Page 141 of That Sik Luv

I watch as she swallows me whole, pushing deeper and deeper until my balls lay heavy against her sopping labia beneath. A pained groan leaves my throat at the way she opens for me.

“Used and dirty again. Just how I need you, baby.”

With a few more thrusts, I watch my shiny shaft disappear deep into her ass, the pleasure practically crippling me as my body ignites and I lose myself all over again.

She’s the only one who can ever understand my needs and accepts me as nothing but the psychotic man with twisted and fucked up desires I am.

If only I knew what she had in store for me.

I wake feeling deliciously sore, just as I’d desired.

Warm water surrounds me, as do those powerful, familiar arms. My back is against Aero’s chest as his fingers trail lazy lines up and down my arms.

“There she is,” he whispers in my ear, readjusting his grip on my naked body beneath the water. “Wake up, baby. I missed you.”

His lips surround the shell of my ear as he continues to devour me, placing endless kisses along my neck and shoulder.

I’m still in a bit of a fog. The sedatives are wearing off, but the dizziness is lingering. I grip the side of the tub, feeling as if I’m going to slip beneath the water.

“I got you,” he whispers, holding me firmly in his lap.

I sigh, enjoying the sore yet soothing sensation encompassing me. Both holes feel used and ache with that burning sensation that tells me all I need to know about how he enjoyed himself. The thought of him fucking my limp and sedated body as I'd demanded has my insides convulsing with a need all their own. I gave myself to him as his own personal fuck doll to be used as he desired.

“Aero,” I mumble through numbed lips.

It’s then that my vision clears and I see sparkles coming from beneath the warm water. Like stars, they shine until I blink again and gain focus.

“Aero!” I gasp, shooting upright and looking down at my chest.

Both of my nipples are pierced. Gold bars sit through each of them, little gold hearts surrounding the tips.

Aero's hand from behind me grips the front of my neck, pulling me back and pinning me against his hard chest.

“Calm down.” His deep, authoritative tone rumbles through me. “Fuck, just look at you.”

My breasts float beneath the water around his corded forearm as I gaze at them.

“I couldn’t stop myself after I pierced them. Have to make sure they stay clean. God knows I dirtied them enough already.”

I release a silent sigh, feeling entirely too turned on for my own good at the thought of him cumming all over my bare chest.

“I can’t believe you,” I groan, acting irritated, yet already loving how they look.

They’re actually extremely sexy and make me feel even more paired with my mate and his own personal jewelry I’ve grown entirely too fond of.

“Believe it. I told you I’d do it. I’m not one for bluffing, darling. Think you know that well enough.”

I feel his erection forming beneath the water against the crack of my ass again, loving the fact that he’s still naked with me.

“Ready for your show, doll?” he asks, placing a cellphone on the cedar plank stand next to us.

I swallow, rolling my lips together as the nerves build beneath my skin. Nodding, he slowly licks up the side of my neck, making me stir in his lap. My pulse is pounding in anticipation, my body already humming with a numbness only fear and lust can provide. My lips part as my eyes focus in on his body in action.

Watching him use me as he desires, caring for me and giving me affection while I'm unconscious, is exhilarating. Seeing him in this element, listening to the words he spews, watching as he devours me entirely… It’s forming that ache again. The endless ache that has my body constantly screaming for him alone.

We stay in the tub as he continues to wash me with soft, caressing hands beneath the sudsy water until the footage finally finishes. I turn in the large tub to face him, straddling his lap, needing to be closer. Our eyes lock, and my body ignites with waves of endless emotion. Silently we just stare into the other’s eyes, conveying so much without the need for words.

Trailing his arms beneath the surface of the water with the tips of my fingers, he relishes in my touch, now needing it to breathe. A soft sigh of pleasure leaves him as I reach his neck. I run my thumb over his bottom lip near his scar, finally breaking my stare. He leans forward, his arms wrapping around me, one possessively behind the back of my neck, the other cupping my bottom, as our lips connect.

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