I throw my head back and scream as I feel his thickness pushing its way past my wet folds, and then straining against my inner walls as it goes deep inside of me.
Gritting my teeth, I hold my position as my insides grow accustomed to having him inside of me, and then I start rocking my hips. I start slow, but it doesn't take long for me to build a rhythm.
I close my eyes as Aidan reaches for my tits, squeezing them hard, and I start to go even faster. Then, when he pinches both my hard nipples at the same time, I just stop moving completely and my pussy tightens up around his cock like a vice.
“Fuck,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, the pain traveling from my nipples to my brain and stabbing it over and over again. Unable to keep still any longer, I start moving again, my pussy still tight around his cock. He simply lets me do it, allowing me to take the lead and ride him into sweet despair.
When he finally releases my nipples, it’s too late; the wild beast inside of me has already escaped from its cage, and there’s no holding it back. I bend over and, still rocking my hips as fast as I can, I start clawing at his chest, red lines showing on his skin wherever my fingernails go through.
I go from rocking my hips in that coming and going motion to simply jumping up and down; going from my knees to my feet, I squat over his cock and impale myself on his huge cock over and over again.
And to think that I was afraid I’d never be able to do this… God, I was terrified of losing him. But I was an idiot; I know Aidan, I know the kind of person he really is, and I should've trusted him. No matter, though—all that’s done, and the future is an open road.#p#分页标题#e#
All these thoughts crash to a halt as Aidan thrusts suddenly, raising his hips from the mattress and driving his cock so deep inside of me that it’s a miracle he hasn’t split me in two. I scream as I come, pleasure raging through my veins like a fast acting drug, contaminating my brain and ecstasy and making me completely delirious.
I don’t even wait for the orgasm to wash over me. Even though my muscles are all twitching, I manage to roll to the side and turn my back to Aidan; he follows after me quickly, reading what’s on my mind, and places one hand on my waist. His chest is pressed against my back, and all I have to do is jut my ass back to feel his thick shaft between my ass cheeks. I grind against him, wasting no time, stroking his cock with my ass.
He moves his hips softly, matching the movement of my body, but he doesn’t endure that for long; pulling back from me, he grabs his cock and pushes it down, placing it between my legs. I feel its tip against my inner lips, and a fraction of a second later he thrusts violently, his shaft once more ravaging my pussy as it goes in.
“Hard… Fuck me hard, as hard you can!” I cry out, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass and drowning every single thought floating inside of my head.
I asked him to go hard, and hard is exactly how he goes; putting all his strength behind his movements, his cock goes in and out of me so fast I don’t even know when it’s going in and when it’s going out. All I know is that he’s fucking me with the intensity of a man who shouldn’t exist nowadays. Make no mistake, Aidan belongs to a rare breed of men, and you won’t find someone like him easily. Unless you go to Python, that is, but Python is a galaxy away from the real world, isn’t it? It’s the place where gods meet.
“Ugh,” I grunt, unable to scream any longer. Biting down on my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, I close my eyes and surrender to the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes against me. It overtakes me completely, and I can even feel my soul burning right now.
“Can you keep going?” Aidan asks, his lips close to my ear. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of my pussy and I turn to him, a dizzy expression on my face.
“What do you think?” I whisper, but my voice betrays how close to being completely spent I am. Still, I don’t care; even if I succumb to exhaustion, I want to keep on fucking. As far as I’m concerned, I’d happily fuck my way into an early grave.
“I think you’re a wicked woman,” he shoots back at me, and then goes to his knees. Curling his fingers around one of my wrists, he pulls me into him and then turns me around; with one forearm across my shoulder blades, he forces me down and I assume an all fours position in front of me.
“I love this view,” he says, his voice so deep and sweet that I can’t help but close my eyes and smile.
“Don’t hold back now... “ I whisper, but I know he doesn’t need instructions.
“Have I ever held back?”