Page 67 of His Haunted Desire
I tear down my pants. There’s something so hot about both our pants being around our ankles, like we’re filled with so much urgency, we can’t wait to get fully naked. She glances at the stairs, then brings her finger to her lips, looking at me in the reflection.
I wrap one arm around her torso, greedily massaging her breasts, and use my other to guide my stiff cock to her entrance. She bites her lip to stop from moaning as I stroke my tip up and down her clit.
“Don’t tease me,” she whimpers quietly.
“Then you better tell me what I need to hear,” I growl softly.
“Please, sir. Sir, fuck me. Sir, sir?—”
She gasps when I drive inside of her. My head swims with desire, my body burning. As I slide completely inside her pussy, she tightens around my dick, enveloping me in her heat. She pushes against me, her ass crashing against my abs. I slide my hand down her body, watching her in the reflection, her cheeks red, her eyes glistening with the effort of holding back a scream of pleasure.
I rub her clit as I hold myself deep inside of her, feeling her adjusting to my size, massaging my shaft.
I lean forward, whispering into her ear. “You’re going to cream all over my cock before I even start fucking your perfect body,” I snarl. “Don’t say a goddamn word. Just come for me, Aurora.”
I rub her clit furiously, my cock like steel even without the friction of thrusting in and out. Just being inside of her is enough, feeling her body hold mine like she doesn’t want to let go.
She almost stumbles forward, so I wrap my other arm around her, one hand on her clit, one on her chest. Her cheeks burn, and her body trembles.
When the orgasm strikes, I almost think I’m finished. Her pussy pulsates around my shaft as if coaxing a release out of me. I squeeze her tits, softly bite the back of her neck.
She moans, shifting away from me.
“You’re dying to be fucked,” I groan.
“Only by you, sir,” she whimpers.
My balls throb, my seed begging for a release. I grip her hips and slide out of her, looking down to see my shaft gliding from her hole, covered in her juices. I slide back in, slowly at first, then pick up speed.
She bounces in time with me, pushing her ass against my abs and then falling forward slightly when I glide out. In the mirrors, her eyes are wild with lust. There’s no doubt on her face.
She needs this as badly as I do.
I look at my hands buried in her thick hips. She’s so perfect, it drives me nuts. So much of her to grab. There can never be too much Aurora.
I fuck her faster, relishing the sounds my soaked cock makes as I drive inside of her, the wet collision of our insatiable bodies.
When she stumbles again, I slip out of her. She spins to me quickly, looking devastated.
I never would have guessed she told me we’re ending things today from the look on her face. She looks as if she never wants this to end.
CHAPTER 25
AURORA
Ishould want him to stop. Take control. To end things.
But when he slips out of me, I turn to him with a harsh feeling of rejection punching me in the gut.
His manhood is massive, glistening with my wetness. Somehow, the sexiest part about him is his eyes, the unashamed hunger in them. He looks at me as if nothing else exists.
Not the past. Not the future. Not the murder. Not my problem. And not his.
Just us.
He smirks. “Do you seriously think I could stop before I’ve flooded your tight hole?”
“Then what are you doing, sir?”
