Page 41 of Done with You

The orgasm hit her hard, and she broke with a harsh, strangled cry, pinching her eyes shut and bowing her back. Her legs widened just a little, but she wasn’t sure if it was her own doing, or if Aiden did it with his knee. The waves of pleasure swept her away. The long-awaited release eviscerating the tension that had wound like an unforgiving cord around her muscles, squeezing tighter but never allowing any reprieve.

Her pussy throbbed, and her body trembled as the climax continued to ripple through her. She didn’t know when, but Aiden had removed his hand from between her legs. She couldn’t feel his cock behind her either. She knew he was still there, behind her, because the soft hair of his thighs tickled the backs of her legs. She could feel his heat, smell his delicious body wash.

Once the orgasm dissipated enough for her faculties to return, she craned her head around, catching his gaze. His top teeth sank into his bottom lip hard enough to make little white marks form on the otherwise red flesh. He had his cock in his hand and was stroking it slowly.

The words, “Fuck me,” sat eagerly on her tongue. But she refused to let them fly.

She would not ask him for anything. Ever.

If he wanted her, he had to make the move. She’d already gotten off, in her head, she was the winner of this sick little game. Could she get off again? Yes. Did she want to? Of course. Did she want to get off with a cock inside her? One hundred-percent.

But she would get up, get dressed, and walk away from him with little regret if he made her beg. If he made her ask him. He knew she was consenting, that wasn’t the issue here. Her ass was literally in the air, what more did he want?

Reaching forward with the hand that had been on her clit, he grabbed her braid, his other hand was still holding his cock.

Their eyes remained locked as he ran the crown up and down between her folds again, pausing at her anus and giving an even harder push. He still didn’t breach, but the way his mouth curled up on one side into an off-kilter smirk, said he wanted to. Said he was testing her.

She’d had anal sex before, but only with someone she really trusted and after they’d been together for a while. Aiden was neither of those things.

She tipped her hips so he got the message, and he slid his cock further below her to her pussy.

When his crown reached her opening again, his eyelids slid down even further, until he looked almost sleepy. But she knew otherwise, then he tilted his pelvis forward and he was inside her.

Finally.

Filling her up.

The stretch that instantly followed had her moaning and pushing backward to take more of him. But the harsh and sudden yank on her hair made her yelp. She hadn’t realized she’d glanced forward again.

“Eyes on me,” he barked, pistoning in and out of her, the hand that had held his cock, now on her hip, the fingers digging in almost to the point of pain.

He tugged on her hair again.

She liked it.

Liked the burn of pain on her scalp. The rough, forcefulness of his demand. Of his need for her.

She was soaking his cock now, the wet, squelching sound of him entering her, then receding, echoed around the room. He used her braid as a tether, to pull himself deeper into her, to control her, and keep her head craned around and looking at him.

The feral, lustful look in his eyes made her squeeze her muscles around him, had her wishing for a hand to wedge between her legs. But the sheer force of his thrusts required her to have both elbows on the couch for support.

He wasn’t messing around now.

His fucking was rough and angry and she wanted all of it.

The way he bared his teeth and glared at her. Confliction in his gaze. Hate and want blurring into one, penetrating, soul-shattering look that she felt all the way down to her toes.

If he was any other person, and this was any other circumstance, she’d consider asking him to spank her. Or, they would have discussed that bit of play ahead of time. She wasn’t deep into BDSM, but she dabbled. She liked being tied up, like being spanked, a little choking now and then, orgasm deprivation could be fun when there was edging involved, and of course, she loved being called a good girl.

But just like with anal sex, that would not be happening with Aiden.

He was not that person. This was not that kind of sex.

She didn’t trust him. They had no safe word, and more importantly, they couldn’t stand each other.

This was one last bang to get the tension out of their system so they could be around each other without issues for their siblings’ wedding.

One and done.

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