Page 127 of Plaything

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” he groaned. He leaned down and kissed me, incidentally pushing himself another inch or two into me suddenly. I whimpered out at the quickness of it, but parted my lips for him.

Once again, I tasted smoke and whisky on his tongue, only this time I also tasted myself. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. He moaned into the kiss, gently rocking his hips back before pushing into me again. He wasn’t all the way in yet, but the rock of his hips felt good.

I moaned into his lips and tightened my legs around him, wanting more. “You’re making it difficult to be gentle, Odette,” he sounded pained as he spoke.

In response, I sucked on his tongue and squeezed my legs around his waist just to push him over the edge. He said it himself—he would be slow and gentle and fuck me like a princess. It was clearly hard and something he wasn’t used to doing. “How much more?”

He moaned before pushing all the way into me, and I finally felt a twinge of pain. I hissed against his lips and grabbed onto his forearms, now both by my head. “Fuck,” I cursed.

“That much,” he answered darkly. “You’re doing so well, Babydoll. How does it feel to have a cock in your pussy?” He asked before pulling out a few inches then thrusting back in slowly.

It was a new kind of pleasure, one that would take me no time to grow addicted to. I moaned through the discomfort and tenderness and teasingly rolled my hips up. “Like it was made for you,” I answered.

He pushed into me suddenly, making me cry out as he hit the tender part. “Awe, Babydoll, if you want me to be less gentle, all you have to do is ask—”

“Be less gentle,” I looked up at him through my lashes. His pace was slow and tantalizing; it was killing me. “Just don’t go too deep,” I added quickly, not wanting to feel the painful part that he kept prodding with his last two inches.

He placed a tender kiss against my lips before he sat up straight. Tingles spread from his hands to my hips, where he gripped me. He held my hips in place as he rocked his hips, thrusting into me at a steady pace. He intentionally left a few inches out with each thrust. “Jesus, you feel so fucking good,” he growled.

My eyes danced across his muscular frame. His arms, chest, and abs were covered in tattoos and his muscles contrasted in the dim light. My waist looked tiny in his giant hands as he fucked into me. With the aroma of cigarettes and whisky and my view of him buried inside me, I felt undeniably obsessed with him.

Electric eyes snapped up from my pussy and met mine, where he caught me lusting over him. Soft sounds of moans and whimpers fell from my lips as we watched each other.

Releasing my hip, one hand traveled up my middle and groped my breast. My nipples were hard, partly because of the freezing temperature, mostly because I was unbelievably horny. He ran his thumb over my nipple, and I bit my lip.

Everything he did intrigued me. I didn’t dare look away for a moment, scared I would miss any part of this. I surprised myself with how confidently I watched him without shying away. Every move, every touch, every sensation fascinated me.

His other hand traveled lower, and here he circled his thumb around my clit. “Enjoying the show?” He asked, finally acknowledging my intense stare on him. “You seem very spacey. Are you okay, Babydoll?” He slowed his pace.

“I’m okay.” Even if my moans didn’t compromise my speaking ability, I didn’t feel really like talking. My body was ignited, and I felt everything from the curling stroke he did to the way his leg kept brushing against mine. I was simply wholly entranced by him. Everything around me felt hazed and... floaty.

“Nothing hurts?” He asked.

I shook my head and smiled at him. “Don’t stop,” I replied eagerly. Sex was exceeding my expectations drastically. It felt euphoric and not at all excruciating like I expected. My only complaint was that it felt uncomfortable, but that was expected.

Picking up his pace again, he moved faster this time, desperately thrusting into me. His bottom lip was pulled tight between his teeth as he groaned in pleasure. His thumb moved faster around my clit—though with his dick in me, it became an afterthought.

Cascades of moans spilled from my lips as a knot started building in my core.

“You’re taking me so fucking good, Babydoll. Fuck, I can feel your little pussy squeezing me. Do you want to cum, Baby? Is that what you want?” He rasped, picking up his pace again.

He was beginning to lose himself and that gentleness he was trying to cling to. I didn’t mind; as long as he didn’t go too deep, I was on cloud nine. Needing something to occupy my hands, I grabbed his hand and held it in mine. “Yes! I’m so close,” I whimpered.

He leaned down, hovering over me again as he thrust into me. “I know, Doll. Hold it for a few more seconds,” he growled. His thrusts got sloppy and rougher, hitting the tender spot.

I bit my lip to stop the cry that threatened to slip. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain, but the pleasure was winning by a landslide. “Aiden!” I cried out as he slammed all the way into me, hitting the same spot over and over.

My legs wrapped around his waist as I felt an intense pleasure erupt. “So fucking good for me; that’s it, cum for me, Doll,” he moaned as his dick twitched inside me.

My body went limp as pleasure flowed through me, igniting every nerve and making my skin tingle. I flinched when I felt another new sensation. Aiden came inside me, and it was a feeling I hadn’t expected. It was hot and very messy, but I liked it.

“Fuck,” he panted out before kissing me. Still holding my hand, his lips moved flawlessly and passionately against mine.

I moaned into the kiss, feeling him continue to twitch inside me. A wave of exhaustion hit me, and I felt my eyes get heavy. “Wow,” I panted out.

Aiden glanced between us before he nodded in agreement. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that,” he chuckled.

Reaching my hand up, I ran it through his dark hair. “I think I have an idea,” I teased. “I’m so tired,” I said, fighting sleep.

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