged them while more saliva trickled from my chin and slick arousal gathered between my legs.
And then he spilled into my mouth. I gagged, about to spit it out, when he stopped me with a hand pressed against my nape.
“Swallow,” he demanded. I paused, staring at him wide-eyed. “Every. Fucking. Drop.”
I gulped, my chest rising and falling while the slightly salty and sweet cum filled my mouth. His gaze on me, I swallowed slowly.
My reward was Aiden’s guttural words. “Good wife.”
He pulled out and I gasped for air. Before I could wipe the mess we’d made from my chin, he yanked me to my feet and set me on his lap.
He snaked a hand between us and he pushed a finger inside me. I whimpered and my back arched, needing more, needing him to fill me up.
“So wet,” he rasped, curling his finger, working it in and out of my clenching pussy. “It’s my pussy, isn’t it?”
He added a second finger.
“Y-yes.” I should be ashamed at how easily I gave in to him, but my body and mind were too absorbed by pleasure to give a damn. Tomorrow I’d reconsider my actions.
“And this ass… That’s mine too. Isn’t it?” Another finger found my back hole and he nudged against it, pressing in ever so slowly. I gasped and trembled as he began to fuck both. He grabbed my hair with his free hand, angling my head to look at him. “Whose ass is that, wife?”
I ground myself against him. “Yours,” I whimpered.
He released my hair and a smack landed on my ass cheek, my pussy spasming at the stinging pain. “You bet it is.”
He removed his fingers, leaving me panting and feral for more, my walls clenching around thin air.
His mouth slammed on mine for a harsh kiss.
“Aiden, I need…” I whimpered against him, fisting his cock and pumping him slowly. “I need you.”
My thumb swiped at his sensitive tip, making his dick jerk in my hand while I worked my hips against his muscled thigh.
“You’ve been a bad, bad wife, Raven,” he growled, pushing himself into my hand. “You need to be punished.”
“Then punish me,” I moaned. “Spank me. Use me. Fuck me.”
Oh my gosh, where did all that come from? Five years of abstinence after tasting pleasure, that’s where.
Before I could begin to question the nonsense, Aiden scooped me up and placed me in his chair before he tucked himself away, half buckling his pants.
“Open your legs and show me your needy cunt,” he ordered, lowering to his knees.
My fingers shook as I obliged, parting my swollen pussy lips and revealing my wet, aching core.
He stared at it while I held myself open, then he glided his palms up under my ass, grasping my cheeks so hard I was certain his blunt nails would leave marks.
He leaned forward, showering my inner thigh with kisses. His grip was rough. Each touch burned with a quiet fury yet carried a softness that made my chest ache. It was fragile proof that, even after I had vanished and faked my death five years ago, a part of him had remained the same.
His anger and longing tangled together in every motion, leaving me dizzy with fear, confusion, and a longing I could barely name. How could he be so enraged and loving at the same time?
As if he read my thoughts, he nipped my skin and my back bowed, eager to feel his mouth on my core. In the next breath, he took my clit between his teeth and all my thoughts vanished.
I dug my fingers into his thick, dark hair and grabbed on as his mouth circled my clit with his velvet tongue. I might have died and gone to heaven.
“Hook your legs over my shoulders.”
I did as he demanded, opening myself to him further. He growled, then buried his face between my thighs, devouring me like he was a man possessed. I ground shamelessly against his mouth, chasing my release as he nipped at my clit, then thrust his tongue into my entrance.
“I missed your taste, mo cuishle,” he growled against my core. He pinned me with his burning gaze as I moved against his mouth, and a coiling heat started at the base of my spine.
But before my orgasm hit me, Aiden stood up, lifting me along with him, and my thighs wrapped around his waist. His mouth found mine again while I writhed against his cock, the friction sending shudders through me.
I was lost to sensation as he walked, our lips fused together, his tongue conquering every corner of my mouth. I reached down to work on his half-buckled pants and managed to free his cock.
