Page 126 of Plaything

“You didn’t let him win?” I asked Aiden in a breathy voice.

“I let him win a round.” Aiden husked his answer against me. “Then I thought of how long I’ve been jerking off to the thought of your pussy wrapped around me. Every minute of every day, I have unruly fantasies of fucking you.”

My thighs squeezed together as I turned to face him. He was undressed in boxers, tented with his dick straining painfully against them. His eyes were electric blue, even in the room’s dim light.

He placed his hands over mine, where I securely held the towel in place, covering myself. He carefully moved my hands, and the towel fell to the floor. His greedy eyes weren’t shy as he took me in. “If you still want to do this tonight, I want it to be very clear what will happen afterward,” he began.

The room was freezing, but my skin was ignited as he gently traced the outline of my breasts. He kept his eyes on me as he spoke. “Tonight, I’ll fuck you slowly, gently, and take my time making you feel like a princess,” he whispered. An edge to his tone made the gentle words sound intimidating.

His fingers stopped tracing as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me flush against him. “But tomorrow morning, I’m going to fuck you how I’ve been craving to. I’m going to fuck you until I physically can’t, then I’m going to slut you out to your other professors so they can use your little cunt however they want. Do you understand what I’m saying?” He pressed his dick against my torso and smirked down at me. “Tomorrow, you will be fucked all day long until you go to sleep—and maybe even then. Monday, when you’re sitting in Niko’s class, your legs will still be shaking, and our cum will still be dripping out of your messy little hole,” he threatened.

My jaw slacked, and my pussy was drenched at the graphic images that flooded my mind. I was sure I looked like a deer in headlights as I stared at him in shock. No words or coherent sentences formed in my mind. “W-what if I’m sore?” Was the only thing I could think of saying.

An evil grin overtook his features as he pulled me impossibly closer to him, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his torso. “You will be.” He began walking over to the bed, where he gently laid me down. “But don’t worry your pretty little head about tomorrow, Babydoll. Like I said, I’m going to be gentle tonight.”

My heart was hammering, and my pussy was throbbing. A satisfying mixture of nerves and eagerness overtook my senses, becoming pure adrenaline.

Soft pillows were beneath my head as I watched him remove his boxers. His dick sprung to life, slapping him in the stomach. He kneeled onto the bed, and peered down at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed out before his hands snaked up my thighs. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty pussy, Babydoll.”

Pink tinted my cheeks as I slowly widened my knees, giving him a view of my drenched core. He hummed in approval, running a digit along my slick entrance. “You get wet so easily; I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“You... have a way with words,” I bit my lip as I watched him lower himself.

His head was between my legs, and I took a sharp breath, knowing his intentions. His eyes stayed locked on me as he licked my slit, barely putting any pressure on me. “Tell me, Doll. Which do you like more, your clit being played with or your hole?” He asked.

I moaned as he dipped his tongue into my entrance before licking back up and circling my clit. He followed the pattern a few times before giving my hole extra attention. His tongue plunged into me over and over again, swirling until I was gripping the sheets, fighting an orgasm. He moved his mouth to my clit, replacing his tongue with three fingers, and I hissed at the change.

“They’re both good,” I said through whimpers.

“I’ll leave your cunt for my cock,” he said as he removed his fingers and lapped at my clit.

“Aiden!” I moaned at the intense pleasure.

“I know,” he rasped. “Cum for me, Doll.”

Moments later, I was squirming under his tongue as pleasure flooded through me, calming my nerves and making my body feel light as air.

I barely even noticed Aiden move to his knees and place himself between my legs. “You sound so sexy when you cum,” he groaned before grabbing my hips and sliding me further down the bed. “Are you ready, Doll? I’ll be gentle, but it might hurt.” He asked.

Without a shadow of a doubt or a second thought, I nodded. “I’m ready.”

He rubbed his tip against my sopping entrance and groaned, closing his eyes. Aiden’s dick was long and hard with a vein running along it—watching him start to push into me made my mouth water.

“Aiden,” I widened my eyes, feeling sober for a moment in my dick-drunk state.

Interrupted, he stopped his movements and looked down at me in question.

“I’m not on... anything. Do you have a condom?” The question felt embarrassing, but I couldn’t have sex without protection. Pregnancy was something I wouldn’t risk.

Aiden smirked, resuming his teasing strokes to my slit. “No, I have a vasectomy,” he announced proudly. “We all do.”

Thank God. As a woman who confidently never wants children but plans to have a lot of sex, those words were music to my ears. “You just got like ten times hotter,” I complimented.

He smiled before pushing his tip into me. It didn’t hurt at all, I just felt a slight pressure. “You’re so wet, if I don’t slow down I’ll slide in too fast.” He placed one of his hands next to my head, still holding his dick with the other, guiding it into me. “Tell me if we need to change positions,” he instructed before his hips slowly began pushing again.

It felt entirely strange and foreign, but not painful like I expected. Each inch he pushed in was a new wave of discomfort, and I felt incredibly stretched and full. “That’s it, Doll. Just a little bit more,” he coaxed, watching me closer than he usually did. I kept my gaze between our legs, trying to gauge how much more of him there was. “You’re holding your breath,” he pointed. “Does it hurt?” he asked.

Drawing in a breath of air, I shook my head. “No, I wouldn’t say hurt. It’s just a little uncomfortable,” I described. “Don’t stop,” I gave him an encouraging nod.

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