Chapter Thirty-One #2
“It makes for the best kind of fucking.” Capturing her wrists, I shove them over her head and pin them down with one hand.
“Nathan!”
“I’m done talking.” I nip her jaw and kiss my way to her ear. “I want your cunt wrapped around my cock. It’s what you’re here for.”
Back arching when I bite her lobe, she tightens her thighs around me and writhes. Curling my fingers around her throat, I fuse my lips with hers. I flick my tongue against hers and lick the roof of her mouth and taste her innocence.
I take and I take until I’m addicted to her flavor.
My kiss is as vicious as my deviant desire.
She twists her arms, trying to break free while kissing me hard. Her fiery passion matches mine as she sucks on my tongue.
A whine climbs out of her throat when I pull away.
“Nathan,” she heaves.
Flipping her over, I slap her ass. “Grab a condom from the nightstand.”
Eager to please and horny, she crawls forward, giving me a peek of her glistening slit from behind. Coming back to me after picking up the foil packet, she turns over and holds it out to me.
I take it from her and tear it open with my teeth. She watches raptly till the moment I glide it over my shaft.
“Get on all fours.”
“But I want to see and touch you.”
“And I want to look at your ass bounce while I pound into you,” I growl, causing her nipples to harden. “On your hands and knees, Ari. I will not repeat myself.”
“Make me,” she dares.
I arch an arrogant brow. “That’s how you wanna play?”
“Unless you give me what I want.”
“You’re just begging to be punished, aren’t you?” Dragging her underneath me, I pinch her nipples until she hisses. “You’re not going to be able to sit for a week after I’m done spanking your ass.”
“Promise?”
Little brat.
Slipping off the bed, I grab her ankle and yank her to the edge. Barely giving her a chance to react, I turn her onto her stomach until her legs dangle off the bed. Wrenching her thighs open, I fist her hair and pull her head up.
Bending over her, I roughly whisper in her ear, “You want to watch me fuck your tight pussy, you little whore?”
“Y-yes, Nathan,” she moans.
I tilt her head to the side until she notices the full-length mirror across from us. Our reflection, my big body dwarfing her bent-over form and holding her at my mercy, stares back at us.
Arya shivers, loving the illicit sight.
Cupping my cock, I drag it between her folds until she leaks more cream. Rubbing once on her clit, I poise the crown at her opening.
“Then watch.” I thrust inside her to the hilt.
My vision tunnels.
Three months since I fucked her the last time.
“Nathan!” she screams, shutting her eyes.
“No!” I slap her ass as I pull out. Slamming in her cunt, I grunt, “Look in the mirror, brat. Look at me while I fuck you.”
Her eyes fling open at my sharp command, locking on mine in the reflection.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise, feeling the hot clench of her walls. “You’re the prettiest when you listen to me, angel.”
I fuck her savagely. Until her cunt has no choice but to adjust around my girth. It fits me perfectly, wetting my shaft in her juices each time I pull out.
“Oh god!” cries Arya.
“Your god has a name, Ari,” I taunt, thrusting punishingly. “Scream it.”
“Nathan!”
“That’s right.” Thrust. “Me.” Thrust. “I’m the man you pray to.” Thrust. “And worship.”
My gaze drops to her full tits bouncing from the force of my thrusts. Trailing my hand up her flat belly, I cup one and squeeze. She arches into my grip, begging for more. I tease her nipple, pulling and pinching and stroking until it’s red.
Arya trembles violently at the bite of pain.
I give the same attention to the neglected nipple until it matches its twin.
Weeks of unmet urges has my hips snapping faster against her, driving my cock deeper. Her hot little pussy sucks me in, spreading ecstasy in my veins.
“Did you miss my cock inside you?” I grunt, pushing her down flat on the mattress. Turning her head so she can continue watching herself be ravaged, I grip her waist and ram into her harder. “Did your cunt feel empty without me?”
“So much,” she rasps, fisting the sheets. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. No one takes me like you do.”
“No one ever will.” Impaling her with every inch of my cock, I cover her back with my chest and roughly vow in her ear, “I’m going to ruin you for every other man, Ari.”
“You…” Her breath hitches when I roll my hips and grind. “You already have.”
Fucking hell!
“Show me.” Pushing one hand between her thighs, I rub her clit in circles. “Come around my dick.”
Grabbing the back of her knee, I raise and place it on the bed until she’s spread wide open for my hard thrusts. Kissing her shoulder, I bottom out each time I shove inside her. Pinned down with my body and hands, she succumbs to my dominance.
“Harder, Nathan,” she pleads.
I switch the angle so I hit her G-spot when I slam viciously. “Like this, angel?”
“Ah! Yes!”
Her pussy pulses, signaling her orgasm. “Fucking come, Ari. Be an angel and come all over my cock.”
A pinch to her clit sends her over the edge.
“Oh… oh. Ah!!” Her loud moans echo around us, mixing with the sounds of our skin slapping. “Nathan.”
“Right here.” My voice is gravelly as I fight not to come. I stay still while her cunt spasms and chokes the ever-loving hell out of my shaft.
When the last pulse leaves her body, I bury my face in her neck and go for broke. Tilting her hips higher, I rut into her like a madman. Her whimpers and groans fill my ears as I use her for my pleasure.
Four more bruising thrusts, my cock swells and my balls pull taut. Plunging into her one final time, I release thick streams of cum inside her.
I swear my brain short-circuits when she tenses and comes a second time, right along with me.
Lifting my head in time, I see her stunning face etched in pleasure.
After a few blissful seconds, her sleepy eyes meet mine in the mirror. A scary feeling of protectiveness takes hold of my heart from the trust shining in her gaze.
Trust I don’t deserve.
Tearing my gaze away, I gently pull out of her and stand up. Walking into the adjoining bathroom, I take care of the condom and wash my hands in the sink.
Leaning over the vanity, I shake off the emotion that surged a minute ago.
I have half a heart to wait here until she takes the hint to go away. But I promised her I wouldn’t treat her like shit.
Putting on the spare sweatpants I have in the bathroom, I conceal my expression and return to the room.
Only to come to a halt.
Dressed in my shirt, she sits anxiously on the edge of the bed. Her hands stop twisting on her lap when she sees me.
I’m trying to process the sexy sight of her in my shirt when she speaks up. “I’m just borrowing it. I didn’t have anything else to wear.”
“I don’t mind,” I reply hoarsely. “Keep it.”
The glow on her face deepens. Standing up, she formally asks like I didn’t come inside her just a minute ago. “Can I use your bathroom before I leave?”
I hate her tone. Even though it’s exactly what I hoped for. “Sure.”
My shirt hangs just above her knees. The collar threatens to slide down one shoulder, revealing creamy skin. A dark hickey sits where her neck and collarbone meet.
I bet it isn’t the only mark I’ve left on her body.
Too bad I’ve lost the chance to see it.
I grab her elbow before she can walk past me. She hides the small gasp, but I hear it in the dark. Peering down at her, I struggle to fix the awkwardness between us. “Ari…”
“It’s okay, Nathan.” She forces a smile. “I know what I signed up for. It’s just sex.”
A week ago, I would’ve been relieved hearing those words.
Hell, even an hour ago.
Right now, they sting.
They don’t belong on her lips.
Slipping her arm free from my grip, she walks into the bathroom and locks the door. I stare at it, contemplating going after her. But then I remind myself, this is for the better.
Becoming attached to me will become her downfall.
So instead of chasing after Arya, I run after the vice that I can never disappoint.
The glass of whiskey I left untouched.