CHAPTER 165: Harder When You Beg
CHAPTER 165: Harder When You Beg
RHEA
His fingers slide out of me, slick and wet. My entire body is shaking, trembling from the orgasm. Then he brings them to his mouth and he licks them. His eyes lock on mine like he’s daring me to look away.
But my insides only throb.
“Aron,” I whisper, breath catching in my throat. His gaze darkens, the gold in his eye shimmering, before he bends down and kisses me. His tongue slips into my mouth and licks. I taste myself on his lips, his tongue.
“Rhea,” He murmurs, voice deep. “You need to stop me.”
“Why?”
“Because if you don’t,” He grabs my hand in his and places it over the bulge in his pants, where he’s hard. “I’m not sure if I can.”
I want him.
“No,” I shake my head. “I won’t.”
“Fuck,” He curses and then he’s on his feet and pulling me up with him. He pulls the sweatshirt off my body, leaving me just bare.
And then his hands are everywhere. Palming my breasts, dragging his thumbs over my nipples until I’m squirming over the mattress again. I can feel myself getting wet, the arousal seeping out of me.
His mouth lowers to my chest. I take a deep inhale as his lips close around one of my nipples. My pussy clenches. His hand trails down my stomach, past my hip and back between my legs.
I let out a soft moan. And another. And another.
My hand reaches for the front of his pants, but he grabs it and stops me before leaning back and unbuckling it himself. My eyes trail down his body, to the V of his hips, to where he’s pulling down his boxer briefs and his cock springs free. Thick, hard and ready.
He wraps his hand around it and strokes. My lips parted in awe of watching him.
His eyes are on mine when he climbs on the bed and reaches for my hips. He yanks me toward him, making my body slide on the mattress.
“Don’t say I warned you.” He mutters and then grabs my knees and forces them apart.
My breath hitches. I know what I’m doing, I know what I want. And I know that it’ll only make everything harder, more complicated. But I don’t want anything more than this.
I don’t want anyone else more than him.
No one else.
His cock nudges at my entrance, the head pressing in. I feel myself stretching for him. He pushes in, inch by inch, his hips arching forward. He’s slow, so slow, that I want to scream.
“Fuck me,” He breathes out, his hips finally flush with mine. “You’re so tight, Rhea.”
“Aron,” I moan, fingers digging into his skin. “Don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to,” He groans. He pulls out and thrusts back in, his cock throbbing inside me.
It’s not slow anymore. It’s not sweet.
It’s filthy. It’s hard. It’s the sound of skin slapping skin, the bedframe groaning under every savage thrust, the wet slick of my cunt clenching around him like I’ve missed this for years.
His hands are bruising my waist, holding me still as he pounds into me, chasing something between rage and release. Or both.
“God, you’ve no idea how much I’ve thought about this.” He groans against my throat. “To feel you around me, to feel your pussy clenching me tight. Fuck,” He thrusts deeper, his cock reaching that spot that makes my breath hitch, my hips arch, and my toes curl.
I wrap my legs tighter around his back, dragging him deeper, grinding up to meet every thrust like I can’t get enough, because I can’t.
I don’t care that I’m panting, writhing, soaking the sheets. I don’t care that I’m going to wake up sore and split open.
I don’t care about anything anymore.
Just him. Just this.
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CHAPTER 165: Harder When You Beg
Just the way he fucks me like he’s trying to remind me who I am. Or maybe who he is. Or who we were.
Our mouths collide. His teeth scrape my tongue. My nails rake his back. I feel him everywhere, in me, on me. His scent. His taste. His skin. His cock.
All his. I’m all his.
“Aron,” I whisper when his hips slow, when his lips slip to my jaw, and his forehead presses to mine.
“I know.” He breathes.
“I want you.”
“I know.”
“I need you.”
“I know.” He says and then his eyes meet mine.
I press my hand against his chest and he leans back before letting me take over. My hands push against his chest, and I roll on top of him, straddling him as he lies down on the mattress.
His hands move to my thighs and then to my ass, where he squeezes. My knees dig into bed as I lift myself up and then sink back on his cock. We both groan. He lets me take control, lets me move and ride.
I feel him deeper, thicker.
His fingers dig into my flesh, his grip growing tighter, and his breathing heavier.
My hips roll, grinding down on him and making him curse under his breath. He reaches up and wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me down until our chests are touching and my lips are inches away from his.
“Promise me,” He breathes out. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”
“Aron,” I murmur. His hand tightens around my throat, and I gasp for air. “I—”
He doesn’t wait for my answer, instead, he lifts me up and flips us, my body pressed into the mattress, while he thrusts in, his hips snapping against me. I cry out, moaning, whimpering as he fucks me, his hand still on my neck, his other holding my wrists above my head.
“You belong to me, Rhea.” He whispers in my ear. “You’re mine. No one else’s. Just mine. Say it.” His mouth moves to my ear, and he licks the shell. “Fucking say it.”
I can feel him throb in me. His cock hard, his body tense as he’s almost there–as I’m almost there.
“I’m yours.” I choke out.
“No one else’s.” He adds.
“No one else’s.”
“Tell me who you belong to, Rhea.” He groans.
“I belong to you. Always. Just you, Aron.” My voice is hoarse, barely coming out. I don’t know how I’m still breathing, how I‘ m still speaking when there’s his hand wrapped around my throat. “You. Only you.”
“Good,” he says, his voice low. “That’s good.”
He thrusts harder, his cock driving into me until I’m coming, clenching around his length. He groans against my cheek, his body tensing as he finds his release. I feel him spill into me, his warmth filling me before he collapses over on the side.
We’re quiet, both of us. His arms wrap around my body, holding me close to him as he breathes. My eyes are on the ceiling, watching the lights flicker and hearing the hum of the heater.
My head snaps to him, and our eyes lock. There are no words, nothing spoken. But everything’s understood.
It’s going to be alright. I’m not alone.
I never have been.
And I never will be.
