“Severin?”
“Yeah?”
“I know I may look it, but Fragile isn’t my middle name.”
“And what is?”
Aurora locks her eyes with mine. “Yours. Tonight, it’s yours.”
Snap.
I’ve been an A-plus student at self-control and restrain my whole fucking life, until this girl came and snapped it into shreds, and I don’t take a single second to process the rest of her sentence.
My hands fist the remainders of her torn shirt and rip it off her body at the same time as she claws at mine, demanding I take it off, and I drag the wet material off.
“Holy shit,” Aurora breathes out.
“My sentiment exactly,” I agree, only where her eyes are trailing over my chest, the light dusting of hair and the tattoo on there, mine can’t take in enough of her, bathed in the darkness of the night around us.
Her smooth skin with droplets of rain slowly sliding down it. Her regal posture. Those perfect tits pushed up by her thin purple bra. The one that does a piss-poor job of hiding her razor-sharp nipples, and thank God for that. The tips of her wet blonde strands grazing against each swell.
And then there’s her thin scar running along her sternum, right in between her breasts. I close my eyes, steadying my breaths.
“It’s ugly,” Aurora whispers, and my eyes snap up where hers are already watching me. “I know it’s ugly. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking…”
I stick my tongue out and drag it against her scar.
Aurora gasps. “Sava. What are you…what…” The word ends on a moan as I give it another lick and trail the tip of my tongue over her pebbled nipple covered by the wet lace, teasing it before I draw it into my mouth. “Don’t you ever dare to call any part of you ugly. You hear me, Aurora?” I dig my hands into her hips and grind her into my hard-as-fuck cock.
Aurora moans, bracing her palms on my chest as her hips rock against me, forgetting everything else, because none of it matters.
Not right now. Not when I finally have her in my arms, my mouth on her gorgeous full tits. Her nipple gliding over my tongue and just baiting me to sink my teeth into her flesh.
Lightly, I graze my teeth over the hard bud and to my delight, a soft whine leaves Aurora’s parted lips as she watches me with her hooded gaze.
“You like a little pain with your pleasure, malysh?” I blow on her sensitive peak, and she shudders.
“I don’t know.” She bites her lip, rocking her weeping pussy over my cock, and I slip my hand into the waistband of her pants as the other one squeezes her breast. “Maybe you need to try that again.”
My nostrils flare at her bait, I haven’t done this in a long time. Haven’t felt an ounce of this madness in five long years and my head is trying to stop me from going for it but when she rolls herhips again, thrusting her tits in my face, I lose the battle and sink my teeth into her nipple.
Aurora cries out, her fingers grabbing a handful of my hair but not to push me away.
No, she holds me in place, with her nipple in my mouth as I suck it hard enough to draw blood to the sound of her pleas formore…more…more, and I nearly come in my pants just like that.
“Knew you’d be perfect.” I let go and bite down on the other side as Aurora twitches from pleasure over me. “All mine,” I growl and kiss her over her tits, up her neck, until I reach her mouth and grab another taste of it but it’s not enough. I need more. I need it all.
“Oh God,” she moans.
“Take off your pants, Aurora. Now.”
She scrambles at my command, doing what she’s told and making my already hard cock jump with excitement of her sweet submission.
Hastily, we both make a quick work of undressing, and I grab a condom from my wallet before dragging Aurora back over my erection, watching her eyes grow wide and a little terrified at my size as her lace-covered pussy glides over my length, leaving a trail of her arousal behind.
“Put it on, malysh,” I murmur, handing her the small foil packet. Those tiny, delicate hands trembling as she opens it.
The second her hand touches my cock, I hiss, nearly losing it, and spill my seed right here and now, over that delicate hand. It would look fucking amazing painted with my cum. And the vixen must know it because she doesn’t roll the condom on. Oh no, Aurora starts to slowly glide her hand up and down, watching in fascination with her lower lip trapped between her teeth as bead after bead of my precum leak out of the tip as she milks it.
