Page 85 of The Forever Rule

“That’s it, keep going, drench me.”

I was blushing, as I wasn’t usually into dirty talk, butthere was just something about Aston Cage that did everything to me.

He shoved off my bra, unclasping it as he did so, and then he was sucking on my nipples, licking and squeezing and biting my breasts so I knew that I would bruise in the morning, but I didn’t care.

“I need to be inside you,” he growled, and when he stood up, I swallowed hard.

“Yes. Aston. Same. I need you inside me.” I slid my hand between my legs, playing with myself, and he smiled.

“That’s it, play with yourself as I get this cock out for you.”

“Okay,” I whispered, not sure what else I was supposed to say, I couldn’t really think.

But before he took himself out, he undid my shoes, gently rubbing his thumb on the arches of my foot as he did so. I moaned, wondering exactly what I was feeling. When he stood up again, and undid his belt, and shoved down his pants, I nearly wept in pleasure. He was hard, thick, and he sprung out of his boxer briefs, looking as if he were ready to come right there.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded, reaching for him. “In me already. I can’t think.”

“I need to get a condom.”

I shook my head. “I’m clean. I’m on birth control.” I paused, wondering what the hell I was saying, but I didn’t care in that moment.

His hand around his dick, he paused, and noddedslowly, before he swallowed hard. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”

We stared at each other, the moment pulsating between us heavy. “I’m safe.”

“Same.”

And for some reason I trusted him, it made no sense, but it did. I just wanted to feel him.

“I want you bare,” he growled, and I nodded tightly, needing him. I lay on my back, with Aston between my legs, and as he kissed me slowly, his hand over mine between my legs, he worked my fingers inside of me. I couldn’t breathe, the connection so fierce, and when he gently probed my entrance with his cock, I swallowed hard.

“Aston.”

“That’s it, keep repeating my name.” And then he shoved deep inside me. He was buried to the hilt in an instant, his thick cock stretching me to the point of pain, and I didn’t care. He was so thick, so deep, that it took me a moment to catch my breath.

“Are you ready?” he asked, pausing.

“Yes. Please move. I need you to move.”

“You feel so fucking good. I can feel every inch you.”

And then he began to move, slowly pounding in and out of me, as I reached for him, my fingernails clawing at his shoulders. He bit down on my flesh again, biting at my breast, sucking, and I couldn’t think, just moving with him thrust for thrust. When he moved again, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to keep him close, deep inside. But he pulled out of me, leaving me bereft.

“Hands on the wall,” he growled, and he flipped me over on my stomach and gripped my hips. I crawled forward, with him behind me, and I put my hands on the wall, my knees shaking.

“That’s it, feel me.” And then, without any warning, he shoved deep inside of me, and I groaned, arching for him.

To keep myself steady, I nearly clawed at the wall, and he had one hand on my pussy, playing with my clit, the other around my throat.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“I can’t think…” I swallowed hard, and came again, not even realizing that his voice could do that to me.

“That’s it, squeeze me. I’m almost there.”

“Aston.”

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