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Forty-One
Aidan
By the timeshe was crying out, literally in the palm of my hands, I knew Savannah was way past thinking about what had happened tonight.
Which was exactly what I wanted.
I needed her brain focused elsewhere because it let me forget too.
As she squealed and cried out, groaned and mewled on my lap, each squirming attempt to simultaneously avoid and to get closer to me was a sign of how far gone she was.
I took advantage of that, turned all my focus on her, then when she was a weeping, filthy mess, I pulled away from her completely, leaving her pussy and ass empty, leaving her wriggling mindlessly, needing what I wasn’t giving her.
Taking away her orgasm before she could have it.
Pleasuring her but never letting her tip over the side. A sharp and undoubtedly cruel contrast to the inundation of climaxes I’d bestowed upon her yesterday. Every action had an equal and opposite reaction, after all.
"Aidan!" she cried out, grinding her sopping wet pussy against my dick, able to do so now my hands weren’t down her pants.
"Get yourself off, little one," I directed, watching her eyes flare wide open at that.
But as she sensed my resolve, her hands went to my shoulders, and she did as I ordered. Riding my erection through the fly as fast and with as much pressure as she could add to it.
As she rocked against me, her breathing grew frenzied, and I reached for her tits, tearing open her blouse so I could see them jiggle. When her hoarse cries filled the room, I slipped three fingers into her mouth, loving how she sucked on them while she got herself off.
Hips bucking with her wild moves, I watched the show, delighted in her as she came, letting her follow through with the aftershocks too, savoring every moment.
When she slumped against me, momentarily spent, I held her to me for a second, squeezing her before I let her go, maneuvering her so that she was ass up, face down in the cushions.
Amused that she didn’t argue, I got to my feet, grimacing after the day’s strenuous activities made themselves known in my knee.
Damning the joint to hell because it made sex so fucking awkward, I twisted her some more so that I had better access, grinning when she just let me.
God, if she was this pliable in real life, it would be much easier. I already knew I had a nightmare ahead of me when it came down to keeping her safe in the future, but when it boiled down to getting her to behave how a good, proper mob wife should, I’d embrace her crazy and make it work for us.
She was worth the shit I’d get in the long run.
Tearing her pants open wider, I revealed that sweet ass of hers. Peeking between the baby pink folds of fabric, it made her pussy lips all the darker, especially now they were flushed with color, the succulent and juicy flesh an array of reds from her orgasm.
The urge to taste her was immense, but I wanted her ass. Fuck, I wanted it bad. Even if I couldn’t have it all as I had no lube, I wanted some of it. Some piece of it to take as my own.
Knowing I wanted to see those cheeks turn pinker still, I didn’t stop until the hole I made in her seat was big enough for her butt to peep through in its entirety, that was when the slickness of her cunt called to me, so I unfastened my cock, finally releasing it from its prison, and slipped it through her folds.
A shaky breath squeaked from her, followed by a high-pitched keening sound as I tortured us both. When my dick was slick, I pushed it home, while with my other hand, the clean one, I gathered her juices and used them to fuck her in the ass.
As I pounded her from behind, making sure to stretch out that hole good and well, I curved them down, digging them into my dick while I used my other hand to spank her.
With each thrust, I tapped that booty, making sure to get it pink and blotchy, and that mewling sound just fired on and on, the note hitting something inside me, resonating in a way that made me speed up.
Fucking her how I needed, loving that she took everything I had to give, I screwed her until the disastrous evening was nothing more than a memory.
Until all I saw, felt, heard, smelled, and tasted was her.
Always her.
And hadn’t it been that way since the first time we’d met?
Always her?
