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I can’t stop myself from falling forward, burying my face in the crook of her neck and riding her cunt from behind with fervor I usually reserve for the final period of a hockey game. I’m sweating, grunting and thrusting, a slave to the siren call of release. My balls are painful and heavy, swinging forward and slapping off her ass, pressure building, building inside me like a tsunami roaring in from the center of an ocean. God, oh God. It’s too good.
How have I survived without Lola?
Mine. Mine.
“Aiden,” she whimpers, her pussy clamping tighter and tighter around my shaft. I want to feel it everywhere when she has her next orgasm, so I reach underneath her body and press two fingers down on top of her clit, growling over the way it swells and vibrates for me. “I’m going to…I’m going t-to come…”
“Jesus, baby. Me too.”
The hoarse confession rips its way up my throat before I even realize it’s true. But there’s something taking place inside of me. Something big. The frustration and tension I’ve been living with since I was young is breaking apart. My balls are tucked up tight to my body, squeezing, getting ready to drain themselves of my seed. It’s nothing like the release that builds when I fuck my own hand, though. God no. It’s like I can feel over a decade of hunger screaming to the surface, toward Lola, the goddess of my relief.
“Lola,” I choke out, my hips starting to piston out of control, my grunts filling the bathroom as surely as the steam from the still-running shower. “Fuck. I’m sorry, baby.”
I flatten her to the ground, my drives turning brutal. Almost violent. I use my knees to pry her thighs wider and I wet hump her cunt, my teeth clenched, my eyes seeing nothing. There’s a part of me that’s well aware I’m fucking her too hard, but with years’ worth of celibacy bearing down on me, I find my palm slapping down on her little ass cheeks, leaving hand prints behind. I find myself burying my teeth into the flesh of her shoulders and calling her filthy names that I’ll be ashamed of saying out loud later.
Despite all that, she climaxes around my pumping dick, the added lubrication from her body making me wild. “Aiden!” she wails, her pussy pulsing rhythmically, her fingers clawing at the bathroom floor.
Indescribable pleasure tears down my spine and twists, loosening something in my belly and my balls erupt, shooting semen up my fatness. Just when I think I can’t get any more animalistic, I ram my cock as far as it will go into Lola’s cunt and hold myself there, marveling over the way I jerk and sputter inside of her.
“Who’s going to have a pretty round tummy in nine months, huh?” I growl against her ear, righteous tension still draining out of me. “Who’s going to be walking around with proof she got down on all fours for Aiden and took his big dick, huh, baby?”
“Me,” she slurs, her body shaking. “Me.”
I have to start thrusting again because the come won’t stop. It’s being pulled from some reserve deep inside of me, and the more I let it go inside Lola, the more contentment settles over me. Finally, I collapse beside her, my jaw slack with awe. For once in my life, I am totally void of any of the frustration I usually carry around. It’s gone. I’m lighter than a feather.
At least that’s how I feel.
I’m still a giant motherfucker and I’ve just banged this sweet, eighteen-year-old innocent into the ground. With a weight in my chest, I pull Lola into my arms and wrap myself around her, laying kisses everywhere I can reach. Her face, her hair, her shoulder.
“Baby,” I say thickly. “Are you all right? I was…I was…” Rough. Mean.
“Perfect.” She turns slightly, so I can see her smile. “Just don’t ask me to walk, mkay?”
Relief and affection melt together in my middle and I vow to treat Lola like a princess as often as possible, so she’ll put up with my nasty side. Hell, she seems to kind of love my nasty side. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I was the luckiest son of a bitch alive, was I?
Not at all.
I’m keeping this girl forever.
I’m panicked at the thought of being apart from her, even for a few minutes.
Possessiveness rouses inside of me and I pick Lola up, standing, carrying her limp body into the bedroom and laying her down gently on the bed.
She winces a little and I want to claw my heart out. She’s sore because of me.
Afraid I’ll only make things worse if my cock gets hard again, I kiss Lola’s forehead and tell her I’ll be right back. On the way out of the bedroom, I retrieve my cell phone out of my pants, tapping it on my palm while pacing in front of the fireplace.
