“Aiden!” I roar his name as he roars mine.
My eyes roll back, my orgasm crashing into me. My cock jerks in my hand, spraying cum all over the blankets as Aiden grips my hips, nearly painfully, his cock emptying into my ass.
Rope after rope of hot cum fills me, prolonging my climax.
“Fucking hell,” Aiden groans, his body almost collapsing onto mine, pushing us forward, right onto my cum.
“You’re making a mess of me,” I chuckle breathlessly as Aiden peppers kisses along my spine.
“Good,” he grunts. “I love it when you’re covered in cum.”
My ass clenches around him, and he growls.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, lips brushing over my cheek. While I love being knotted, it can get uncomfortable waiting for the knot to deflate.
“Good,” I mumble.
We stay like this for a few minutes before he’s able to slide out of me. I feel the gush of his cum gliding down my thighs.
“Fuck.” He frowns, parting my cheeks. “I love seeing my cum dripping out of your used hole.” He gathers his cum with two fingers before pushing it back inside me, making me shiver and my eyes roll back.
“Keep doing that, and we’re going to have to go for round two.”
He chuckles, pulling his fingers free, and slaps my ass. “Be a good boy and clean my fingers.”
He brings them near my mouth. He doesn’t think I’ll do it, but just to see the feral look in his eyes, I wrap my lips around them and suck.
“Damn it,” he growls as my tongue swirls around his digits.
I chuckle, eyes dropping to see his soft cock getting hard again.
“Let’s go get cleaned up. I’m hungry again. Then I think we need a night out. There’s a club on the other end of town called Club 21. A little music and dancing might be nice.”
“I don’t know,” he says.
“What if I told you I overheard Emma talking to the baker when I went to the bathroom at the bakery.Andwhat if I told you that Emma told him that she was going to Club 21 and asked the baker to come along.”
“Okay, why would I care where they go?”
“Because the baker asked if Lexi was working tonight.”
I grin when I see his eyes light up. “She works there?”
“Only one way to find out.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
“Let’s go get cleaned up. Guess we’re going dancing.”
“Fuck yes.” I fist pump.
“What if she thinks we’re stalking her?”
“Its a bar, we’re allowed to go for some drinks.”
“If she asks us to leave, we leave.”
“Done.”
See you soon, my feisty little Kitten.
