Prince Player(106)
“That’s it,” I moan. “Ethan. I’m so close. Please, let me come.”
“You want to come on this cock?” he asks. “You want to come for me, you dirty fucking girl? You’re my pet, Aria. You’re my fucking pet with your tight little pussy and your perfect fucking hips. Beg for my permission.”
“Please. Oh god, please. I need it. I need it so badly. Please let me come.”
I can feel it building. He’s not slowing down, just keeps fucking me, working my clit. I know I’m going to come and there’s nothing stopping it.
“Oh fuck,” I moan nice and deep.
“Come for me,” he grunts, fucking me, working me.
I come hard, the orgasm exploding through my mind. My body tenses and releases, pleasure rocking through my skin. I don’t know how I can even stand it, there’s just so much pleasure rolling along my spine, and I think I black out for a second.
Not long after, or maybe it’s forever, he’s still fucking me. He releases my clit and grabs my hips, slamming deep into me. He’s relentless, and it feels so fucking good.
“God damn, girl,” he groans. “I’m going to fill this cunt up. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I groan, working my hips, getting into it. “Come inside me. Go ahead. I want it. I want to feel it.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, and I can feel him. He comes deep inside my pussy, and I keep moving, working my hips, sliding along his length. I want him to come hard, and his hands dig into my flesh.
Finally, we collapse into the bed together. He wraps his arms around my body and pulls me tight against him, breathing into my hair.
“Fuck, girl,” he says softly. “You are my pet.”
“I am,” I say, nuzzling up against his chest. We’re naked and sweating and this is where I want to be, the perfect place to be. He holds me tight, and our breathing synchronizes.
I lose all sense of time with him there, and it’s perfect. We’re one together, floating in the post-sex haze of orgasm, and I can’t believe how content I feel.
I’ve never felt this way before, not with anybody. I don’t know how Ethan makes me feel this way, but he does, and it’s incredible. It’s also a little terrifying, but I’m not thinking about it too much. I don’t want to think about what happens after this month, or really about what happens five minutes from now. I just want to enjoy this moment, perfect and right and good. This is all I need or want.
17
Ethan
I breathe in her smell and feel like I’m going to pass out. I’m so tired, so exhausted, and I feel so content and comfortable lying in bed with her, still covered in sweat.
I didn’t plan this. Frankly, I didn’t know what I was going to do when I saw her. Part of me wanted to throw her out and never see her again, but I knew I couldn’t do that. Not really, not even in my deepest anger.
This issue with Richard isn’t going to go away, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t take it out on Aria. I never told her that we had to be subtle and quiet. I told her that I was going to spoil her and that she could do anything she wanted, more or less, and then I neglected her. I deserve what I’m getting, but I won’t make that same mistake twice. I won’t take this out on her, because she doesn’t deserve it.
I run my fingers down her back and she shivers. “That feels good,” she says softly.
“Yeah?” I softly rub her back. “What else feels good?”
“Everything,” she says, laughing, and looks up at me. “Why are you here?”
“Decided to take off work today.”
“Oh,” she says. “I’m glad you did.”
“Me too.” I laugh lightly. “I didn’t plan that, you know.”
“That’s okay,” she says. “I didn’t mind.”
“I’m sure you didn’t. But I’m usually more...”
“In control?” she finishes.
“Exactly. But with you, it’s different.”
“Why?” She sits up and looks at me, hair spilling down around us.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly.
She smiles and looks away. “That makes me happy, either way.”
“I want to get to know you.”
“What do you want to know?” she asks.
“Your childhood.”
“Not much to say.” She shrugs a little bit. “I grew up with my dad. Mom died when I was really young.”
“I’m sorry. That must have been hard.”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I never knew her. But I did know a string of nannies.”
I laugh softly. “You were rich?”