Page 36 of Cupid's Shot

His mouth starts placing little kisses on my neck until his tongue trails along my collarbone.

“Goosebumps. Are you cold?”

“No.” I smirk. “Just turned on.”

“I don’t believe you," he whispers. “Get under the covers.”

“Alright, maybe I'm a little cold.”

“Mmhmm.”

He tucks me into the blankets, sitting next to my legs, looking at me thoughtfully. I can’t help but giggle at the sight of him completely naked aside from a pair of fluffy angel wings. As he gently strokes my leg over the covers, I get the sense something is on his mind.

“What?”

He shakes his head.

“Tell me!”

“I know it's kinda fast but … will you be my girlfriend?”

I put my hands on my cheeks, blushing, my heart racing at this question. Aaron is such a romantic. Aaron is … the perfect fucking guy.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to be your girlfriend?”

He hovers over me, kissing me softly. “My Valentine.” He winks, then kisses me with more passion. “Let me fuck my girlfriend,” he breathes, pulling back the covers.

I want it so bad. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted it this bad. His fingers so gently run up and down my arm as we both stare at each other and the newness of this relationship. Aaron reaches across the bed, toward his nightstand.

“We … don’t need that,” I softly say. He narrows his brow. “I’m your girlfriend.”

“What about …?”

“I’m clean and on the pill.”

“Me too.” He chuckles. “I mean, I’m clean. You sure?” he asks, and I nod. Then he bites his lip.

“Fuck your girlfriend already,” I challenge, and his lips devour mine. His hands squeeze all over my body before he palms himself, putting the tip at my entrance. I softly smile, and he enters, slow. Aaron breathes, closing his eyes, feeling me.

“You’re so perfect, Sarah.” He leans down, placing the gentlest kiss on my lips before he starts slowly going in and out. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, wanting to be as close as possible to him.

“Little monkey,” he chuckles and starts rubbing my clit as he thrusts faster. I close my eyes, giving in to every sensation, basking in the giddiness of Aaron being my boyfriend. My brain is so focused on him and everything he’s doing to me. He’s fucking me like I’m the main character. His lips and hands are just as busy as his cock.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Break me.”

He pulls out then flips me over, pulling my hips back. “You asked for it,” he says before he’s plowing into me, fucking trying to break my back as he thrusts into me. His cock has to be in my stomach.

“Yes,” I pant, loving it.

“I’m so close,” he pants. “I’m going to wait for you.”

“I ... don’t.”

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