Page 40 of Make Her Bleed
"Yes, my pussy is yours!" she screams as her first orgasm hits, bucking against me. Her pussy squeezes me so tight I'm almost pushed out as I pull back to thrust deeper into her.
I give one more powerful thrust before pulling out. She lets out a loud gasp like she was holding her breath and waiting until my cock exited her convulsing pussy to breathe again.
"No, don't stop," she begs adamantly.
I quickly flip us so she's straddling me and she wastes no time taking my cock back inside her tension-filled heat.
"So fucking wet," I groan as she starts off riding me just as hard and fast as I had been fucking her. Beads of sweat roll down her tight, perfect body, slickening us both. Her skin turns red with the persistent slapping of our skin.
I sit up and kiss her passionately as I grab her slippery hips and fuck her hard, meeting each movement of hers with an equally unyielding thrust of mine.
"Oh, fuck!" she cries as she clings to me, pressing her forehead against mine. "What are you doing to me?"
"Raw fucking, baby. Do you like this?"
She nods quickly, breathless, panting, and moaning.
"So, so good."
"I told you I would fuck you hard.Thisis hard fucking, Aria." My grip slips to her ass, and I feel my release coming but I'm not ready. I don't want to get off yet.
I'm no two-pump chump, and my mission is to make her feel good. After whatever Kai has been putting her through, she deserves this.
The thought of what might've been done to her is enough to push my release back.
The door opens, and I look over Aria's shoulder as she keeps thrusting away, unfazed by the intrusion of Rowe and Dax.
"Get out," I hiss as I keep working at her.
"You've been getting to work on her early. Did you fuck her all last night, too?" Rowe jokes as their eyes remain glued to her ass bouncing on my cock.
"Seriously. Get.The fuck.Out," I growl the words.
It only takes one look into my eyes to see that I'm not joking. Rowe groans. "Fine, party pooper."
"What? No, I want to watch," Dax protests.
I'm ready to throttle them both when Aria pulls my face back to hers. She doesn't kiss me but stares into my eyes. The desire is overwhelming but the desperation squeezes my heart.
"Stay with me," she breathes out.
She craves my attention and more than just the pleasure I'm giving her. She wants me to be here in the moment with her, not distracted by the two dipshits who don't want to leave.
"I'm with you," I confirm as I stroke her tangled mess of red hair.
This whole thing tells me everything I need to know. She wants me present because she feels the same way about me as I do her. I don't know if it's been there this whole time or if it's a recent development. All I know is I don't ever want to let her go.
She comes two more times before I allow myself to experience a release.
It's mind-blowing, and if I hadn't just woken up, I might've passed out.
She lies next to me, breathing like she just ran a marathon, but her eyes slowly drift once I pull out. By the time I've discarded the condom, her breathing is even, and I know she's asleep.
I fucked her into a coma.
I fight the urge to laugh at the idea. Instead, I pull the blanket back over her naked body and watch as she turns over into a more peaceful sleep than she had last night.
The reminder of last night fills me with anger. She shouldn't feel that scared. Whatever he is doing to her, it's too much.
