Chapter 13 #2
My breath hitches, pride warring with desire. I don’t beg, but right now, desire wins. “Please, Aaron.” I let out a shaky breath. “Please eat my pussy. Please.”
“Good girl,” he praises. “I’m going to make this pretty pussy come so hard for me.
” His mouth is on me, tongue swirling circles around my clit.
“You taste even better than I remembered.” He growls against me, making it impossible to think, breathe, to exist outside the white-hot center of my body.
I dig my heels into the mattress, my hips rising involuntarily to meet his mouth, but his grip on my thighs is ironclad, pinning me to the bed.
“That’s it, fight me.” He chuckles. “Show me how desperate you are for my tongue.”
He stops, just for a moment, and blows a single, cool breath over my throbbing and sensitive clit.
“Tell me you’ve thought about this,” he demands.
“Tell me you’ve touched yourself thinking about my mouth.
” Before I can answer, he plunges back in with a sudden, hard suck that makes me cry out.
“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you scream,” he promises between licks.
My hands fist the sheets, then his hair, then the sheets again.
I hear myself pleading, babbling, begging, and cursing.
All dignity gone. I forgot how blessed this man is with his tongue.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He moans against my throbbing flesh.
“Your pussy is dripping.” He slowly slides a finger into me, curling it just so as if he’s reading the blueprints of my body.
“So tight.” He groans. “So perfect.” Then a second finger joins, stretching me, filling me, his tongue never missing a beat on my swollen clit.
The sensation is overwhelming. There’s a pressure building, promising me sweet annihilation.
“Fuck, Aaron, please—” I choke, not knowing what I’m begging for anymore.
He lifts his head just enough to look up at me, his fingers still working magic inside me. “You gonna come for me, Counselor?”
I nod frantically, the words caught in my throat, my body screaming, so close I could come apart from the vibration in the air alone.
A year of no sex… I’m more than happy it’s this man watering the drought.
But he’s not done with me, not yet. He pulls his fingers out, sucks them clean, and returns his mouth to my clit, devouring me with a hunger that borders on feral.
I’m seconds away from shattering. I want it—I want the oblivion, the surrender, the ruin.
But then, he stops. Just as I’m about to come undone, he pulls away.
“Not yet,” he breathes.
The whimper escapes before I can bite it back.
Good God. Aaron licks his lips, grinning as if he’s just conquered a country, and after him waiting over a decade for this, I guess you can say he did conquer something.
He slides up my body, taking my left nipple between his lips and biting down, just enough to sting.
I arch into him, thighs squeezed around his hips, desperate for friction, for anything.
He shifts away, and I almost sob at the loss.
But there’s logic in the madness. He wants to make me wait, to make me want him, to make me remember exactly who got me here.
I watch as he stands at the edge of the bed and undoes his belt, slow and theatrical.
He maintains eye contact as if he wants me to watch.
And fuck, do I watch.
His pants fall to the floor, cueing the slow reveal of briefs stretched tight across his erection.
It’s as impressive as I’d guessed, and tonight it’s all mine.
He strips the briefs off and stands there a moment, naked and unashamed, letting me look my fill.
Wow! My mouth waters. My entire body tenses in anticipation.
Aaron crawls up the bed with a smirk, caging me in with his arms. I reach for his erection, wrapping a hand around the thick length, feeling it twitch in my grip. He groans—a deep, guttural sound—then bats my hand away.
“Condom?” he asks.
“Top drawer.”
He retrieves the condom, tearing it open with his teeth like he’s done it a hundred times before.
He rolls it on, slowly, never looking away from me—my God, this man.
I see that maintaining eye contact during sex is still something he likes to do.
He kneels between my thighs, spreads my legs wider and pauses.
“Are you sure?” he asks. Of course, I want this.
He just ate my pussy as if it were his last supper. Now I’m ready to feel him inside of me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him until the tip of him is flush against my opening. I want him inside me with a need that borders on violence. “Yes,” I gasp, voice trembling but firm. “Fuck, yes.”
