Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(55)

“Ah, shit … suck it … just like that,” he breathed, as I pleasured him, rapidly moving his big cock in and out of my greedy mouth.

“You’re going to make me cum, Aria.”

His words made Virginia clench. I reached down and massaged my throbbing clit as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder. He grabbed my head with both hands and began thrusting deeper, f*cking my mouth, each jab making me gag. He hardened as a sudden burst of semen filled my mouth.

“Ah, f*ck!” he shuddered, as he spurted viciously into my mouth. After the last pulse, he pulled me up to him, cradled my face and pressed his lips hard against mine, tasting himself as his tongue slid into my mouth. The salacious disregard of his essence on my lips heightened my desire for him; I was aching for him. I needed his dick inside me.

“Fuck me Aiden,” I said, severing our kiss.

He turned me and positioned me over the side of the couch and lifted my skirt. He pulled my panties down and pushed his hand between my legs, moving his fingers over my sex.

“You’re so deliciously wet, Princess.”

He pushed a finger inside me and slowly eased it back out. Why was he teasing me?

“Do you want more?” he asked.

“Yes. Please,” I begged, as he pushed a second and third finger inside me.

“I need to f*ck this *.”

“Do it. Fuck me,” I moaned, as I grinded flagrantly on his fingers desperate for his hard dick.

He removed his fingers and I felt his cock on the lips of my *. He shoved his big dick into me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, rotating his cock inside me, stretching me. “This * feels so good, baby,” he breathed, as he began moving in out of me. I cried out, moaning as his slow pushes into me became rhythmic blows. I moved with him, meeting his forceful plunges.

“Ah f*ck, it hurts … don’t stop. Don’t stop f*cking me Aiden,” I panted. He was so hard, I didn’t think I’d ever adjust to it. He growled as he continued his brutal drives into me. I could feel my climax building as my center contracted.

“I’m going to cum baby,” I whimpered.

I cried out as the ferocity of my orgasm ripped through me, my nails digging into the couch as his violent blows continued bolting me forward.

“Fuck … ah shit Aria,” he growled, as I felt him harden. His dick jerked, forcing his seed into my depths as his final blows into my sex subsided. He collapsed atop me, his hard frame covering mine. Our rugged breathing gradually calmed, our heartbeats slowed. He kissed me lightly on the neck and scooped me up into his arms. He tossed me over his shoulder and smacked my behind. I squealed with laughter as he hurriedly made his way to the bedroom.

“Let’s shower. I want you clean and well-fed because I’m not nearly done with you.”



*****



I dressed and went in search of Aiden. I found him in the kitchen setting the table. “Did you cook?” I asked.

“No. Delivery.”

“Oh,” I replied.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.

“I’m not looking at you in as much as I’m looking at your attire,” he replied, frowning.

I looked down at my jeans and shirt, not understanding. “What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“There’s a rule for sleepovers,” he said.

“What? Since when?” I asked.

“Since now,” he said, devouring me with his eyes.

“Okay so what’s the rule?” I asked.

“No clothes allowed,” he replied.

“So we walk around in the buff?” I asked, intrigued at the thought of seeing him completely naked for the next few days. Virginia, although sore, was as eager as I was for such a rare treat.

“Not we. You,” he replied.

“That’s not fair,” I complained.

“My house. My rules. So take them off.”

“And why should I go along with this rule? I could just leave,” I teased.

“Sure, you can try.”

“So not only will I be naked, I’ll be your captive. You have a twisted mind.”

“And you love it. Now strip.”

“Now?” I asked.

“Yes now,” he replied, his eyes hooded with lust. I could have melted right there like a puddle of hormones on the floor.

“Can we wait until after dinner?” I asked.

“No. You’re here until Monday and I want you naked ... all day, every day.”

I considered denying him but I knew that would lead to one of our tug-of-wars. “Fine, I’ll give you what you want, but are you going to help me?” I asked.

“I’m going to instruct you,” he replied.

Oh f*ck. This man was going to make me his sex slave; the mere thought of his eyes on my naked body made me instantly wet. He was a walking breathing vessel of seduction. He only needed walk into a room and panties would drop. Mine were certainly about to.

He pressed a button on the control panel in the center of the island and the sounds of Jhene Aiko’s The Pressure seduced me further. “Take off your shirt … slowly,” he said.

I unhurriedly slid my fingers down my shirt, unbuttoning it as his gaze held mine. I shrugged the shirt off and it fell to the floor.