Page 69 of Wrath

“Did I dribble on the pillow?” I manage, groggily.

“A little bit.” He smiles at me and I shut my eyes again and shake my head in shame.

“How much did I drink last night?”

“Put it this way, we had to send Rocco out for more tequila,” he tells me with a huge grin on his face.

“I can’t be hungover today, I have too much to do.” I attempt to sit up then realizing my head is far too heavy to lift, I flop back down. “Holy fuck.” I swear I’m never drinking again.

“Are ya feelin’ that bad?” Aaron laughs at me.

“I don’t drink very often. Mark didn’t think it was agood look.”

“And did you always do what Mark told ya to do?” he questions me with a frown.

“Mostly, yeah.” Answering his question makes me realize how many other things there were that Mark thought was bad for me. He put a lot of restrictions on me and I can’t believe I allowed that to happen.

“Well, luckily for you, I know the perfect cure for a hangover.” Aaron slides his body on top of mine and I quickly turn my head away from his.

“Trust me you don’t want to smell that.” I hold my hand up over my mouth to shield him from the stale tequila on my breath.

“You're cute.” He shakes his head, before snatching his hand under my jaw and dragging my hand away with his teeth so he can kiss me.

His tongue slips between my lips, rolling around mine and when I feel his cock harden against my stomach I get a pretty good clue at what his magic cure is.

“Do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off you last night?” he growls as his body starts to move against mine.

“I was very, very drunk,” I point out, feeling the pounding in my head move to a different part of my body.

“I couldn’t even have you when we got back,” he reminds me.

“You could have fucked me while I was drunk, I wouldn’t have minded,” I manage to smirk at him.

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “Last night you needed me to take care of ya.”

“And now.” I glance down our bodies and stare at the thick, heavy cock that's resting between us.

“I’m gonna take care of this hangover.” Lifting one of my thighs, he lines himself up so his cock presses against myentrance. I’m already wet and desperate just from his kiss and the anticipation of what's coming, so when he slowly pushes himself inside me that rush of thrill spreads from my stomach all the way to my toes.

“Mmmmmm,” I hum in pleasure as his cock steadily fills me, and his hips gently roll against mine. It feels close and intimate, the perfect pace to feel every bump and ridge of him as he stirs himself inside me.

“I could spend all day inside you,” he tells me, and I nod my head in agreement.“Fuck, you feel good,” he growls, keeping the same slow, steady pace while his fingertips dig into my thighs.

Each stroke his cock makes feels better than the one before, and there’s no urgency. This is just us, enjoying each other. It’s the closest thing to perfect I’ve ever felt.

A need to release starts building and Aaron must sense it reaching its peak because he frames my jaw with his rough, calloused palm and looks at me.

“You gonna come for me?” he whispers as his thumb drags my lip down my chin. “I can feel how close you are, your pussy’s gettin’ even tighter.”

I hold my breath and let the pleasure ride over me, my legs trembling either side of his hips as he holds himself still inside me, and groans out loud when his own release comes.

“Fuck, I’m never gonna be able to get enough of this,” he warns me, gritting his teeth as all his muscles tense and his cock throbs inside me.

“How’s ya head?” He looks down at me and smiles once he’s found some composure, and I suddenly realize that there’s no thumping in my temples anymore.

“Oh, my god…How did yo– it worked!”

“You’re welcome.” Placing a kiss on the end of my nose, he rolls back over to his side of the bed and stares up at the ceiling.We remain silent for what feels like a really, long time, and I can’t help wondering what's going through his head.

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