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I shook my head, slowly trying to still the beast inside me that wanted to shove my cock inside and plow her sweet pussy.
Up and down, I moved my tip, gathering more of her wetness, making my cock slick.
She squirmed beneath me, pressing her cunt against my dick. I tensed, trying to keep from breaking my vow to not fuck her. But it would be so easy. So easy to do it. Slip my cock inside and fuck her and put us both out of our misery. Because regardless of whether I did or didn’t, either way, I was already screwed.
“Don’t move,” Aaron said, clenching his jaw. His hand dug into my hip, holding me still.
I’d never been with a man like this. Never had sex, but I wanted to be with him. Wanted him to be my first.
“I need you.” I ran my hand under his dress shirt, pushing it up to see the dark trail of hair from his pelvis to below his belly button.
He bent over me until his body blanketed me, and his forehead touched mine. “Don’t worry, Princess. I will take care of you.”
His mouth came down on mine, and he ground his cock into my clit, thrusting up and down. A moan crept up my throat as we kissed. We moved as one, and the friction of his cock rubbing over my clit felt so good. I never wanted this to stop.
His mouth trailed down my neck, and his whiskers scratched my skin. “So beautiful. So fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he kissed down my collarbone. “What I would give to drive my cock deep inside your pussy and ruin you for any other man.”
Oh, my God. I clutched at the steel hand still holding mine shackled above my head. “Do it.” I bucked against him, trying to line my entrance up with his tip. Wanting more of him. To be with him.
“No,” he growled, clamping a hand at my side under my breast. “Not tonight.” He slid himself up my slit again.
“Oh, Aaron.”
“Damn, Princess, you’re driving me crazy.” He wrenched forcefully at the bust of my dress, exposing my breast. His mouth clamped down on my nipple, and he tongued it furiously before nibbling on it with his teeth.
His teasing was torturous, yet my body was humming with pleasure. Higher and higher I climbed as he ground against me. “I’m gonna come.” My voice sounded eight octaves higher, and stars flittered over my vision as my climax set off.
Aaron’s mouth found mine as he picked up his pace, sliding up and down, spreading my wetness over my clit. His cock felt like a heated missile. Then he grunted against my lips, and his cock jerked against me, over and over. Soon, warm liquid coated my pelvis and abdomen. He came.
Aaron Thomas.
Came.
On.
Me.
He released my hands, and they immediately found purchase in his hair as I savored the aftermath, relishing in his kisses that were now gentle and soothing. I wanted to curl up like a kitten in his arms. “I could go to sleep.”
Lifting his head, he gazed around as though remembering where we were. “Dammit.” He stood and raked a hand through his mussed hair. “I’m the host of this party, and people are probably wondering where the hell I am.”
He looked so handsome in his tux. My eyes scanned down his torso, seeing a wet spot on the hem of his dress shirt. His cock was semi-erect, and his pants hung low on his hips. There was something dirty in the way he looked, too. Dark, debonair, and so very dirty.
“What are you looking at?” His eyes were smoldering.
“You have a wet spot.” I pointed to the edge of his shirt.
“You do, too.” Arrogance radiated around him, and he bent down and picked up my torn thong. He reached out and dragged the scrap of lace over my lower abdomen and down my pelvis, lower until he stopped at my core, pressing the fabric inside me, coated with his cum.
“What are you doing?” I gasped in surprise as my stomach fluttered.
“Cleaning you up.” His mouth tugged up in satisfaction as he slowly withdrew his hand and slipped my thong into his pocket, hiding the evidence of what we’d done. Putting himself in his briefs, he pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt before zipping up.
I heard the buzz of a cell nearby. “Fuck.” He knifed his fingers through his hair and picked up his jacket, pulling his cell out of the pocket. “I need to head back.” His eyes scanned over his phone.
I slid off the table, straightened out my dress, and gathered my purse.
“You can’t go back in there,” he said, pointing at my cleavage. I glanced down and saw the rip at the seam where my halter parted, exposing more of my boobs.
