Page 24 of Veiled

“Such a good girl taking all of me.”

I clench around him in response.

“Oh, you like that, huh? Tell me, Ana, are you a good girl?”

“Yes! I’m so close.”

He lifts my leg up, pushing my knee onto the desk before thrusting harder than any time before.

“That’s right. Be my good girl. Come for me, Ana. Soak me, I want to be dripping with your orgasm.”

His balls slap against my clit on the next hard thrust, and my orgasm rips from my body with a force that makes my legs go unsteady beneath me.

“That's two,” he counts before lifting me again, like I weigh nothing. The condom I was apparently lying on top of is pressed into my stomach—thankfully, he brought more than one.

When we get to the bed, he sets me down gently before finally pulling my skirt all the way off and kissing his way back up my body. He takes his time as he moves over my sternum tattoo, a dainty mandala I got from one of Matt's friends last year.

“Are you ready for more?” This time, he’s not taunting me. He’s checking on me, despite the desperation I can hear in his voice as he grabs the condom like I was simply carrying it for him.

“Yes!” I move my hips against him, still riding the waves of pleasure from moments ago. “Don’t hold back,” I beg.

“You really shouldn’t have said that.”

Lifting my leg over his shoulder, he wastes no time thrusting into me with a force that has my head almost hitting the headboard.

His hand shoots up to muffle my screams as he moves faster and faster.

“That’s right, Ana. I want your tight little pussy to make a mess of this bed. I want you to never forget how I make you feel.” Each declaration is met with devastating thrusts that I can’t get enough of.

Every noise I make is swallowed by the sound of skin pounding against skin as he continues to fuck me with an intensity that has me racing towards my second, no, make that third, orgasm of the night.

“Aiden, I can’t hold it any longer!” I cry out, clamping my walls around his cock like it’s the only thing keeping us from floating away.

That’s all the encouragement he needs. Squeezing my hip with one hand and thigh with the other, so hard that I’m sure will leave bruises, he pistons himself in and out of me until I’m screaming his name.

“Fuuuckkkk!” His head falls back as he pushes deeper into me, coming so hard that I can feel it crash against the condom inside me.

He continues to rock inside me until we’ve both fully ridden out our orgasms and I’m a limp mess beneath him.

Only when he’s starting to wind down does he pull out and fall into the spot on the bed next to me, breathless. “You’re fucking incredible.”

I look at him as my heartbeat fights to slow down, “Not so bad yourself, Ace.”

He gives me a soft look I can’t decipher before getting up, “We should clean up real quick.”

Exhausted from the incredible beating my body just took, I let out an unattractive grunt, making him laugh as he walks into my bathroom. I hear him rummaging around for a moment before the sink turns on and he emerges with a warm washcloth to wipe me up.

I would be mortified normally, no one has ever cleaned me post-sex, especially not someone I just met, but I don’t have the energy to care tonight.

As the haze of the best sex I’ve ever had starts to lift, the awkward, post sex uncertainty fills its place.

Hoping he's going to stay, I move to the middle of the bed. Not far enough where it looks like I’m expecting him to stay, but enough that he has enough room to lie back down if he wants to.

But then I see the look in his eyes, and I can practically hear the words before they are even out of his mouth.

There goes any chance of round four in a couple of hours.

“Annalise, I—“