"Depends," he says, lunging for my ankle. I pull it away just in time. "Do you mean it?"
We're rolling around on the bed like assholes, caught in some predatory dance that predates ideas like love. Every time he reaches for me, I manage to evade him.
Which is silly, because I want nothing more than to feel his touch.
"I might," I say, finally dropping to my hands and knees and crawling towards him.
"I might mean it back," he says, reclining back on the mattress and letting me take him.
I wrap my fingers around his tie as I straddle him. He looks good in a tie, but he looks even better out of his clothes completely. I yank it free of its knot and go for his shirt next, tearing it open until I can kiss the delicious lines of the muscles of his chest.
"Don't lie, Daddy," I coo at him. I lick all the way up his sternum to his chin, leaving a hot trail of saliva along the center of his neck. "You adore me."
"I adore you," Aaron says. He runs his hands over my body and I fucking purr. "But I'll adore you more if you get these fucking clothes off."
"Make me," I challenge him.
I've never seen the world spin so fast before in my life. Suddenly, I'm the one on my back. Aaron is on top of me. The roses on the bed cradle my shoulders, soft silken petals against my soft silken skin. We crush them into the sheets as he kisses me.
It's a good thing he's a billionaire. These sheets are definitely going on his bill.
Aaron's lips are soft, but his kisses are hard. And they're not the only thing that’s getting hard, either. I wrap my legs around him and I can feel it. His cock, bulging against his pants, just begging to be unleashed.
Now, destroying the room is the last thing on my mind. Or maybe, it's the first. I want to wreck this place with him, leaving cum and honey and spit and love all over it.
He breaks the kiss to tear my fucking clothes off.
"Fuck," I breathe. "Aaron, I love you."
"Baby," Aaron says with his face buried between my tits. "You'd fucking better."
His tongue worships my body. I can't get enough of it. We're covered in rose petals, but what I'm really into is Aaron's scent. The smell of him, his cologne and beneath it, the warmth of his skin, has me drunk with lust.
My pussy is wet as he kisses his way down my stomach, and when he tears my panties off with his teeth, I swear I nearly orgasm then and there. Which is only a brief little taste of what Aaron can do. An appetizer, and my cunt becomes his main course.
He spreads my pussy lips wide open with his fingers. I can feel him inhaling with his nose between my legs, breathing me in. But smelling quickly leads to diving in for a taste. His mouth cups around my clit so hard that it makes my eyes roll back. My body ache in wanting. I know I'm going to come for him, I just don't know when.
I grab his hair, forcing his mouth deeper. Smearing my honey all over his cheeks and chin and nose. I want him to smell like my cunt. Taste like it. I want him to leave this hotel in the morning with my juices dried on his face. I want whatever poor bastard gets into the elevator with us to smell it on him and know exactly what he was doing last night.
He pulls away for a second to say something, but between the messages we've sent as Mr. BadBoy and Ms. Winters, and the heartfelt little scene we had back at the bar, I think we've done enough talking for now.
I hook my calves over his shoulders and trap him with my thighs, pulling him back in.
I can feel Aaron shift against me. I hear the clang of belt and the teeth of his zipper being spread open as he doubles his efforts, lashing out against my clit like it's been a very bad girl that needs to be punished.
He's masturbating, I realize. Jerking himself off while he licks my pussy.
Something about that is too fucking hot to handle. I hyperventilate while I orgasm against his lips and my body spasms against the rose petals and silk sheets. Every time I breathe in, I smell roses and him.
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I breathe in like it's the first time I've ever felt air in my lungs.
When I come up for air, it's Chloe that I'm breathing. The scent of her cunt that’s dripping wet and flushed dark and red as the roses that she lays on. I can see her mouth open, moaning and screaming, but I can't hear a damn thing. It's like my head is under water and the world has slowed, almost to a stop. Time passes like it's being measured out through a sieve.
In slow motion, the bed rotates. But it's not the bed that feels like it's spinning. It's the room around us. Here, on these ivory silk sheets, it feels like the universe has fixed itself to one point.
