Page 133 of Plaything

Aiden was behind me, his big hand on my hip holding my ass in place—against his throbbing cock. He was grinding against me through his boxers that shockingly didn’t tear from the strain. Hoarse moans and hot breath against fanning my neck made goosebumps cover my skin and wetness pool between my legs.

“Fuck.” His voice sounded off. It was sexy but strangely mumbled. I was tempted to grind back against him, my arousal growing as his dick began to dig further between my asscheeks. Keeping my ass in place for his enjoyment, I propped myself up on my elbow and turned to look over my shoulder at him.

His eyes were softly closed, his brows gently knitted, and he had a desperate expression. I waited for him to open his eyes and smirk at me, but after half a minute, I realized what was happening. Aiden was asleep. And having a very good dream, apparently.

My bottom lip was pulled between my teeth as a fun thought formed in my mind. All I’d have to do for him to thrust into me is pull my panties to the side. With how wet I was, he’d slide right in. I was a bit sore, but I was also incredibly turned in by his dick begging to plunge inside me. It could get me in some trouble and was morally gray, but I doubt he’d mind. Sex—especially sex when he was clearly insanely turned on—would be a fantastic way to start the day.

Slightly nervous but mostly excited, I laid back on my side and slid my hand between my legs. My movements were slow and steady, not wanting him to wake until he was inside me. Just the thought of him being woken by my pussy squeezing around him gave me a heartbeat between my thighs.

There was no such thing as too early. Even if it was only dawn. The sun had just barely begun to make an appearance, leaving the world outside the window a dark purple hue. A gentle rain fell and splashed against the glass. I loved the dark moodiness of the weather mixed with early morning fog. For some reason unknown to me, the damn weather only added to the waterfall between my legs.

Once my legs were spread and my panties and his boxers were pushed to the side, I gently gripped his dick and positioned it against my sopping entrance. I struggled a bit as he was thrusting, and my hand around him only sped up his desperate sleep sex-ing.

My hand shot up to cover the scream that threatened to spill from my lungs as he quickly and harshly thrust all the way into me. I expected it, I wanted it, but fuck... I was definitely still sore.

A resounding, lustful whimper fell from his chest like melted chocolate. It was the sexiest and most genuine sound I’d ever heard a human make. The pure pleasure in his voice made my stomach fill with butterflies. It was the same feeling as when they called me their good girl—I craved it.

My hip was tender as he gripped it hard again, pulling me back onto him as he roughly pounded into me in short, quick thrusts. The end of his dick kept hitting an incredibly deep spot in me that made my eyes want to roll back.

Before I knew it, I was a moaning mess, too. I propped myself up on my elbow, holding into his hand that held my hip with my other hand. “Odette,” his mumbled voice moaned, still asleep.

My giddiness was through the roof. In Aiden’s sleep, he moaned my name. He could’ve been dreaming about anyone—past lovers, celebrities, an attractive stranger—dreams were uncontrollable. Still, he was dreaming about little ‘ol me in the world where Angelina Jolie existed. It was such a turn-on and a confidence booster that I needed. It also made me blush and curious about what he was dreaming about.

I expected him to wake up within a minute of putting him into me, but it was well over a minute, and his thrusts were getting longer and harder. If his thrusts didn’t let up, that knot inside me would untangle into an explosive orgasm.

His thrusts lulled for a moment before he took a breath, and his movements stopped. Turning, I looked over my shoulder to see him with wide eyes and a confused expression. His hand gripped my hip much more tenderly as his dick twitched inside me, now awake and just as eager.

“Good morning,” I greeted in a sultry tone, my pussy aching for him to move again. His dick was throbbing and twitching inside me; I could tell it hurt him to stop so suddenly.

His confusion subsided, and his eyes fell to their normally hooded state at the eagerness in my tone. “Did I do this, or did you?” he asked, gesturing to our connected bodies.

“It was a joint effort,” I flirted.

“Christ,” he moaned while pushing himself further into me. “You’re so fucking good for me, Doll. Waking me up with this wet little pussy,” he rasped.

Turning away from him to face the wall again, I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my lips and sighed in pleasure and happiness. Mortally gray was Aiden approved.

With little effort and no hesitation, I was flipped onto my hands and knees. We never detached as he took position behind me. He swiftly pulled his shirt off me and tossed it to the side. “Ready to be our little whore today, Doll?” He questioned darkly. His hand trailed down my spine, pushing my head down into the pillows, then lifted my hips, arching my back. With my long legs, my ass was high in the air for him to view. A low rumble rippled through his chest as he slapped my ass, making me wince. “I think you are,” he chuckled. “Your pussy is absolutely drenched.”

The house probably shook from the ear-piercing scream of pain I let out when he began to slam into me from behind. I came instantly with no warning, making another scream of pleasure shake the house. If the others weren’t awake yet, they were now.

Aiden didn’t let up; he kept fucking into me, hitting a spot that was deep and tender but made my toes curl, and my eyes roll back. “Save your voice; your throat has a lot of work to do today,” he warned; the excitement in his voice made me nervous.

My legs shook from the intensity, and tears collected in my eyes from the seemingly never-ending pleasure. “Aiden, slo-ow down,” I begged, my voice cracking with his thrusts.

He chuckled in response. “No. I’ve craved this pussy for months. I’m going to fuck and play with it how I please,” he threatened sinfully.

The sheets were bunched in my fists as I held my arms out in front of me, trying to ground myself on anything that wasn’t Aiden. He was holding back last night like he promised he would. This was how Aiden fucked. This was how he liked it—how he preferred it.

I was a shaking, crying, mumbling mess beneath him. If I wasn’t still sore from last night, I would have loved this. With each thrust, there’s an immense amount of pleasure, followed by a sharp twinge of ache. Sickly, the pain didn’t bother me too much; it added to the fiery sensations.

“Oh God!” I cried, feeling the knot in my stomach begin to unravel again.

“That’s it, Doll,” he grunted, approaching his release as well. “Give me that little pussy,” he growled, pushing into me impossibly deeper.

My mouth fell open as a cascade of moans, whimpers, cries, and begs spilled from my mouth. “Please,” my mind was too fuzzy to know what I was asking for, but Aiden understood.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Doll. You’re so fucking tight for me, aren’t you?” He panted. His thrusts got sloppier before his dick twitched, and I felt warm liquid running down my thighs.

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