“Move your fucking hands,” he ordered.
I dropped my hands to my sides, and relaxed my jaw, allowing him more space. I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. I also felt my own wetness dripping down my inner thighs. I continued to lick and suck where I could as Aaron pounded my throat.
“Hollow your cheeks,” he grunted, face and neck straining. He was on the verge of coming. “You’re going to swallow every bit of it.”
That’d been a foregone conclusion, but I nodded my head in agreement anyway. Well, as well as I could with him still fucking the hell out of my face. I felt it when his cock swelled even more, and a split second later my tongue was coated with his hot, sticky semen. I swallowed what I could. He finally pulled out of my mouth, allowing me the space to swallow, just as another spurt of come squirted from him. I held my mouth open to catch every last drop, just as he’d directed.
I was exhausted by the time he finished coming, my jaw ached, but Aaron was like the damn Energizer Bunny. He lifted me from the floor and carried us to the leather chair that sat in the corner of the room.
I gasped and called his name, when I felt him insert a finger into my anus.
“Your pussy is too sore but your ass is mine.”
Moaning at his salacious words, I glanced over my shoulder to see him with the same tube of lube he’d used the day before. I straddled my legs over either side of his, bending over to let him massage the lube in. Butterflies fluttered in my belly at the nervousness and fear that began to rise up. A butt plug was one thing, but Aaron’s cock was another. No, it wasn’t the first time we’d had intercourse this way, but it’d been a long time.
“A-Aaron,” I stuttered.
“I won’t hurt you … yet,” he growled.
I closed my eyes as another flood of wetness seeped from my core. I remembered Michelle’s words from earlier. I was just as bad as Aaron. Even the thought of pain felt good as long as it came from him. I must’ve been some kind of masochist.
I braced my hands on either side of the chair, when Aaron lifted me by the hips and placed his cock at the entrance of my backside.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as he breached me, stretching me to fit him.
“Don’t tense up,” he cooed in my ear.
I grabbed his hand at my waist, needing him to pause.
“Move your hand.”
I continued to hold it, suddenly unsure that I wanted to do this.
“Move your hand,” he ordered again, tightening his hold on me.
I did as he directed and again he slid farther into my ass. The burning sensation caused me to wince. He pushed until he was all the way in. He didn’t move at first, letting me adjust to being stuffed in this way. His large hands around my waist traveled up to cup both of my breasts. I squirmed and moaned when he pinched my nipples, plucking them. I squeezed my eyes shut as the burning in my ass gave way to a deeper sensation in my core. I wiggled my hips.
“You-you have to move, Aaron,” I pleaded, my body seeking more of this growing feeling.
His hands went to my hips again, raising me along his rod, and pulling me down again. His hips rose to meet me, pounding against my hips.
“Open your eyes!” he yelled.
I did and realized the mirror that lined our bathroom door gave us the perfect view of our lovemaking. I’m sure that’s why he’d set the chair up there in the first place. I rose and fell on his cock, breasts bouncing as he made me his in every way imaginable.
“Touch yourself. Let me see it.”
I widened my legs and moved my hand to my clit and began massaging it. Aaron’s eyes zeroed in on my hand, watching me pleasure myself as he continued to take what was his from the back. Within a few minutes a tightness began building in my toes, making it’s way up my body.
“I’m about to come!” I yelled, breathless.
Aaron’s response was to grunt and pick up the pace. He smacked my hand away from my pussy and continued the job himself, pressing firmly against my clit, massaging it. My hips jumped at the increased impact and I came again, yelling his name. Soon after my climax, Aaron pushed my torso against his body, fusing our bodies together. He leaned over my neck, biting down and growling as he came inside of me. I held onto his arm and wrapped my other arm around the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair to soothe him as he orgasmed.
He held me tightly for a long while after he finished coming. I felt like he was forcing all the air from my lungs the way he held me so close.
“You’re mine,” he repeated over and over into the crook of my neck.
“I know,” I agreed.
