Page 138 of That Rush

The crack echoes through the room, followed by my moan.

“That what you wanted?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He presses the head of his cock to my entrance. I’m swollen and sensitive, but my body opens for him as he pushes inside.

Aiden groans behind me.

“Jesus Christ. I can still feel my cum inside you.”

His words make my fingers tighten around the chair.

He slides deeper until his hips meet my sore ass.

“Aiden.”

“Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me.”

“How?”

“Hard.”

His hand closes around my hip. “That’s my girl.”

He pulls almost all the way out and slams back inside me.

The force drives me against the chair.

I cry out.

Aiden grips my hair and draws my head back enough to expose my neck. “You asked me to fuck you hard.”

“I know.”

“Still want it?”

“Yes.”

He drives into me again.

Every thrust is rougher than the careful sex we had in the chair. His hips slap against my ass, the sting from his hand flaring each time his body meets mine.

Aiden reaches around me and cups one breast.

“You like me taking you like this?”

“Yes.”

“You like being bent over while I fuck this pussy?”

“Yes.”

His hand leaves my breast and lands against my ass again.