Page 80 of That Rush

“Fuck me hard.”

A rough sound leaves him. “The whole town thinks you’re their sweet little librarian.”

“I am their librarian.”

His grip closes around my hip. “You’re the woman in my bed begging me to fuck her harder.”

“I’m not begging.”

“Not yet.”

He drives into me, and the force pulls a cry from my throat. His cock fills me in one hard stroke before he withdraws and does it again.

“Like that?”

“Yes.”

“Use your words.”

“Fuck. Yes, like that.”

“Goddamn, I like that mouth.”

He thrusts harder.

“Look at me.”

I open my eyes.

His face is tight with restraint, his breathing rough as he holds himself over me. “I want to see the exact second my cock makes you come.”

“Then don’t slow down.”

He doesn’t.

Each thrust drives me into the mattress, hard and precise, while his thumb keeps working my clit. I stop thinking about where to put my hands or how loud I am. I hold on to his shoulders and let every gasp, plea, and filthy word out.

Aiden listens to all of it.

“Harder.”

He gives it to me.

“Right there.”

He keeps the same angle.

My pussy tightens around him, and a rough groan tears from his chest.

“You feel that?” he asks. “You’re already squeezing my cock.”

“I’m close.”

“I know.” His forehead presses to mine. “Let me hear that sweet mouth when you come.”

The pleasure crests so sharply it startles me. My back arches, and I cry out as my pussy clenches around him in hard, pulsing waves.

“That’s it,” Aiden says. “Come all over my cock.”