Page 9 of Becoming His

Rolling my eyes, I tangle my fingers in his hair, jutting my breasts into his face so he can stop talking. The look he gives me tells me he knows exactly what I am doing, but he turns his attention back to my taut bud.

“Only for you,” I say half-heartedly as he fucks my ass faster. He switches to my other breast, grazing the hard tip with his teeth, and my pussy flutters.

Aiden’s breath fans across my chest as he huffs out a laugh. “Never did I imagine you would be so responsive. So fucking perfect.”

“Aiden…” I need more, but I can’t determine what. I want him to fill me in both holes. I want totastehim but couldn’t even think to ask that. He sucks my nipple into his mouth harder as he thrusts his bulge against my weeping core.

I pull his hair harder as I come. “Fuck. Please.”

I'm still quivering as he pulls his fingers out, wipes them on my skirt, and stands.

He sets me back on the desk, unzips his pants, and pulls out his thick cock, stroking it as he stares down at my pussy.

“Hold your legs,” he says, and I grab onto my knees as he steps into me further. The heat of his tip sliding across my wet center has me moaning. He presses down my thighs further, thrusting his cock between my folds repeatedly. Every bump of my clit and tease of pressure near my entrance made me writhe under him.

“Let me fuck you,” he grunts, guiding his head to my hole, the tip barely pressing in.

Yesis about to fall from my lips when a wave of anxiety hits me.

“Condom,” I croak as his tip slides in before he pulls it out. The small stretch of him inside me makes it painful to say no, I’m desperate to feel him buried deep.

He growls, sliding his cock up against my core again before returning to press the head inside me and repeating the process again. My pussy clamps when his tip pushes into me a third time, nearly sucking him inside completely. Aiden grunts, pausing before shifting his hand to thumb at my swollen clit.

He rocks slowly, never going in further. I know he is bending my rules, and I should call him out on it, but I don’t care. Not when it feels so good, even with only a small part lodged inside to fill the aching emptiness.

“Imagine how it will feel when you’re full of me,” he whispers, putting more pressure on my bundle of nerves as he speeds up the teasing of his cock.

My fingers dig into my shaking legs, tumbling into a third orgasm of the night. Aiden pulls out, groaning as he strokes his thick length, and I feel the heat of his cum as it splashes over my pussy. Without hesitation, he scoops up the mess he made and pushes it all into me. My mouth falls open as he does it again, making sure not to miss a drop.

“That’s where my cum belongs. Not inside a thin layer of latex,” he says, leveling me with an annoyed glance.

This man is going to barrel through all my boundaries, and the worst part is I think I want him too. And that’s more dangerous than any game we play.

Aiden

Adjustingtheweightonthe bar, I move to spot her as my sister lies on the bench. As we work out, the permanent scowl on her face reminds me of Brina today. I have given her space to miss and think about me. It’s been painful, considering I didn’t even get the pleasure of feeling her pussy wrapped around my cock.

“Only a few today. I can’t get wide shoulders. I have a photo shoot soon,” Sammie huffs.

I roll my eyes. “It would take more than some weight training twice every few weeks to change your shoulders.”

“I’m just saying.” She sticks out her tongue and lifts the bar before slowly bringing it to her chest. I watch her do this till we get to five, and her arms tremble as we set the bar back onto the rack.

Shaking my head, I move around the bench, grab the jump rope, and nod for her to follow me to the mat. Her phone dings, and she glances at it. I can see the temptation to answer it, and my irritation spikes.

“I think Tanner can go half an hour without speaking to you.” Her long-time friend turned recent boyfriend is obsessed with her, and while I’m happy my sister found someone to love her like that, there’s also an irrational jealousy, considering the type of person she is. Anyone would have to be insanely trusting to commit to a serial cheater.

She flips me off, standing and grabbing the second rope. “Actually, I think… Have you spoken to Jasmine?”

Frowning, I shake my head and pause my jumps. “Your best friend, Jasmine?”

Sammie gives me a pointed look like I’m dumb. “Do you know another Jasmine?”

I narrow my eyes. Her temper is one reason we limit our time together. No one tests my patience like her. “I was just confirming. I haven’t spoken to Jasmine since the one time we went to dinner.”

My sister stills, her face blanching. “What? When was this?”

“About a week after I messaged you for her number. I know the only two people in your close friend’s story are Tanner and me. It was clear she was fishing.”

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