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Ignoring him, I unbuckled his pants and slipped a hand inside, grabbing him. He hissed under his breath when I wrapped my hand around his hard girth, pulling him out in one swift motion.
“Christ,” I breathed. “I doubt it could fit in my mouth.”
“I can’t wait to find out, but not right now.”
“But—” I began to argue, then he cut me off with a kiss so brutal I forgot my train of thought. He rolled his tongue into my mouth, forcing me to swallow my own juices, my arousal exploding on my taste buds like an aphrodisiac.
It was so filthy and nasty, and I wanted more.
I pulled away and turned uncomfortably in the seat, giving him my back as I gathered my hair over one shoulder.
“Unzip me,” I said.
“I like where this is going.” He lowered the zipper, and I shrugged out of the dress I’d worn thanks to Maddy and her sex-starter lessons, raising my hip to pull it down my legs. Now, only in my bra, I met his gaze.
Another thing about Aaron that disconcerted me was the way he stared at my breasts. Other than the night of the event when he’d grazed my nipple, there had been a few times when I’d caught him staring at them.
I hated my breasts. Puberty had hit me hard, and at the young age of thirteen, I’d had more meat on my chest than most girls in my class. And it brought unwanted attention with it.
Jeremy always said they were too big, and too big was too ugly.
“These are the best titties I have ever laid eyes on,” Aaron muttered, his hand snaking behind me in one quick motion to unclasp my bra. It came off instantly, and I tried not to think about the numerous times he’d done that to hone such a skill.
“In fact, I think you may have given me a breast fetish,” he said.
Without warning, he closed his mouth over a nipple, drawing a gasp out of me. Fucking hell. I might have a breast fetish too, because my body instantly roared to life again. Aaron suckled on my soft skin, moving from one nipple to the other, giving one squeeze here, a pinch there until he had me panting like a dog.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Aaron.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could think about them. “I need you.”
“You need me where?” he asked, biting down on my left nipple softly before massaging it with his tongue. “Use your words, Felicity.”
I moaned. “I need you inside me.”
“Good girl.”
In a flash, he was off me, practically ripping his clothes off his body. In a matter of seconds, he stood before me in his birthday suit, completely knocking the breath out of me.
I took in his broad shoulders, the little tattoo of a bird just above his left nipple, his hard rippling muscles that formed his abs, the dark splatter of hair that trailed down to the V shape of his pelvis before settling on the very huge erection that was staring back at me mockingly.
My pussy clenched. My mouth watered. My brain protested.
My mouth spoke. “There is no way that thing is going inside me.”
Aaron looked down at himself and then back at me before laughing. “You can take it. You’re too much of a good girl not to.”
“As flattering as that is, I mean, it’s not that it won’t enter. It’s that it can’t.” I shook my head. “It’s too big.”
He approached me menacingly, his eyes shining, like those of a predator stealthily approaching its prey. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
In one quick movement, Aaron scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing more than a feather, lowering his head to place a quick kiss on my breasts before walking to the stairs.
“I’m not about to fuck you on the couch like a caveman, baby,” he said. “If we’re going to do this, we’ll do it properly.”
He stopped in front of a door and kicked it open, revealing a dark gray and white room softly illuminated by a dim yellow glow from somewhere in the ceiling. It was rather simple: a king-sized bed and a small library. The only captivating furniture was a workstation with a complete Apple setup.
“Where the magic is made, I’m guessing?” I gestured to his workstation.
He shrugged, taking me to the bed. “The only magic I want to make right now is with you.”
