Page 84 of Lust & Lies
The groan he emitted made my pussy convulse around his cock. And then he was pushing deeper, feeding me another inch, then another until my toes were curling and I was clasping my fingers tighter around his neck.
My sweet savage continued pushing forward, muscles straining, sweat beading his skin. My pussy bloomed for him, welcoming him home. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated, every inch of him buried inside me.
My pussy was stretched around every thick, pulsing part of him. My body shook, caught between the ache and the ecstasy. I was finally one with my husband. Later, I would process that. Later, I’d dwell on why this moment had me blinking back tears of joy and hope.
Later, I’d think about the emotions this moment made me feel. Right now, I wanted to focus on the pleasure. I felt full, stuffed with cock. And I wanted more. More movement. More kisses. More of Aiden.
“More,” I demanded, breathless.
With a deep groan, he gave me more. He slid out of me until only the very tip was left. And then he slammed into me with a force that caused the bed to rock. I gasped, shocked at the sensations that thrust sent spiraling through me.
The groan he emitted made my pussy and mouth water. The pleasure was damn near overwhelming, and I had to breathe through it as he did it again, rocking our bodies and causing the headboard to slam against the wall.
“Fuck, Noe,” he groaned, sliding almost completely out of me, then driving into me again, fucking me just the way I wanted.
The pace he set wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t tender. It was savage. It was a man claiming his wife after being unable to touch her for so long. I could feel his desire, his longing in every stroke.
I could hear it in his moans, in the way he kissed me. His body missed mine, and he was ready to make up for lost time. Each thrust was a reminder that I belonged to him.As if I could ever deny it!
I couldn’t imagine myself being loved or fucked by anyone else. No one could cherish me the way my savage did. No one could feast on this pussy the way he did. I’d thought his tongue was divine, but his cock was outshining it.
The headboard slammed with each drive of his hips. My legs hooked around his waist, pulling him deeper, angling him so every thrust hit that spot that made me cry out. And cry out I did. It should be embarrassing how loudly I was moaning my man’s name.
“That’s it. Sing for me, baby,” Aiden groaned as he fucked me, his hands sliding underneath my body to grip my ass.
He held me against him, pounding me harder, fucking me deeper. My mind could barely process the sensations I was experiencing. I clung to him, nails now biting into his shoulders as his grip on my ass tightened.
He hauled me tighter against him, grinding up into me. My body shuddered, pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. I stared up at the ceiling, barely seeing it as he trailed kisses along my jawline and down my neck.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he whispered against my skin. “This sweet pussy was made for this cock.”
My pussy clenched at his words, thanking him for his compliment and hungry for more. He groaned like he felt every ripple of it. His fingers flexed against my ass, holding me there as he drove into me.
Groaning his name, I met him thrust for thrust, rocking against him, loving the friction our bodies created.
“You like that?” His voice was a low rasp, his tongue flicking over the curve of my ear. “You like me telling you how perfect this pussy is for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my legs locking tighter around his waist. “Fuck, yes.”
He growled in approval, the sound vibrating against my throat.
“It’s not just this pussy that was made for me, Noe. You were made for me,” he told me as he drove into me. “Your body was made for my body. Your heart was made for my heart. Your soul was made for my soul. We were made for each other. Nothing and no one can change that.”
His sweet words brought tears to my eyes as his cock made my pussy tear up, soaking him in my juices. He fucked me like he was trying to carve himself into my soul. Like he wanted to replace every lost memory with this, with us.
With the sound of skin slapping against skin, ragged moans, and tangled sheets. These new memories were ones I prayed I would never forget. I never wanted to forget this feeling. I always wanted to remember what it felt like to be wrapped in his arms, filled with his cock.
The sounds of his groans were music to my ears. My body was growing slicker. He was gliding in and out of me with more ease now. Each slam of his body into mine brought me closer to the brink of insanity.
Closer to the edge of chaos. The pleasure in me was rising higher, coiling tighter until I felt like I was about to explode. My nails dug into his back. My thighs trembled. My breath came in broken gasps.
I was close. So close.No. Fuck close. I was there, at the edge, about to fall. Fuck... I was falling.
“I’m gonna cum,” I choked out.
“Do it. Cum for me, baby,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Let me feel it. Rain on my cock, beautiful.”
I obeyed, body shattering, pussy tightening around him, the orgasm hitting me so hard I cried out his name. He followed me over the edge, his body jerking, cock pulsing inside me as he poured himself into me with a raw groan.
