Chapter Nine #4
“Give it to me, baby,” he growls, his voice dropping into a raspy, demanding tone. “Be a good boy and cum on my cock. Let me feel that tight hole squeezing me, want to fill your sweet ass up.”
The dirty talk pushes me over the edge. Hearing him talk to me like that, calling me his baby, demanding I take his cum—it melts my brain into mush.
My hips stutter against his pelvis. I can’t hold back anymore.
My head falls backward, thumping against his shoulder.
I writhe in his grip, whining out loud, a messy, needy sound spilling past my lips as the pleasure builds to a boiling point.
Aiden thrusts his hips up, burying himself to the hilt and spearing my prostate dead on. He holds the angle, grinding his hips upward, pinning the sensitive spot without letting up.
I break. My cock bucks in his fist. Hot jets of cum spurt out, painting his knuckles and splattering across my stomach in messy white lines.
I moan loudly, tossing my head against his shoulder as the orgasm rips through my body.
The muscles inside my ass clench down hard, spasming around his rigid cock, milking him with every involuntary flex of my hole.
I can’t stop the contractions, my body squeezing him like a vice.
Aiden groans against my neck. My internal squeezing tips him over the edge.
He drives his hips forward one last time, pinning me tight against his pelvis, and spills inside me.
I feel the hot gush of his cum coating my slick walls, shooting deep into my guts.
The warmth spreads through my lower belly, a deep, settling heat that makes my toes curl in the sheets.
He keeps pumping his cock into me as he finishes, short, shallow thrusts to get every last drop out, his chest heaving against my back.
Every muscle in my body feels like liquid. I can’t hold my head up. My chin lolls forward.
He keeps me pinned against him for a long minute, letting us both catch our breath.
Slowly, the vise grip around my waist loosens. Aiden slides his arm out from under me, his other hand gripping my hip to steady me as he pulls his cock out. A wet, squelching pop echoes. I shiver as his mess starts to leak down my inner thighs.
“Easy,” Aiden murmurs low.
He guides me down, setting me onto the mattress with a surprising amount of care. I flop face-first onto the flannel blanket, my limbs turning to useless jelly. I don’t try to move or cover up. I lay there on my stomach, eyes half-closed, my cheek squished against the soft pillow.
Aiden shifts behind me, the mattress dipping under his weight. He doesn’t head for the bathroom or grab a towel like I expect. Instead, the warmth of his mouth presses against the back of my shoulder. He leaves a soft, open-mouthed kiss on my skin, then drags his lips up the side of my neck.
“Shh, you’re okay,” he hushes, his breath tickling the baby hairs at the nape of my neck.
A shaky whine bubbles up from my throat, my nerves still buzzing and fried from getting fucked so hard. Every place his mouth touches lights a fresh spark of electricity under my skin. He keeps kissing me, trailing his lips over my shoulder blades, down the bumps of my spine.
My eyes slip shut, sinking into the mattress, assuming this is the comedown. Just cuddles and soft touches while we recover.
Then a broad, calloused hand slides down the back of my leg, hooking under my knee.
My eyes snap open as Aiden lifts my thigh, bending my leg upward and pulling it out to the side. The angle props my ass up, exposing my messy, leaking hole to the cool air in the bedroom. A confused mumble escapes my lips, twisting my head to look back at him.
Before I can ask a question, the scalding heat of his tongue slaps flush against my pucker.
A strangled, humiliating noise bursts out of my throat. I bury my face into the covers, my hands scrambling to grab fistfuls of the blanket. The shock of it sends my pulse skyrocketing all over again. He’s eating his own cum out of my ass.
Aiden slurps at the entrance, his broad tongue lapping up the slick mess trailing down my skin.
The sound is filthy, loud, and wet. My face burns.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my hips twitching involuntarily.
I’m too sensitive for this. Every drag of his tongue sends a shockwave of overstimulation to my groin.
“Aiden, wait,” I gasp, trying to squirm away from the invasive heat. “I’m too sensitive, fuck.”
He ignores my weak protest. His grip on my thigh turns to iron, anchoring me in place. He doesn’t let me retreat. Instead, he presses his face closer, parting my cheeks wider with his free hand, and shoves his tongue deep inside me.
I wail into the mattress, my back arching. His tongue swirls around the sensitive, swollen walls of my hole, brushing against the tender tissue he just spent half an hour pounding. He sucks on the tight ring of muscle, vacuuming up his own cum with loud, sloppy noises.
My fingers twist the blanket into knots.
Catching a full breath is impossible, my lungs stuttering as I try to cope with the sensory overload.
The physical sensation is mind-bending. It’s degrading and deeply intimate all at once, scrambling my brain until all I can do is writhe under his hold.
He’s slurping my ass clean like it’s a gourmet meal.
It’s the dirtiest, filthiest thing anyone has ever done to me, and he’s doing it with a casual confidence that blows my mind.