Aaron doesn’t just enter me; he claims me, inch by inch. I was right—he’s not just big, he’s fucking massive, stretching me so wide I can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he slides in.What is it again, inhaling through your nose and exhaling from your mouth?
When he’s finally balls deep, he pauses, his forehead pressed against mine, breath ragged. “Fuck, Minji,” he growls. “This feels like cominghome.”
I roll my hips, grinding against him, and he groans from deep within his chest. “Move,” I demand. “Please.” I need to feel pleasure because right now, it’s pain.
He pulls back, almost exiting completely, then slams back in, setting a brutal pace.
“Fuck!” I moan.
“Do I need to stop?”
“No, keep going… please.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, damn it.”
“Your wish is my command.” Each thrust hits that spot, the one that sends electric jolts through my body, makes my toes curl, and my breath hitch. I can feel the power in his body, the primal dominance as he fucks me hard and deep.
“Eyes on me,” he commands when my lids start to flutter closed. I force my eyes open, meeting his stare. “How rough can I go tonight? You still like to be choked?”
I nod, and he smirks, wrapping a hand around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp.
“My Honeybee is still naughty,” he whispers, fingers flexing against my pulse point. “Let’s see how much you can take tonight.” He shifts, lifting my right leg onto his shoulder, and fuck—the angle—it hits everything. I cry out, hands fisting the sheets to keep from screaming his name. “There?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows exactly where ‘there’ is.
“Yes.” I nod, biting my lip. “Right there… Aaron… yes… fuck.”
His hand slides between our sweat-slicked bodies, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The dual sensation—his thick erection stretching me and his fingers circling my sensitive clit—shoves me toward the edge of oblivion. His mouth covers my right nipple, sucking slowly at first, then with a hunger that matches the increasing pressure of his fingers on my clit.
“Give me your first orgasm of the night, Minji.” His voice vibrates against my breast. “Let me hear you scream my name.”
I whimper, the pleasure too intense, too overwhelming. Fuck, I’ve never had trouble letting go before, but right now my body is still having a malfunction. “I can’t.” I gasp.
He pulls back, his eyes locked onto mine, increasing the pressure of his fingers. “You can, and you will,” he demands. “We’ve got all night. Don’t worry, this is just the first of many.” He thrusts deeper, hitting my sweet spot, making my eyes roll back. “So be a good girl and come for me.”
His words are the match that lights the fuse. The orgasm explodes through me, a tidal wave crashing over my body. He continues to fuck me through it, drawing out my climax until I’m a trembling, incoherent mess beneath him. I feel the pulse of hisrelease, his cum filling me as he moans my name, his voice a broken, primal sound.
Aaron shifts, withdrawing and stands from the bed to remove the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the small wastebasket by my nightstand. I watch him through half-lidded eyes, my body still pulsing with aftershocks. He returns to bed, pulling me against his chest, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder. Suddenly, I am exposed, vulnerable in a way that has nothing to do with my physical nakedness. My hand moves for the sheet, but he catches it mid-air.
“Don’t,” he begins. “You’re beautiful.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks. “I should get cleaned up.”
“Let’s go together because I’m not done with you yet.” He smiles.
“Bold of you to assume I want more, because I don’t.”
“Your body doesn’t lie as well as your mouth does.”
He rises from the bed, his naked form silhouetted against the streetlight filtering through my bedroom window. My eyes trace the strong lines of his back, the curve of his ass, the powerful thighs that had been between mine moments ago. He extends his hand to me, and after a moment’s hesitation, I take it. I don’t think we’ll be doing this again, so I better get it all out of my system tonight.
When we enter the bathroom, I catch sight of myself in the mirror—evidence of what we’ve done written across my body. Aaron stands behind me, his reflection meeting mine, and the hunger in his eyes almost makes my knees give out. I can say with great certainty that this man fucks the way he writes.
“You don’t look thoroughly fucked enough for me.” He slides his hands around my waist, pulling me back against him. I feel him hardening against my lower back already. “About time we fix that.”
“Aaron—”
His mouth finds the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, sucking gently until I gasp. In the mirror, I watch his hands roam my body with possessive confidence, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing across already sensitive nipples.