Aaron doesn’t just enter me; he claims me, inch by inch. I was right—he’s not just big, he’s fucking massive, stretching me so wide I can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he slides in. What is it again, inhaling through your nose and exhaling from your mouth?
When he’s finally balls deep, he pauses, his forehead pressed against mine, breath ragged. “Fuck, Minji,” he growls. “This feels like coming home.”
I roll my hips, grinding against him, and he groans from deep within his chest. “Move,” I demand. “Please.” I need to feel pleasure because right now, it’s pain.
He pulls back, almost exiting completely, then slams back in, setting a brutal pace.
“Fuck!” I moan.
“Do I need to stop?”
“No, keep going… please.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, damn it.”
“Your wish is my command.” Each thrust hits that spot, the one that sends electric jolts through my body, makes my toes curl, and my breath hitch. I can feel the power in his body, the primal dominance as he fucks me hard and deep.
“Eyes on me,” he commands when my lids start to flutter closed. I force my eyes open, meeting his stare. “How rough can I go tonight? You still like to be choked?”
I nod, and he smirks, wrapping a hand around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp.
“My Honeybee is still naughty,” he whispers, fingers flexing against my pulse point.
“Let’s see how much you can take tonight.
” He shifts, lifting my right leg onto his shoulder, and fuck—the angle—it hits everything.
I cry out, hands fisting the sheets to keep from screaming his name.
“There?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows exactly where ‘there’ is.
“Yes.” I nod, biting my lip. “Right there… Aaron… yes… fuck.”
His hand slides between our sweat-slicked bodies, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
The dual sensation—his thick erection stretching me and his fingers circling my sensitive clit—shoves me toward the edge of oblivion.
His mouth covers my right nipple, sucking slowly at first, then with a hunger that matches the increasing pressure of his fingers on my clit.
“Give me your first orgasm of the night, Minji.” His voice vibrates against my breast. “Let me hear you scream my name.”
I whimper, the pleasure too intense, too overwhelming. Fuck, I’ve never had trouble letting go before, but right now my body is still having a malfunction. “I can’t.” I gasp.
He pulls back, his eyes locked onto mine, increasing the pressure of his fingers. “You can, and you will,” he demands. “We’ve got all night. Don’t worry, this is just the first of many.” He thrusts deeper, hitting my sweet spot, making my eyes roll back. “So be a good girl and come for me.”
His words are the match that lights the fuse.
The orgasm explodes through me, a tidal wave crashing over my body.
He continues to fuck me through it, drawing out my climax until I’m a trembling, incoherent mess beneath him.
I feel the pulse of his release, his cum filling me as he moans my name, his voice a broken, primal sound.
Aaron shifts, withdrawing and stands from the bed to remove the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the small wastebasket by my nightstand.
I watch him through half-lidded eyes, my body still pulsing with aftershocks.
He returns to bed, pulling me against his chest, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder.
Suddenly, I am exposed, vulnerable in a way that has nothing to do with my physical nakedness.
My hand moves for the sheet, but he catches it mid-air.
“Don’t,” he begins. “You’re beautiful.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. “I should get cleaned up.”
“Let’s go together because I’m not done with you yet.” He smiles.
“Bold of you to assume I want more, because I don’t.”
“Your body doesn’t lie as well as your mouth does.”
He rises from the bed, his naked form silhouetted against the streetlight filtering through my bedroom window.
My eyes trace the strong lines of his back, the curve of his ass, the powerful thighs that had been between mine moments ago.
He extends his hand to me, and after a moment’s hesitation, I take it.
I don’t think we’ll be doing this again, so I better get it all out of my system tonight.
When we enter the bathroom, I catch sight of myself in the mirror—evidence of what we’ve done written across my body. Aaron stands behind me, his reflection meeting mine, and the hunger in his eyes almost makes my knees give out. I can say with great certainty that this man fucks the way he writes.
“You don’t look thoroughly fucked enough for me.” He slides his hands around my waist, pulling me back against him. I feel him hardening against my lower back already. “About time we fix that.”
“Aaron—”
His mouth finds the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, sucking gently until I gasp. In the mirror, I watch his hands roam my body with possessive confidence, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing across already sensitive nipples.