Page 9 of Remember Me

Chapter Three

Aiden

Her fingers threaded into my hair, her nails grazing my scalp as my tongue lapped at her pussy. I licked slowly at first, savoring the way her legs shook as she twitched beneath my tongue.

I loved watching her like this.

So desperate. So needy. So mine.

“A-A-A—”

Her grip in my hair tightened, the pain making my dick impossibly hard. I knew exactly what I was doing as I languidly played with her clit. I was edging her to the point of being unable to think straight.

“F-fast—”

She couldn’t get the full word out. Good. The only thing she needed to focus on was my tongue. I wanted her completely wrecked, spread open, and shaking just for me when I was finally inside her again.

Tightening my grip on her thighs, I pinned her down. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Alyssa. You come when I say so.” I narrowed my eyes and let my breath skate across her wet, sensitive skin.

She whimpered when I flicked my tongue out just enough, so she’d feel it. Then I paused, giving her time to come down so I could build her back up. I continued this pace for a while before I pointed my tongue so I could draw lazy circles over her clit.

She was panting now. Her chest heaving, her hips bucking as she silently begged me for more.

It was such a pretty sight, what with her dress pushed up around her waist with her thighs wide open in the back seat of my car. I didn’t want it to end.

Alyssa bit down on her bottom lip as she squirmed to get any kind of relief from me. So needy, but I always liked to savor this moment and watch her on the edge. Why not? She was the best thing I’d ever tasted, and my father always told me to enjoy my food.

Flick. Flick. Flick.

Her body was vibrating against me now and it was only when I worked my tongue faster than Alyssa’s head fell back, knocking onto the window button as her fingers desperately tried to grip the vegan leather seats. The window opening didn’t deter her. In fact, I wasn’t sure she’d noticed it. I’d lost count a long time ago over how many times I’d seen her like this, but it would never get old. Alyssa was a goddess, and I’d spend the rest of my life worshipping her, getting my fix.

“Aiden.” Another cry. God, I loved having her on the edge like this and keeping her there until I decided it was time.

“I, I, I,” she husked out, her hands now clasping at the door as she tried to stay upright. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as my tongue flicked against her clit in an almost punishing pace. She was getting so wet, I was having to slurp up her juices. Just the way I liked it, but I was sure she wouldn’t appreciate the potential wet patch on the back of her dress because of it.

Curling my fingers, I knew exactly where to hit to make her scream out in pleasure. I didn’t care that we were still in my father’s driveway, and if he looked on his security camera, he’d probably be able to see blonde hair spilling out of the back window. Alyssa was just too delectable to wait for. Besides, she deserved this for being such a good girl in there, and it was yet another ‘fuck you’ to my father.

“Aiden.” My name. The softest of whispers from the most incredible woman I’d ever met.

Holding her in place, my tongue worked at an unrelenting pace. Faster and faster, I watched her knuckles going whiter and whiter. All I was waiting for now was for her body to vibrate underneath me. Then I knew she was ready to fall into an orgasmic bliss. I skated my teeth across her clit, earning a cry from Alyssa and then tickled the spot inside her that I knew got her off.

“Aiden.” It was her final cry as she bucked against my hand and face, covering me in her scent. I loved it more than I should admit. I lovedhermore thanshe’d ever realized. I might’ve worn her scent like it was my cologne most days and told her I loved her every chance I had, but I didn’t think she got it or believed me, for that matter.

Her head was leaning against the door window ledge, her body slumped across the seats. With her eyes closed I wondered if I’d hand-fucked her unconscious.

When her lips tipped into a smile, I crawled over her and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth and letting her taste herself. Her eyes opened in surprise as her hands gripped at my arms.

Yeah, you taste that baby? You’re delicious.

I pulled away from her, committing her puffy, red lips to memory before falling back into the middle seat and unbuckling my belt. Her gaze fell to my pants and when I freed my cock, Alyssa stared at it, dazed. I hauled her over and slid her straight onto me, hissing as I entered her.

She was slick and tight, and perfect for me. The only pussy I’d ever need to get off with.

Alyssa rested her head on my shoulder, sighing in pleasure as I held on to her and did all the work. I knew I’d gone too hard with her when I ate her out, but she was my pillow princess and I was happy to do all the work.

She was just so.Thrust.Damn.Thrust.Tempting.Thrust.

Although tired, she languidly moved her hips, so uncoordinated with the movements that I knew I’d have to take charge. Pushing the fabric of her dress out of the way, I grasped her hips and moved her at my preferred pace.

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