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There’s no comparison between him and Soren. They have their own unique styles. And right now, with Aiden, he’s the only one.

I need more.

I need him to fill me. But I send myself forward on his cock and push him into my throat until tears leak from my eyes.

“If you keep doing that, I won’t last,” Aiden grunts.

He sounds close.

Drool runs from the corners of my mouth and he can’t see my smile but it’s there as I suck him and increase the pressure bit by bit. He circles my clit with his tongue, slowly at first, then faster. Much faster. Flicking and sucking and…

My orgasm is close, building, ready to?—

It crashes down on me and I shatter, heat spiraling through every piece of my being. And Aiden is laughing as I shudder, forcing myself lower on his erection until I gag.

“You’re so sweet, sucking me like a good girl. But you’re not the type who wants praise, are you?” he asks. “You know your skill. Now it’s time to show you mine.”

Then he’s grabbing at me, turning me around and making me scramble to face him. I don’t want to hold back. Not as he grabs my hips, angling me over him, and notching his cock at my entrance.

“I can’t be slow for you. Not this time.”

It doesn’t matter. “Sweet talk,” I murmur.

“Not as sweet as you taste.”

My hands flatten on his chest. I lift enough to give him room to work and then he’s pushing inside. My nails dig into his shoulders as he fills me, arching his hips to pump his dick upward. I moan at the sensation of being stuffed slowly and completely.

“You feel so goddamn good.” Aiden pauses, sucking air in through his nose. “Warm and wet andright.”

I close my eyes and ride him, working my hips in circles to bring him deeper. My stomach dips and I tip my head back, our bodies moving faster, his fingers digging into my hips, my ass.

This is perfect. This is just what I need.Heis what I need, grinding and thrusting and licking and?—

His dick is slightly curved and hits a spot somewhere inside of me that makes me arch my back and moan.

“God,yes.”

“You like being fucked, don’t you?” His hands on my waist help guide me, lifting me up before thrusting again. Nice and deep and drawing a cry from me with every punishing pound. “You’re so ready for it. Fucked right. It has to be right.”

“I love it when you go deep,” I say.

I open my eyes to find him smiling at me and I roll my hips to meet him. My insides go liquid with every hard thrust.

His hand lifts over my stomach to between my tits and settles at my neck to squeeze lightly. “Keep going. Fuck me.”

There is something terribly sexy about being naked and having sex a man who still has his clothes on.

My nerves are ragged and firing under my skin. I grip his headboard and use it for leverage, scooting up to take the pressure off my knees. This angle sends him deeper yet and allows me to control my weight. I take everything he gives me and more, every slow drive into me, again and again.

Heat fills me and blood rushes in my ears.

Aiden groans, using me, gliding inside with his balls slapping my ass. His body tenses and his driving tempo goes erratic.

“Come,” I urge him. “Come inside my pussy. Please. I want to feel you.”

No condom. Maybe I’m an idiot. Maybe I’m mindless.

He grabs my braids and wrenches my head back, pounding into me repeatedly before he comes with a moan, spilling with his final thrust.