Page 25 of Sinful Storms

“I’m not gonna beg,” I murmured, kissing over her pulse point before sucking hard. “Mmm. You look so pretty with my marks on you.”

“I told you not to mark me.” She bucked against me, but I held her in place, sliding my palm higher onto her left breast.

“Fucking perfect handful,” I rasped against her skin, my other hand going to her right breast. I palmed her delicious tits, loving the way they fit so perfectly into my hands. And what I loved even more was her response. Finally, she’d stopped answering back, and I wasn’t sure if she was aware of what she was doing, but she was reaching up, her fingers sliding into my hair as she held my head in place.

“Tristan,” she breathed and then stiffened against me as if she’d just realised what she’d said.

“Yeah, baby. Say my name.” Circling her nipples, I kissed up her throat to her ear. “Remember who’s giving you this pleasure.”

“You arrogant?—”

I clamped my teeth down on the shell of her ear, and she ripped herself away from me, spinning around to face me,practically spitting fire. “I hate you so much,” she snarled, and why was that so fucking hot?

“Hate you more.” I blew her a kiss, slipping my hand inside my shorts to curl my fingers around my cock. I groaned.

“You disgust me.” Her words were lost in my mouth because somehow, we were kissing again, and I never wanted it to end. She yanked my shorts down and then tore herself away again, leaving my head spinning and my cock raging. We stared at one another, breathing hard, and then her gaze flicked down to my erection. Her pupils were blown wide open, and they seemed to widen even further when she took in just how hard I was for her.

“Aria.”

“Beg.”

We glared at one another, neither of us willing to be the one to back down.

Stroking my dick, I spoke her name again. “Aria.”

“Fucking beg. For once in your life.”

I gritted my teeth. “Please.”

Surprise flashed in her gaze, but she wasn’t as surprised as me. Tristan Smith-Chamberlain did not fucking beg for anything. How that word had come out so easily, I had no clue, and I didn’t like it.

I forgot all about how pissed off I was when she pulled off her cami and shorts, leaving her body bared to me. Holy fuck, this girl was a literal wet dream come true. A goddess to be fucking worshipped.

If she didn’t have such a painful sting.

“Fuck, little scorpion,” I murmured, forgetting all the reasons why this was possibly the worst idea I’d ever had. Stepping up to her, I spun her around, pressing my palm on her lower back until she got the hint and bent over, curling her fingers around the edge of my desk. I eyed her for a moment, enjoying the view as I rolled on the condom I’d grabbed from my desk drawer beforeI thought about the logistics. Making my mind up, I scooped her into my arms before she could say anything, carrying her over to my chaise longue. I deposited her on it on her hands and knees and then took up my position behind her, my thumbs caressing her hips. Now, she was at the perfect height for me to fuck her hard and fast.

“Get on with it if you think your average dick can satisfy?—”

I thrust inside her tight little pussy with a swift, calculated movement. She was so fucking wet the slide was easy, despite the fact that she was so tight around my cock.

“You were saying?” I thrust again, and again, and fucking finally, she moaned for real, without even trying to stifle it. I had a weird urge to smack her ass, which I didn’t normally do, but fuck it, you only lived once, and this would never happen again. Releasing her hip, I brought my hand down on her ass cheek, making her cry out.

“Again.”

I smiled, bringing my hand down again, taking in the red handprint in satisfaction. Her moans were so fucking hot, and the way she was pushing back into me and squeezing her pussy around my dick…I was going to come before her at that rate.

That was something I wasn’t going to allow to happen, not least because I’d never hear the end of it. I gave her one last smack because I now knew she liked it, and it was satisfying as fuck to see my marks on her. Then I reached around to her clit, working my fingers over it as I continued fucking her.

She cried out, her whole body stiffening, and then she was coming, convulsing around my dick, and I couldn’t have stopped my own orgasm if I’d tried. My dick pulsed as I curled over her, shooting my release inside the condom.

Sucking in deep lungfuls of air as I tried to regain my equilibrium, I pulled out, dealing with the condom while Ariastumbled over to her clothes, tugging them on with shaking hands. When I looked up again, she threw my shorts at me.

“Get dressed,” she snapped.

Okay…Note to self:sex does not improve Aria’s disposition. I pulled on my shorts anyway because if we were going to go for another round of sniping at each other, I didn’t really want to be doing it with my dick hanging out.

Once my shorts were on, I cornered her in front of my desk, caging her in with my arms. “Are you gonna admit that my dick isn’t average?”

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