“That’s all?” I whisper diabolically. “I jerked off twice that night after we hung up, I was too turned on to sleep.” My hands slide up her thighs, parting them. “If I rubbed my thumb along your panties, would they be wet?”
She groans, pulling me closer. “Wait. I want to taste you this time. Stand up.”
Loosely gathering her long hair and gripping it with my fist, I kiss her again. “Are you giving orders here, baby?”
She groans as I cup her pussy with my hand. “Please, Sir. Will you please stand up and let me suck you?”
I’m on my feet in an instant, guiding her hand to my belt. “Go ahead.”
Pulling her head back with my grip on her hair, I kiss her harshly as her shaking hands take off my belt and draw down my zipper. Softly kissing the tip of my shaft, she looks up at me as her hands slide back to squeeze my ass and I nearly shove my cock down her throat. “Slow, lass, unless you want me coming in the next six seconds.”
She winks at me, slowly pulling me into her mouth, her clever little tongue stroking along the underside of my cock, tracing the throbbing vein there.
“Good girl,” I groan, my head falling back.
Aria’s enthusiasm and lack of a gag reflex means self-control is nearly impossible when she has me in her mouth. I pull her hair, reciting the entire starting bench of the 1962 Scotland National Football Club, trying to keep from disgracin’ myself. She moansapprovingly, one hand moving to squeeze my balls, rolling them gently between her fingers.
“Shite- woman- fuck!” I come down her throat, feeling the spasms as she swallows my come. Some of it leaks from the corners of her mouth and I yank her off my cock and up, kissing her fiercely, licking the come from her lips and pushing it back inside with my tongue. “You sexy, perfect thing,” I say hoarsely, kissing her again and again.
Throwing her over my shoulder, I head toward the back of my jet, to the bedroom there. Aria laughs as I throw her on the bed hard enough to bounce twice. Crawling over her, I shove her legs apart with my knees and cage her head between my arms.
“I’m gonna fuck you until you’re sore,” I promise, “and then I’m going to fuck you again. I’m gonna make you scream yourself hoarse because there is nothing better than being inside you.”
“Oh, okay,” she wheezes, her small hands gripping my shirt.
Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me, watching me pull off my shirt and pants. Sitting up, she kisses my chest as I pull her arms up so I can take off her dress and bra, greedily squeezing her breasts. Pushing her back down with my hand between them, I kiss my way back down to her cunt, already glistening and wet for me.
With the first touch of my tongue, her hips arch up as she moans, and I have to slam an arm over her stomach to hold her down. I lick her clit with sharp, quick flicks of my tongue, watching her shake and tremble. Sliding two thick fingers inside her, I spread them wide.
“So nice and sweet, baby. I love watching you come on my tongue.” She’s still mindlessly trying to close her thighs together and I lean back enough to land a slap on her clit that’s hardenough to make her sit up with a shriek. “Keep your eyes on me.” She tries to hold my gaze, her lids fluttering with each thrust of my fingers. “You’re close, aren’t you, love?”
“Mm-hmm…” she moans.
Pulling my mouth off her, I add another finger inside and slap her clit again. It’s bright red, swollen and wet from her juices. I can feel her satiny walls inside begin to pulse, trying to squeeze against my fingers. “You’re going to come, baby. Right now.” I slap her pussy with my other hand and this time she screams. Loud enough to make my ears ring and I laugh, rearing back to cram my cock inside her.
“It’s never easy,” I grunt, “trying to get back into you. This tight, slick little cunny always fights me. But you always take me, don’t you?”
There’s a tear leaking from the corner of her eye and I lick it away. We kiss each other like we’re the only source of oxygen, frantic and desperate. She puts her hands on my ass, drawing me in deeper even as more tears well in her eyes. I can feel her snug walls, stretching to take me.
“There’s my delicious little slut, taking every inch of my fat cock, even though it hurts.” Goddamn, she’s tight. I pause for a moment, gathering the shredded remains of my self-control, slowly dragging my cock through her core. When she’s finally relaxed enough to take all of me, I slam into her, growling and hissing at the feel of her around me.
“You look so beautiful when you’re being torn apart by my cock, my wife.” Aria arches up and bites my lip, hard, and making me laugh. “You close, baby? This time, when you come on my cock, you’re going to say thank you like a good girl does. You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”
My hips are slapping against the soft skin of her inner thighs and she wraps her legs around my waist tightly. “Yes,” she moans, “yes, I want to be your good girl! Please! Thank you!”
I reach between us and pinch her red, abused little clit one last time and she screams again, hoarsely, like her voice is giving out, just the way I promised it would. My sweet Aria’s breath is catching, like she can’t get enough air and I kiss her again, tasting the two of us together on her lips.
“One more.”
“I- c- can’t, I…”
I slam into her as hard as I can, feeling her cunt milk me greedily.“One more, baby. Come with me again and I’ll let you rest.”
Her raspy little pants and moans are so fucking erotic, and I grip her hair in one hand and her hip with the other, holding her down as I thrust up into her three more times, feeling her squeeze my cock in a death grip as we come together.
Her hands fall to her sides, limp and slack even as her perfect, snug pussy finishes squeezing the come from me.
Dropping my head to her chest, I breathe deeply, treasuring the silky feel of her for a moment as I recover.
