Page 99 of Betrayal (Corrupt Empire 1)

She moaned, panted and writhed beneath me. I didn’t let up. I pounded into her harder until I set an almost punishing pace. The fingers of her free hand dug into my back, nails biting against my skin. And fuck, I really wanted her to come. Her pussy was so fucking tight, but I needed more.

“Avery, are you going to come for me? I want to hear you scream my name.”

I shifted and gripped one of her legs, pressing it upwards so I could get a better angle on her. I pounded into her again, feeling her clenching around me. Fuck. She felt so good.

“Aiden, fuck, fuck me.”

“Come for me. Fucking come all over my cock.”

She cried out, her nails digging deeper. I could feel it. She was so close to the edge. I wanted to make her snap.

“That’s it. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Harder. Please, fuck me harder.”

Harder. Faster. She was so fucking pent up. The tension inside her so close to snapping. And when she did, I wasn’t quite sure if I could hold on either. I was too fucking close to blowing my load inside her.

“Fuck. Come on my cock. I want to feel you.”

I shoved my hand in between us and strummed her clit. Once. Twice. Then she fucking detonated on me. Her scream of pleasure echoed around the room. And her pussy milked me for all it was worth.

I thrust once, twice, three more times and then I was fucking coming too. Coming inside her whilst she pulsated and trembled beneath me. I rode out both our orgasms, grinding into her. Making her take it all as my cock spurted again and again.

I almost fucking collapsed on top of her when both of us were spent. Shit. I’d never fucking come so hard in my life. Nothing could prepare me for the sweet ecstasy she brought on.

Fuck. Avery was a fucking goddess. Just like the Aztec goddess of carnal pleasures and lust tattooed on the right side of my chest, Tlazolteotl. And on my left, Tezcatlipoca, the god of darkness and the lord of the night. They represented the darker sides of me. Partially why I kept them hidden so much. My desires weren’t for public consumption. But Avery knew. I’d shown her. And I’d explain the meaning of the tattoos to her later.

Avery. Beautiful, strong and so fucking amazing.

I pulled out and lay beside her. She curled into my chest, her hand running down my back. Her touch so gentle. Her lips met my chest in a soft kiss, making me shiver.

“Am I allowed to tell you that was the best sex of my life?” she whispered.

I smiled.

“You’re allowed to say what you want.”

“Best. Ever.”

I couldn’t help laughing. Fuck. Too innocent, but really… she was right. It had been. No one gave me the same intense rush of feelings she did.

“Don’t want to raise the bar too high, how do you expect me to top that?”

She shoved me, which only made me laugh harder.

“Aiden, it’s not funny. Now I’m embarrassed.”

I wrapped my arm around her and kissed the top of her head. I brushed her hair away from her ear and leant towards it.

“Don’t be. Everything about it was fucking perfect.”

She twisted in my hold, trying to shift away from me. I wouldn’t let her.

“Be serious.”

“I am. You’ve got the sweetest, tightest pussy. You’re so sexy it hurts to look at you and the way you came apart on my cock was fucking amazing to watch. So yes, Avery, it was fucking perfect.”

“So you don’t regret it?”

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