Touched (The Untouched Trilogy #2)(75)

I felt him harden more as his thick cock pulsed inside me. He was cumming again. The first few spurts were inside me; he pulled out and I felt his release plopping on my cheeks.

“You want me to f*ck you like a dirty girl?” he asked. “I’m going to make your feel real dirty. I’m going to ruin this *,” he said, as he rammed his huge dick back into me.

“Ahhh, f*ck,” I panted. The sounds of him smacking the back of my thighs and the wet nasty mess he’d made of my * were driving me insane. He pulled his dick out of me and rubbed his cum over my *. I held my breath in lustful anticipation of his cock inside my ass. Without warning and without allowing my ass to adjust he pushed inside me.

“Shit Aiden … shit,” I panted, as he moved his big cock in and out of my ass. Ah f*ck, it hurt; I lifted my hand and pushed him back but he didn’t stop and the punitive blows he delivered were no less intense.

“Your ass is so tight. Rub your * baby,” he whispered.

I reached between my thighs and started rubbing my clit like a mad woman. The pain dissipated as my ass adjusted to his girth. I was about to cum again. Fuck how did he do this shit to me? The way he made me feel was beyond words. I felt the orgasm building.

“Baby, I’m cumming,” I whimpered, as another wave of lust tore through me, my body trembling as it weakened.

“Ah … shit,” he roared. He clutched my ass, digging into me as he relentlessly pounded my ass. I felt him harden, erupting … spilling long and hard into me.

We were lying on the floor panting, spinning in the aftermath of the hottest sex I’d ever experienced. I was on my stomach and he was on top of me. He rolled over to the floor. We were quiet except for the sounds of our ragged breathing. My heart rate gradually subsided and I looked over at him. His skin was beaded with moisture and he was wearing that sexy just-f*cked look; he was, without a doubt, the sexiest man to walk the planet.

“Looks like you lost your little challenge,” he said, grinning proudly.

“No. That would be you,” I replied.

“You asked for it, not me,” he said.

“Liar,” I replied.

“I certainly didn’t ask for it; I was preoccupied with work. And in you come, strolling through with your tits and ass hanging out. You were begging for it. Did you honestly think you were going to parade around like that in front of me and not get f*cked? You can’t win them all Aria. Just admit it, you begged.”

He stood and extended a hand to help me from the floor. I grabbed his hand and stood next to him. I was sore …very sore.

“I didn’t say one word, so where did the begging come in?” I asked, looking down at the carpet burns on my knees.

“Maybe not verbally but you begged just the same,” he said, as I looked up at him.

“You were the one who –” he planted a chaste kiss on my lips to shut me up.

He trailed his finger across my bottom lip. “You begged,” he said, and walked toward the bedroom.

“Asshole,” I said, staring after him. I followed him to the bedroom.

He stopped and turned to face me. “You’re going to stop calling me an *,” he warned.

I rolled my eyes. He can f*ck me like a dirty whore but I couldn’t call him an *? Yeah right.

“Otherwise each time you say it, I'll assume it means you want me to f*ck you in yours.”

“Well in that case … *, *, *,” I teased.

We laughed as he reached for my hand leading me to the bathroom.

“Don’t we look like the perfect well-f*cked couple?” he said, looking at our reflection in the mirror.

“Well-f*cked or well-beaten?” I asked, assessing my appearance. I had carpet burns on my arms. I turned to look at my backside. My ass was covered in imprints.

I looked at him knowing exactly what he was about to say. “Don’t joke about shit like that Aria,” I said in a deep voice, mocking him.

“It’s not funny, Aria,” he said, scowling at me. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Why do you only ask that after the fact? If I wasn’t okay, it wouldn’t be anything you could do about it now.”

“I could rub you and kiss you softly in the spots that hurt,” he said.

“Are your kisses supposed to make it all better?” I asked.

“Don’t they?”

I started the bath and we climbed in together. He sat behind me and pulled me into an embrace. He kissed my neck and pulled his arms tightly around me. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I replied. It was as automatic as breathing.

We were quiet for several minutes. I nearly dozed off; I was exhausted.

“I don’t know about you but I’ve worked up an appetite,” he said.

“Me too. I’m starved. I haven’t been this hungry in ages.”

We bathed, wrapped ourselves in towels and made a mad dash for the kitchen.





CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“I like this one,” Bianca said, pointing to the huge douglas fir.

“I think I do too,” I replied.

“I say we get a small one,” Lia said, eyeing the trees on the opposite side of the lot.

“That would look weird Lia … one of those tiny trees in that huge room.” Bianca replied.