Chapter 123
Aiden’s POV
As soon as I pulled into the garage, I cut the engine and turned to study Aria. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her breathing shallow and rapid.
“We’re home,” I said simply.
She blinked, seeming to emerge from a daze. “Oh… right p>
She fumbled with her seatbelt, practically stumbling out of the car. I watched carefully as she swayed slightly on her feet.
“You okay?” I asked, moving to her side.
“Just dizzy,” she admitted, pressing her hand against her flushed cheek. “And so hot. Do I have a fever p>
“You’re drunk,” I said bluntly.
Her eyes widened in genuine surprise. “That’s impossible. I only had juice with Claire, and then that fruit drink while I was waiting for you p>
“Fruit wine,” I corrected her.
“Really?” She looked genuinely shocked, and I felt a surge of protectiveness wash
over me.
Before I could say anything else, Aria’s lips crashed into mine, catching me completely off guard.
Her small hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer with surprising strength. I could taste something uniquely sweet on her tongue as it danced against mine.
“I want you,” she breathed against my mouth. “Right now p>
I pressed her against the garage wall, lifting her easily as her legs wrapped around my waist. Her dress rode up her thighs, and I could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her underwear.
“The bedroom’s too far,” she gasped as I sucked on her neck, careful not to leave marks.
I carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind us. We hadn’t even made it to the living room before she was tugging at my belt, her fingers clumsy but determined.
“Slow down,” I commanded, catching her wrist with one hand.
“I can’t,” she whimpered, grinding her hips against me. “I need you inside me p>
Her words sent blood rushing to my cock. I released her wrist and pushed her dress up and over her head, revealing her matching bra and panties.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” I growled, making quick work of her bra clasp.
Her breasts spilled free, and I wasted no time taking one nipple into my mouth while pinching the other with my fingers. She arched into me, moaning loudly.
“Please,” she begged, her hand finding my cock through my pants. “Please fuck me p>
She was desperate for me, wild with need.
It turned me on beyond measure.
I stripped off my shirt, then my pants and boxers, watching her eyes widen at the sight of my hard, ready cock.
“Take these off,” I commanded, hooking my fingers in her panties and dragging them down her legs.
She was soaking wet, arousal glistening on her inner thighs. I ran my fingers through her folds, finding her clit and circling it slowly.
“Aiden!” she cried out, her hips bucking into my hand.
“Tell me what you want,” I demanded, sliding two fingers inside her. She was tight, clenching around my digits like a vice.
“Oh, daddy… I want you to fuck me,” she panted. “Hard p>
I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
Her eyes met mine, dark with desire.
I pushed inside her, and she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck!” I couldn’t help but growl.
She felt incredible.
I pounded into her with increasing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with her moans and my heavy breathing.
“Does my little slut like getting fucked like this?” I whispered dirty words in her ear.
It clearly drove her wild.
“Oh, daddy, I’m your little slut,” she gasped. “I love getting fucked by you… oh p>
I felt her tightening around me, close to release.
“Come for me,” I commanded, reaching between us to rub her clit.
She shattered immediately, screaming my name as her body convulsed around my cock.
The sight of her falling apart pushed me over the edge, and I pulled out just in time, releasing on her stomach with a harsh groan.
We lay there panting, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together.
“Shower,” she mumbled, her eyes half-closed.
I nodded, scooping her up in my arms and heading toward the
bathroom. She nuzzled again net
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“We’re not done yet,” I warned her as I turned on the shower.
Her hands were already teasing me again, her eyes red as she whispered, “Daddy p>
you’re so strong p>
Christ, she was driving me insane.
As steam filled the bathroom, I
pressed her against the cool tiles, lifting one of her legs to hook around my waist. Water cascaded over us, and she he gasped at the contrast of sensations as I entered her again.
I bit down on her shoulder.
She moved frantically against me, chasing her pleasure.
I gripped her hips, helping her ride me as the water pounded against our bodies.
“Damn, Aria,” I groaned as she tightened around me again. “You’re going to make me come p>