Chloe lays back on the bed, her body convulsing in orgasm. It's as if I can see every twitch of her muscles as they spasm involuntarily. All the little details that I usually miss, suddenly I can take in as completely as I want.
Her fingers, clutching at the sheets. Balling them up in her fists, pulling them towards her. Like she needs something to hold on to, or else she might float away.
Her hair, spread out beneath her like she's been dropped into a Botticelli painting. She's crowned by crushed roses and framed by their petals, staining the sheets. Her face is twisted in agonizing pleasure. Her chest heaves and falls, her breasts bouncing like rough waves on the ocean.
If I could make time stand still in that moment, I damn well would.
But just as quickly as it came, the moment breaks. Chloe opens her eyes and her body stills. Now, I watch the rise and fall of her chest in real time. I swear, either I'm hallucinating or I can see her heart pounding against her rib cage beneath her hard, rosy nipples and perfect tits.
I'm in love with this woman. There's no fucking denying it anymore. She's got my heart squeezed tightly between her beautiful little fingers in the same way she holds the sheets.
When our eyes meet, she smiles, and suddenly, I know exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life.
Fuck the website. Fuck the money. Everything else is secondary in this instant.
As long as I have Chloe, I don't need anything else.
I run my hand down her body, from her neck to her navel. It almost feels wrong to touch her at first.
She's so fucking beautiful like this, bathing in the glow of post-orgasm, that she seems like something that ought to be on display in a museum. Something that you're not allowed to touch, for fear it might fall apart beneath your rough fingers.
But when I touch her, she rises to meet me, and then touching her feels like the only think I know for sure that I ever want to do again.
My every desire, every want and need and goal for the future, reshapes itself around the way her skin feels beneath my fingers. The way the slender mound of her cunt rises to meet the palm of my hand. When I move to cup her pussy with my fingers, I realize how perfectly my hand fits between her thighs.
Like she was made for me, and me alone.
My cock throbs as I touch her, reminding me it was made for something too. Fucking Chloe. Pleasuring her. Being inside my woman, as deep as her body will allow.
The next time Chloe comes for me, it's going to be while she's wrapped around my cock.
"Come here," she beckons.
Now I know where the myths about sirens come from. If someone who looked as beautiful as Chloe looks right now, with a voice that sweet and words that tempting, were to call my ship to her out on the ocean, I would crash it against the rocks in an instant.
I move my hips between her legs and let my body rest on hers. There's something enchantingly perfect about the way her tits feel, pressed up against my chest like this. The way her nipples stand hard against my skin. My cock throbs again as it settles between the lips of Chloe's pussy. I can feel her coating my dick with hot, slick honey as she rubs herself against it.
My woman.
My Chloe.
Mine.
"I want you," she breathes.
Her chest rises and falls beneath mine, matching my own breath. A second ago, she was hyperventilating. Now, she's measuring her own brea
ths out to fall in time with my own.
"I want you too," I admit.
Even as I say the words, something dark and demanding rises up in my chest, commanding that I take her. Fuck her until she's cross-eyed. Use her cunt until she's fucking sore from me. Bite her neck. Make her moan. Make her scream.
But there's something else inside me too now. Something that wants to hold her close and never hurt her. Never let anything cause her pain or sadness. I pity anything that dares to try. I want to protect her like a newborn kitten that I'm keeping warm in my shirt pocket.
I want to worship her like a goddess.
I want to make her bow down to me. Like a vengeful god.
I'm not sure that there's any way to bring all of that together. I'm not sure that I can satisfy the lust I have for this beautiful fucking woman in just one night. Maybe not even in a lifetime.
But by God, I can try.
"Roll over," I growl.
Chloe bites her lip. With only a moment's hesitation, she obeys.
The darkness in my chest purrs to life as she crawls on all fours beneath me and my cock levels at her cunt again. But it's not Chloe's pussy the darkness in my chest wants.
