Page 41 of Camera Chemistry
“I think you like watching me crawl,” she says. “On all fours, staring up at you.”
“I don’t just like it. I fucking love it. And don’t bother being shy. I know you like it, too. You’re probably dripping on my floor with how much you’re enjoying yourself.”
When she reaches me, she looks up, waiting. I nod once, and before I can blink, her mouth is on me, licking my dick like it’s the last drops of water on earth. I groan and my head rests against the glass, eyes closing and welcoming how good the swirl of her tongue is. The pressure on my balls as she rubs them in her hand. I buck my hips forward when she deep throats me, and how the fuck I don’t lose total control right then and there is a wonder.
She bobs her head, from the base of my shaft to the tip, moaning around my length. Her mouth is fucking fantastic, and her hands—those small, delicate hands—are little devils. I’m close, and if she keeps her lips around me for another minute, I’m going to be done for.
My fingers thread through her hair and tug, hard. She lets out a little gasp and releases me with apop.
“Stop,” I get out, voice hoarse. “Get up here so I can fuck you.”
Maggie stands and I lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist and I spin us so her back is against the windows. She hisses as the cold glass touches her skin.
“Aiden,” she whispers. She rolls her hips into me, hands squeezing my shoulders.
“Get your hands above your head.” When she complies, I dig into my pocket to grab the condom I put in there earlier. I rip the wrapper open with my teeth, holding her with one arm as I slide the latex over my shaft.
“You’re so hot,” she says.
“Say that again when I’m inside you.” I slide my hands under her ass and sink her onto my dick in one swift motion. She groans, and her palms slide down the glass. “Drop your hands, and I’ll make you stand in front of the window naked while I take you over my knee.”
“Fuck,” she moans. Her fingers latch onto the pane, holding herself steady.
Some thread of restraint snaps, and I fuck her with abandon. I’m rough, needy. It’s been too long without her pussy on me, and I’m dying without it. She’s going to have marks on her body tomorrow from my grip. I’m afraid if I let her go, she’ll float away forever.
“You feel so good,” I whisper into her ear. “Tell me, sweetheart, who’s pussy is this?”
“Yours. Yours, Aiden.”
It’s music to my fucking ears, and possessiveness rolls through me. “That’s my girl.”
“You’re so hot,” she says again, and I have to bite back my laughter through a grunt because,fuck, she’s perfect.
“God, Maggie. You’re so fucking sexy. Shameless, too, taking my cock for the whole city to see. No one fills you like I do, do they? No one takes care of you like I do. No one makes you come like I do. And when you leave tomorrow, you’re going to think of me buried in your tight pussy and wish you were still here.”
“Yes,” she cries out. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing.
“Come on my cock like the good girl you are, Maggie. Let me feel you clench around me.”
An incoherent mess of sounds tumble out of her. Her eyes squeeze closed. Her back arches and I capture her nipple in my teeth. I think she stops breathing, going scarily silent until I feel her pussy flutter and she lets out the longest, loudest moan I’ve ever heard.
“Aiden,” she sobs.“Thank you.”
I don’t give her time to catch her breath. I pull out of her and rip off the condom. I set her on her knees and yank her head back. “Suck, Maggie. I want you to swallow all of it.”
Tears travel down her cheeks, but her lips part eagerly. She takes me in her mouth, closing around my shaft with hollowed-out cheeks. Maggie is like a drug, the kind that can ruin your life; one hit, I want to do it again. Two hits, I’m an addict.
It doesn’t take much, and when she angles her head, fitting my whole length in her mouth, I don’t stand a chance. I groan, painting her throat with my cum, just like I told her I would, for the second time tonight. Even after I finish, she continues to suck, taking every last drop I’m willing to give her.
“Maggie,” I say. I stroke her hair gently, my muscles pliant and spent.
She releases me. When she looks up, my heart fractures. Her hair is a mess and there is drool on her chin. Still, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She presses a kiss to my thigh and stands on shaky legs to wrap her arms around my waist.
“Thank you,” she says into my chest. “Best night ever.”
TWENTY-FIVE
AIDEN
