Page 50 of The Producer: Aaron

“You can scream my name if you want. I like to hear your voice while you come.” My voice resonates in the room as her breathing becomes more labored.

I grab her leg and rest it on my shoulder, opening her more to me and my assaults. I feel her hold her breath when I put my hands on her firm buttocks and pull her toward my mouth, feasting on her most sensitive part as a man who is starving. I lick her sweet juices, suck her clit in my mouth, and enjoy her moans. My tongue prods her opening, searching for the heat that envelopes my senses. Her legs tremble, and her fingers tighten in a grip on the cushions. She is so close to the limit that I don’t even know if she will be able to stand or if she will collapse on this sofa.

“Come for me, darling,” I whisper before diving back on her and sucking while she rides her pleasure, moving sinuously over my mouth.

Her orgasm fills my senses until I’m almost about to comejust looking at her. She trembles in my arms as pleasure and strength leave her body. She leans on the sofa panting with a rosy complexion that colors her cheeks. I get up from the floor, holding her in my arms, trying to make her understand that, this time, I will not disappear.

“You are stunning when you come,” I whisper as I skim my fingers down her arm and grab her hand. “You asked me what men feel while feasting on a woman’s body.” I bring her hand to my erection, evident through my pants. “Is this answer enough for you? Knowing that you aremine, seeing you come riding my mouth is a sight I want to enjoy every day. You are perfect, and I will never stop worshipping your body as if it were an altar in front of which to kneel and pray. And if someone thinks for a moment that he is taking what ismine, he has no idea what I can do to him.”

Her eyes rise to mine, and the mixture of desire and veneration is something that makes my legs tremble. I have never been possessive of a woman because I have never found anyone who awakens my instincts as she is doing, looking at me as if I were the only man on earth.

“Aaron…” Her whisper is charged with a desire that burns me. “I want to beyours, Aaron. I want you to take everything you want from me.”

Her words hit me in the chest, fueling that fire that has been raging inside me since I entered this house. I grab my wallet from my pocket, pull out a condom, and watch her as she fiddles with my pants with her long fingers, unbuttoning and dropping them mid-thigh along with my boxers.

I smile when I see her looking down at my erection, widening her eyes and holding her breath.

“Satisfied with what you see?” I tease.

“I hope you really know what you’re doing because I’m afraid I’m going to die impaled on that… that…” She gesticulates without finishing the sentence.

I burst out laughing at her blatant admission and hold her in a hug. With one hand, I caress her face and circle her waist with the other.

“I swear it will be a pleasant experience.” I smile and kiss her on the nose.

“I trust you, Aaron,” she whispers, but it’s as if she shouted those words, considering how powerful they are.

I detach myself just long enough to put on the condom, then slip back between her legs, making her sit on the edge of the sofa, and slowly sink into her, never stopping. She is so wet and ready for me that I only need a single push to get fully inside her, filling her completely and hearing her moan. We’re fused in a gesture that takes my breath away. I’ve wanted her so much that being inside her is almost a surreal feeling. I can’t figure out where she ends and where I start.

“Come for me, Dakota. Come for me, darling,” I whisper as I pick up the rhythm and get lost in the warmth of her body.

Trying not to come before her is a titanic effort, sinking into her flesh, her warmth, her legs clinging to my waist, and her hips moving to suit my rhythm. My arms wrap around her to support her and also because I am afraid that if I let her go, she could take away a part of me that would leave me completely empty.

Her hands slip through my hair, clinging as if her life depends on it. Her mouth rests on my shoulder, and her teeth sink into my skin, mitigating that moan that makes her chest tremble. I feel her coming, pulsating around my erection, whispering my name like a prayer, shaking in my arms as pleasure invades her body and her strength fades.

It is impossible to resist another second. I sink inside with a couple of decisive thrusts, and I let myself be engulfed by the wave of pleasure that explodes in my body so violently it takes me by surprise and makes me almost collapse. I have never experienced an orgasm so intense that it left me empty.

Air, I need air, but my lungs don’t seem to be able to contain enough of it. I’m so exhausted that I need to put my hand on the couch to support myself.

Dakota leans her forehead on my shoulder and giggles. “If I knew that doing it with an older man would be a mystical experience, I would have done it sooner.”

“If another man had made you come like me now, he wouldn’t have lived long enough to be able to repeat the experience. I would have flayed him alive and thrown him into the sea.” I growl at the mere thought of someone sinking into her as I did.

She leans back just enough to look me in the eye. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a little possessive?” The smile that appears on her lips reassures me.

“It is you who makes me become this. I have never been jealous, never wanted to put my hands on a man because he even looks at my woman, but I imagine there is a first time for everything. I swear I never thought I could turn into a caveman. I’m sorry,” I admit with a bit of shame. I am thirty-six. I should be able to control my desires and words. It’s one thing is to lose myself during sex in a moment of rapture. It is different to do it during a normal conversation.

“While my feminist side is shouting at me to tear your balls off for your caveman behavior, I know you are not one of those creepy men who think their woman is just an object for their pleasure. And to be honest, I’m flattered to have this effect on someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Someone like you: elegant, self-confident, and completely out of my league,” she explains, surprising me.

The women around me see me as an achievement, a challenge they don’t want to lose. They are so sure of themselves, their beauty, and their charm that they have always taken for granted that I would notice and seduce them. No one has ever seen me as someone unattainable, and this knowledge settles in my chest with the weight of responsibility that comes with it.

I look at Dakota, her big sincere eyes, her genuineness, and I realize that I am not the one out of her league. She is out of my league. I am not worthy of being by her side. I am the one who must prove that he deserves her affection, and the feeling is so foreign to what I am used to that it scares me.

“What are you doing up this early?” I ask, surprised when I see Aaron coming down the stairs wearing only a pair of boxers and a white T-shirt.

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