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“Sorry,” I gasp when I have at least one brain cell cooperating, using the head rest to push up and quit trying to suffocate Aiden by boobs. His expression doesn’t seem the least bit bothered that he probably couldn’t breathe very well.

Shivers wrack my body as he pulls his fingers free, then promptly sticks them in his mouth to suck them clean. His eyes close on a pleased groan. When they open, I nearly draw back from the ferocity simmering in them. Then they dim.

“I don’t have a condom,” he sighs. “I wasn’t exactly planning on this. Not tonight.”

I swallow hard and look away, my orgasm-high dying a terrible death. “I understand.”

“You understand what?”

I shrug, keeping my eyes averted. “I haven’t been tested yet. You wouldn’t want me to give you anything if…”

He interrupts me before I can say Damien’s name. “That’snotwhy I brought it up. I said that because I’m asking if I can fuck you without one.” I glance at him with wide eyes, surprised, and he chuckles. “You’re clean, Kitten. I know you are. Don’t,” he adds when I open my mouth, “ask how right now. I don’t want to fuck this up for us.”

I snap my mouth shut and Aiden reaches out, kneading my breast and rolling the nipple under his thumb. “Pretty please with sugar on a tit, Kitten? Can I fuck this sweet little pussy without a condom?”

If the words hadn’t done it on their own, the hand not on my breast diving back towards my pussy to play does. In answer, I wrap my hand around his cock, swallowing hard when my fingers don’t come close to closing around his girth. Trying to not think about how this is probably going to hurt, I shift forward, guiding the head to my entrance.

Aiden grips my hips, eyes darting between where my pussy is resting against his dick and my own eyes. “Slowly,” he bites out as I lower myself a little, the very tip pressing inside of me. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

I heed his warning, moving slowly, working his cock in and out of me. It pinches in a way I haven’t ever experienced, making me wince, but as I adjust I find myself moaning and wanting more. Aiden lets out a guttural sound as I fit all of him inside of me after some work, our bodies fully connected.

I look down at where we meet and unbidden tears spring to my eyes. I’m having sex and it’s finallymychoice. It’s an incredible thing, and I feel like I’m invincible. Finally. Something someone else can’t take from me. This moment will always be mine.

“Hey, hey,” Aiden soothes, his hand locking on my throat and making me look him in the eye. “Are you okay, Kitten?”

I give him a grin, my eyes still watering. “I’m perfect.”

He seems to understand, dipping his head in a nod. “Ride me, beautiful. Take what you want. I told you the first time we fucked, you’d be the one fucking me. Do it.”

I’m awkward and stumbling at first, trying to find a way to place my legs on the edges of seat without being too uncomfortable. But as I find my rhythm, Aiden grips my hips, helping guide me; sliding me up and down; showing me how to swivel my hips, which makes my pussy clench with the feeling. Once I’m moving faster, he brings his head up, sucking on my nipples again. It sends me over the edge.

I scream with my entire body. My muscles all clench as I come, my hips jerking freely. Aiden draws me down to him, locking his arms under mine, behind my back. Thrusting up into me from below, Aiden fucks me hard through my second orgasm of the night, hitting spots deep in me I didn’t even know existed. All I can do is wail as the intensity I’m feeling increases.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Aiden hisses, but I only half hear him. “I’m coming. I’m coming, Kitten.”

I feel the pulsing of his cock as I come down off my high, complete with a flooding warmth. He slows his pace, muttering something I can’t quite decipher, and then collapses on the seat. Still plastered against him, I tuck my head into his neck, both of us breathing hard.

I feel hazy, a sated sort of exhaustion filling me up, followed by a shiver that wracks my entire body. “Sleep?” I mumble once my breathing has evened out.

“Home, then sleep,” he mutters back, sounding just as worn out. His hands move and he touches my cheek, prompting me to lift my head. “You’re okay?”

I nod against his palm. “Fine.”

Aiden kisses me, slow and sweet, then pats my bare thigh. “Come on. Let’s get home. I’ll sneak into your room with you tonight.”

I beam at him and then look down. I can already see a mess pooling in the short curly hair at the base of his cock. “Uh. How do I…?”

“Just lift up and I’ll help you get over to the other seat,” he answers, laughing.

I raise myself up, his hands on my hips to help, cringing when I feel a gush of liquid leave me as soon as he’s fully out. My ass hits the passenger seat with a wet slap and he hands over his shirt, instructing me to use it to clean up.

We both struggle back into our clothes, Aiden forgoing his shirt, and then he finishes driving us back. I’m sore as we tiptoe into the house after parking, making me walk a bit more delicately than needed.

True to his word, Aiden slips into my bedroom with me. We take turns using the bathroom to pee, and then tumble into the bed together in nothing but our underwear. We curl up, tangling our limbs, and he strokes my hair while I lay on his chest.

“I knew it the day I caught you,” he murmurs.

“Knew what?” I asked, half asleep.

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