Coated and dripping with Chloe's cum, I take my massive fucking cock in my fist and press it against the tight pucker of her ass instead.
"Oh," Chloe breathes in surprise.
I smooth my free hand over the gorgeous curve of one ass cheek, then up and down her spine. I stroke my woman like she's my pet. My plaything.
At first, she shivers at my touch. But quickly, Chloe gives in to pleasure. She always does in the end. I can feel her muscles relaxing against the palm of my hand. Falling into complacency. Learning how to adore my touch.
And as Chloe relaxes, her body responds more and more to what I give her. A little slap against her ass has her pushing it upward, grinding her tight little hole against my stiff tip. She's starting to want it. I can smell it, a fresh wave of wetness mixing in with the perfume of the roses as the room spins slowly around us.
"Open your mouth," I command, and Chloe's gorgeous lips pop open obediently.
Between them, I place a single, long-stemmed rose. I'm careful to position the thorns away from her lips. The idea of hurting her fucking kills me.
Then her ass thrusts against my cock again as she holds the rose between her teeth, and hurting her is all I want to do.
I thrust my cock into her, unhinged and uncaring. The power I have over Chloe, her gorgeous fucking body and the tightness of her ass, surges through me like a bolt of lightning. I feel it crackling at my fingertips and tugging at my hair follicles. Then, my cock throbs and it pulsates as Chloe's ass swallows my cock right up.
Her ass is even hotter than her cunt is. I didn't believe it was fucking possible but it's true. She's insanely tight and every thrust makes her whimper.
At first, I think it's with pain. But every time I stop, Chloe rocks against me, demanding more. Pushing my big, fat cock even deeper into her slutty fucking ass. Taking me inside her and milking me of my fucking cum.
I lose myself. I use her. I take her throat one hand, squeezing gently, and she moans like a bitch in heat. I take a fist and capture her hair within it, winding it up and pulling her head back. Like a fucking leash.
"I love you," I growl as I hoist her body upright.
The hand at her throat moves to tease her nipple. To squeeze her breast. I thrust deeper and deeper into my woman, and she can only whimper and moan through the rose in her teeth.
"I love you, Chloe," I say again, just before I take her neck between my own teeth.
Biting Chloe is like biting into a ripe peach. The taste of her skin makes me salivate.
"I own you," I growl against her neck. "You're fucking mine."
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Chloe
There's a rose between by teeth and the biggest cock I've ever taken currently thrusting balls-deep in my ass.
Even better, that cock belongs to the man I love. A man who loves me back. Totally. Completely. An all-consuming love.
Suffice to say, I'm pretty fucking happy. I don't feel like I ask for a lot. Cinnamon rolls delivered to my door by handsome billionaires. Honeymoon suites filled with roses. Ten inches of thick, meaty dick on demand. And love. A whole lot of love. As much as Aaron can give me.
And I'll give just as much back.
"Touch yourself, Chloe," Aaron orders me.
He's holding me against him, one hand on my throat and the other on my breast. His fingers are fucking cruel, and I like them that way. He alternates between different, equally intense pleasures.
First, he's squeezing my throat. Gently pressing his fingers against the vein that pumps oxygen-rich blood to my brain. He doesn't close off my windpipe. Slowing the blood flow is what he's doing. It leaves my head feeling airy. Light and dizzy and dumb with wanting.
Then, he lets up on my throat and he's pinching my nipple. Tugging at it. Twisting it. Groping my breast like I'm a piece of fuckmeat.
While oxygen returns to my brain, he's flooding my head with endorphins as well. Adrenaline. All those sexy little hormones that amp you up and pull you deeper into the lust. The feel of his touch. The thrusts of his hips.
Even better, every squeeze he gives me makes my ass tighten around the thickness of his gorgeously hard cock that much more. I can feel the air leave his lungs every time I clench around him.
I know that he’s close. We've fucked enough times that I can feel all the little signs. The urgency of his hips slamming against my ass. The way his balls are tighter and tighter against my ass cheeks with every thrust.
