26
Olivia
The same voice that told me this man was dangerous now screams at me run away.
Run away and hide, flee out of my skin, escape forever.
The voice is the same one that issues the mantra of escape. It’s another. One that comes from deep within with a warning that I can’t want him the way I do.
I shouldn’t.
Back at the club, I might have been able to detach and go through the motions. The idea of sex was supposed to be just sex, until he kissed me and turned everything upside down.
As he grabs my arm and lifts me off him. I know something just changed.
Something definitely changed in me and I feel like I might go insane when he stops touching me.
My ass hurts as my skin connects with the bed.
But I forget pain when he rips off my panties, tearing the fabric right off my body and swoops down burying his face between my thighs.
His clever tongue lashes over my clit then goes deep into my passage.
I press my elbows into the bed and arch my back, rubbing my pussy over his face as he licks, sucks, teases, claims.
Fuck, it feels so damn good I can’t contain myself. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good or wanted someone so badly I ached.
I can’t control the pleasure filled sounds falling from my lips any more than I can my insatiable need for him.
As he gives me more and more passion rises within me, swirling like hot lava in a volcano getting ready to erupt. It’s then I feel the first tug of a sweet orgasm.
Tonight it feels different. Different because of him.
The man.
The ruthless man plundering my body like the merciless hunter he is, making sure I know I’m his.
“Aiden,” I cry, and he lifts his head at the sound of my voice calling his name.
“Yeah, that’s right. You scream my name angel’skoye lichiko,” he commands, and his endearment feels sexier than it ever has.
“I’m coming.”
“Come for me.”
I do.
“Oh God,” I scream throwing my head back as a vicious orgasm assaults my body.
I come hard and a wall of intoxicating pleasure surrounds me. He drinks me up, and continues to eat me out, lapping and teasing until there’s nothing left.
I barely manage to catch my breath when he starts undoing his belt. As he shoves his pants down his hips, his mammoth sized cock springs free from the prison of restraint and juts perfectly toward me.
He’s erect and ready to fuck me. Beads of pre-cum on the fat head glisten in the light and the molten heat in his icy eyes suggest he’s going to take me in such a way I’ll never forget.
“I’m clean, you?”
“Yes,” I choke out, just managing to process his question.