Page 103 of That Sik Luv

“Fuck,” she cries out, attempting to get out of my grasp, but I grip her hips, forcing her back onto my tongue.

Briony rarely curses, so when I hear her innocent lips mutter the word fuck with my tongue in her ass, it’s a recipe for disaster. I lean back up, my pulse spiking in anticipation as a bead of cum drips from the tip of my cock, needing to dirty her with a pleasure we’ve both yet to discover. I slap the white porcelain skin of her ass with a rough hand, loving the bounce her flesh gives me, thirsty for the reddened marks, ultimately causing her to moan against the blanket between her white-knuckled hold.

I wasn’t lying when I told her I’d own every part of her. I’ve been dreaming of this day since following her around in those plaid little skirts to and from the Academy. The day I defile my little doll.

“Aero,” she says breathlessly, worry laced in her tone. “Promise you’ll...promise you won’t...”

Spitting down onto her, I coat her hole before laughing to myself. “Bite down on that blanket, baby,” I whisper in a cracked tone. A tone that shows my control is breaking.

“Promise I won’t hold back.”

Chapter forty-six

Worn

Withlittlewarning,Ifeel the warm, wet, bulbous head of his massive cock push against my sensitive opening.

It’s a strange feeling. One I’m certainly not accustomed to. If I’m honest, I wasn’t even sure people did things like this. The idea of something so dirty, so inherently wrong and vile, with no real purpose other than to derive sick and twisted pleasure, makes my insides quiver with excitement and anticipation.

It’s a degrading sort of act, and hearing the restraint in his tone while feeling the way Aero’s body practically vibrates with energy and excitement over the idea makes me want to allow it all the more.

“Touch your clit, Bri. Rub it in slow circles with your fingers and take a few deep breaths,” Aero eagerly demands.

His voice is hoarse and strained, and he sounds like he’s losing all the control he thought he had. He’d promised he wouldn’t hold back, but the way he’s working me through this says anything but.

“I’m just going to feed it to you slow. Okay, baby?”

I twist the comforter in my sweaty palm, bringing it to my forehead as I use my other hand to begin massaging myself with slow circles between my legs, bracing for the pain I’m about to endure.

“Okay,” I say with an exhale.

I feel him push against me until my opening stretches. The pain and discomfort are followed by a strange fullness as my passage finally opens and gives way for him. The crown of his cock gets sucked into the tight muscles surrounding it, and a strangled groan escapes me as I attempt to control my breathing.

He groans, cursing softly while stilling inside me. “Fuck, it’s so tight. It almost hurts how hard you’re choking my cock.”

He’s really enjoying this. Gritting his teeth through whatever sensations silently wreck him.

I feel more saliva drip down onto the place where we connect, a large amount wetting the area further as I breathe through my lips.

“Is it in now?” I ask, assuming the worst is over.

He chuckles lightly through his short, uncontrolled breaths. “I’m only in about an inch, maybe two.”

“Oh shit,” I cry out into the blankets.

“We got at least seven more.”

“No,” I whine into the blankets.

“You need to trust me, Briony,” he breathes. He leans over my back, his hand sliding into my hair as his thumb grazes my cheek with a gentle sweeping motion. “Trust that I’ve got you. I need you to love this because I plan on doing it often.”

My heart tumbles inside of my chest at the statement. A statement very unlike the man I first met.

“Okay?” he asks softly, gaining my attention before moving.

I swallow before licking my lips.

“Okay.”

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