He's going to cum in my ass. He loves me, and he's going to fill my ass up with his seed.
Romantic anal. Who the fuck knew this could feel so damn good?
"Chloe," Aaron orders again. "Touch yourself or I'm going to ruin this ass for good."
Oh. The way my cunt throbs as he says it, it's almost like that's exactly what my pussy wants.
He slaps my ass and I dip my fingers down to my clit. It's swollen. Engorged. When Aaron squeezes my throat again, it twitches against my fingers and my entire body twitches along with it. Like every muscle I have suddenly contracts and releases in a split second.
It's too much. Entirely. But that's Aaron in a nutshell, isn't it? Too much, too hard, too fast. And he's so gorgeous, so sweet, and so fucking good at what he does that he can actually get away with it, too.
I settle by clit in the valley between my index and middle fingers and let Aaron set the pace. Every time he thrusts his huge, thick cock into the tightness of my ass, he forces my body forward. Every time he withdraws, my body rocks back.
And that's how he makes me come for him. With my clit rubbing up and down against my fingers, so wet that it slips and slides deliciously against anything it touches. So sensitive that it doesn't even take much to make me explode with pleasure.
"Aah!" I cry out as my whole body shakes.
I'm trembling. Jittering. Like a bobble head on top of a washing machine filled with bricks. I bounce up and down on Aaron's cock with my ass while I come, and suddenly, it's too much even for him.
He pushes me face down into the mattress and spreads my ass with both of his hands. It lets him fuck me even deeper, and my body falls more and more in love with him with every trust.
"Chloe," Aaron growls as my fingers twitch against the sheets. "I didn't tell you to stop touching yourself."
I exhale in disbelief. It's all I can do. The rose between my teeth prevents me from talking back to him, so for once, I don't have a snarky comeback prepared. I'm so lost in pleasure that I'm not sure that my head could even pull one together if I wanted to. In that sense, I'm thankful.
I don't have to be smart right now. I don't have to be clever or charming or seductive. Being with Aaron simplifies my world infinitely. It's why it's so fucking good.
He already knows that I'm fucking amazing. And when we're done fucking, I know we'll pick up exactly where w
e left off: being madly in love with each other.
But right now, all I have to do is enjoy myself, take cock, and come.
I can't think of a greater luxury anywhere in the whole fucking world.
He smacks my ass again. This time, I'm quick to respond. My clit is still so sensitive from the last orgasm that touching it is like playing with fire. I can feel the pathway of every nerve ending on my clit branching all the way up through my womb, prickling and bristling with every touch. My cunt feels white-hot. It's burning so intensely, it almost feels cold.
Aaron makes me burn for him. It's the most visceral thing I've ever felt. He makes my body respond to him like I was programmed to take pleasure from his touch. When he smacks my ass again, I do exactly that.
The orgasm erupts against my fingers like a goddamn volcano. My cunt is gushing sweet, hot honey and my whole body is spasming again, so hard that tomorrow morning, more than just my ass is going to be sore.
"Don't stop," Aaron commands, slamming into my ass as I come for him.
"P-please," I say through the rose in my teeth.
I can't come for him again. There's no fucking way. The orgasms I've already had have left my head swimming and my body drunk on pleasure. My clit is so sensitive and swollen and sore that even the slightest touch will send me over the edge all over again.
"You'll come when I say you come," Aaron growls. "And you'll stop when I tell you to stop."
With what few wits I still have about me, I fucking laugh. I shake my head against the mattress and, like the good slut I am, I slip my fingers between my legs and get back to work.
Goddamn, I love this man. When it comes to Aaron, there's no pleasure too great. No luxury worth denying. And no such thing as an orgasm too many.
I don't know if he comes in my ass during the eighth orgasm or the fifteenth. Could be the twentieth. Honestly, after a certain number, it's just too much to count, so I stop trying. I just ride the pleasure. Let it hit me, take me, pull me under and hold me there until I forget my own name.
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