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“F-Faster. D-Deeper. H-Harder.” Fuuuck, I’m going to die in her heavenly pussy. The feeling of my piercing brings the sensation to another level. I release her hair and increase the pressure of my hold around her neck. Not too much. I don’t know if her limits have changed. That is something I’ll need to discuss with her. The vibration of her moans reverberating through my hand is both thrilling and intoxicating. With my free hand, I reach up to pinch and tease her nipples, causing her to cry out with pleasure. With every touch, I can feel her growing more and more wet. My thrusts become slower. I bite her shoulder blade with force, which makes her cry out. Fuck, I want to see my marks all over her body. Seeing the red spot that starts to form on her back, I lick it, which causes her to shiver. I need to see her face. She gasps when I pull out and spin her around quickly, catching her off guard.
“W-What are you doing?” As I thrust back into her, the room is filled with the sound of our moans echoing off the walls.
“Need to see your face when you come.” I can feel her getting close. My fingers dig into her soft flesh as I squeeze her throat. She tries to hold back a whimper, but it escapes her. “Colour?” I ask again. I feel like a caged animal around her, desperate to break free and let my instincts take over.
“G-green. Please.”
The sight of my tattoos wrapped around her neck and my hard cock buried deep inside her is an image that never gets old.
“Are you going to come for me?” I ask, and she whines in answer. “Give me what’s mine,” I growl.
Her body tenses in response to my touch as I pinch her nipples again and tighten my grip around her throat. The mix of pain and the feeling of suffocation is enough to send her over the edge.
“F-Fuuuck. Oh my God. A-Aidan.” Hearing my name as she comes is fucking music to my ears. I take her lips to muffle her noises, and because, fuck, I’ve been dreaming of tasting these plump lips again for years now. I bite, I suck. I lick. The sweet sound of her moans in my mouth is the catalyst that makes me join her. I come. Hard. My body tenses, and I let out a deep growl as my orgasm consumes me, leaving me feeling utterly spent. We’re both panting for air as I pull away from her lips.
“Condom.” I hear her say.
“What?” I’m slow to understand what she’s saying, my mind still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm.
“You didn’t wear a condom,” she repeats. Looking at the chaos I created between her legs, I can’t help but feel proud of myself.
Shit, I completely forgot to wear one. I didn’t plan on fucking her in the bathroom with her siblings and friends in the room next to us. Okay, that’s a lie. I had every intention of fucking her, but I literally forgot to wear one.
“I’m clean,” I answer.
“Glad to hear it. But pregnancy? I don’t plan on having a bairn anytime soon, especially with you.”
I glance at her with an amused glare. Because, seriously, a bairn made from both of us? I can clearly picture a round-faced bairn with a head full of curly hair and deep, dark eyes like hers. Stunning. I don’t have baby fever and don’t plan to have one soon. But I would be more than willing to have one with her if she asked me to right now.
“Sorry, Tink. I didn’t think about it.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I’ll make sure to get you the morning-after pills.” I can feel the weight of her stare as if she is trying to bore a hole through me with her eyes.
“I don’t need you to do anything but keep your dick in your pants next time,” she says, still trying to catch her breath, which makes me smirk. “And I’m on birth control. Not that you look concerned about it,” she adds, her tone sarcastic. She’s right. I’m not concerned one bit. I’ll take whatever she’ll give me.
She tries to clean herself up before I have time to do it for her and looks at my cock, eyes wide.
“So, that was that.” I check what she’s looking at. I knew she felt it, but she hasn’t seen it yet. “You pierced your cock.” Her eyes are glued to my Albert.
“I did. Scott and I lost a silly bet a few years ago and pierced our cocks.”
“Ew,” she grimaces. “I would’ve been happy never knowing about my brother’s dick piercing.”
“Piercings,” I correct her.
She looks at me as if she’s going to be sick, which makes me chuckle, but that doesn’t stop her eyes from staying fixated on my cock, observing how my piercing adorns my shaft.
With a sly grin, I add, “Don’t give me that look, gorgeous. I’m ready for round two already.” She takes a moment to collect herself before meeting my gaze. I already know what she’s about to say, ‘We won’t fuck again,’ but she knows better. She can hate me all she wants, but our attraction is there. We’re like two magnets, drawn to one another.
Turning on the hot water from the sink, I retrieve a warm cloth and turn to look at her. “Come here.” She hesitates, taking a deep breath before finally resigning herself. “Open your legs.” A look of scepticism crosses her face as she raises an eyebrow at me. “I’m not going to do anything except clean you.”
“I can do it myself. I don’t need you to—” My low growl makes her flinch and fall silent. Her body may crave me as I do her, but her mind is not there yet, and she’ll find everything she can to fight me over it.
“That’s my job. Now stop being a brat and open your legs for me.” We had this discussion countless times in the past about the importance of aftercare, and as for now, the only thing she’ll be willing to let me do is clean her. She lets out a resigned sigh and opens them for me. My cock jolts at her obedience. I bite down on my lip, attempting to stifle the groan that’s building in my throat. My touch is soft and gentle as I pass the cloth over her clit, her breath quickening with each stroke. As she exhales contentedly, I gently kiss her thigh before helping her get dressed.
She waits a few seconds before gesturing towards the door and says, “You go first. I’ll follow in a bit.” I put my trousers back on and look at her. I won’t say anything more for tonight. I think she understands that I’m not letting her get away ever again. But she needs to take a moment to gather her thoughts and process the information. With one last glance, I wink at her and leave the bathroom.
I focus on the information in front of me. It’s 2 p.m. I’ve been reading this message over and over again for the past thirty minutes, trying to figure out the best way to approach this. The text message was simple, as always.
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