He adjusted his hold on me, then dragged me down until his swollen crown eased into my soaking entrance.
I moaned into his mouth, filled with sensation.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said in a guttural voice.
My back hit the mattress as Aiden’s heavy weight covered my body.
He drove his cock into me with force and I let out a choked scream at the sharp pain. He stilled, lifting his head, his eyes full of questions.
“Still a virgin?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I lied, my hand driving into his hair. “Just fuck me already.”
He tilted his head and studied me with that piercing blue gaze, but I didn’t give him a chance to question me further. I arched my torso, grinding myself against his pelvis as he slid his cock in and out.
It was his undoing. He hiked my leg up to his shoulder and railed into me, my back inching up the bed, hitting me deeper and harder at this angle.
He groaned. I gasped.
It hurt more than I thought it would, and it didn’t help that Aiden was… big. Endowed like a damn alien. I panted, my thighs quivering while I tried to adjust to him inside me while his fingers dug into my hips, surely leaving marks on my flesh.
“Aiden… I can’t—” Yet the reverence and possessiveness in his eyes made the pulse between my legs throb, soothing the sting.
“You’ll take all of me, wife,” he commanded, pulling out only to thrust into me again savagely, filling my stomach with heat.
Gone was the gentleness I experienced five years ago. There was no taking our time. He pounded into me with a force that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. My boobs bounced with each thrust, delicious heat building in the pit of my stomach as he fucked me senseless.
“Oh… God… Oh… God,” I panted, reaching heights I hadn’t thought possible.
“No fucking God here. You scream my name,” he growled, lowering his elbow next to my head. “Now who’s fucking you?”
I scrambled for purchase, my hands slipping from his glistening skin as I rolled my hips into his, meeting his every thrust.
“Aiden!” I moaned as pleasure shot through me, coiling at the base of my spine. “Oh… Ohhhh… Yes… Yeeesss…”
His mouth swallowed my screams as a roaring heat coursed through every inch of my body. His thick cock rammed into me again and again, penetrating my sweet spot.
I sank my teeth into his bottom lip, then soothed the flesh with a lick while another orgasm built. He fucked me relentlessly, almost as if intent on imprinting himself into every corner of my being with dominating thrusts that had me seeing stars.
My walls tightened around him like a vise as he grunted against my lips. “You owe me five years, wife. I’m going to fuck you senseless for them and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
My ankles wrapped around his thighs to draw him in deeper.
“Y-yes… Please…” I’d let him do anything to me just to see this through. “Just don’t stop.”
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he gritted, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Tell me who touched you. I want them all dead.”
“Nobody.” I was shaking. “I… You’re the first.”
“Fuck.” He looked down to where we were connected before meeting my gaze again. “Really?” I nodded. “But earlier, you made it sound—”
“I lied.” Our heartbeats raced together. Tension radiated from him while every muscle in his body was pulled taut. “Don’t make it a big deal, just fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He fucked me, the feeling of him inside me so foreign and yet so unbelievably right. The backs of my eyes burned and I held on to him, my body melting against his.
“Yes, strangle my cock while you scream for me.” He sounded on the edge of control.
He dragged his wet mouth down my jawline, my throat, slowly licking my breasts before biting my nipple.
My orgasm built again, this time launching me into space. My limbs shook as he fucked me and stars exploded across my vision.
My lips parted. “Ohhhh… A-Aid—”
He groaned into my mouth, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as my orgasm hit its pinnacle.
“I’m going to come inside you,” Aiden said as he continued to power in and out of me.
Another thrust and sloppy kiss and then he stilled, his cock pulsing inside me as he let out a guttural “Fuuuck” and filled me with his cum.
We both collapsed, our breathing harsh. My ears rang as I buzzed with pleasure, and he wrapped his arms around me, pressing my face against his muscular chest.
Our sweating bodies were still one when I closed my eyes, listening to his heart beat in rhythm with mine. I heard him ask, “Did I hurt you?”
But deep sleep pulled me under before I could reply.