picture in my head. Aiden’s mouth on my most intimate part.
I want that picture.
If I don’t get that picture, I’ll probably dream about it and wake up with my hand between my legs.
He flicks a thumb against my clit. “Answer me.”
I suppress a moan. “N-no.”
He freezes, and I do too. What have I done?
Was this some sort of a test and I screwed it up?
“And no one will in the future.” He thrusts a finger inside me, making me arch off the bed. “Your pussy will only know my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. Is that clear?”
I nod. I would’ve nodded to anything at the moment because I’m busy telling my body not to grind against his finger and not to recall how that same finger brought me to the throws of pleasure not so long ago.
“I won’t take it easy on you.” Aiden’s voice and eyes darken. “You don’t get to tap out. You don’t get to tell me to stop. You don’t get anything.”
My lips part as goosebumps erupt all over my skin.
“I need you to understand that.” His grip on my thigh tightens as if he’s restraining himself. “I won’t stop.”
This would be one of those times where it’d be wiser to flee and never return. Aiden is going out of his way to give me a chance to stop now before he’s all in. Any normal human would take the chance.
Obviously, I’m not normal.
“I understand.”
Two words. Two simple words. And I’m done for.
Aiden lunges at me like a madman. He removes his finger, and before I can protest, his tongue swipes from the bottom of my slit to the top.
Oh. God.
My head rolls back and my back arches off the bed. He does it again. I cry out at the intrusive, enthralling sensation.
An unfamiliar tightness grips my stomach. My chest squeezes so hard, I’m genuinely scared something is wrong with my defective heart.
The fact that a single touch can cause this raw reaction is scary. Thrilling, but scary all the same.
Something within me unlocks.
It’s a detonation. An awakening.
I’m thrashing, mewling, and gripping the bedsheets as if they’re lifelines. What in the ever living hell is he doing?
He nibbles on my clit before he thrusts his tongue inside me, fucking me like it’s his cock.
“Aiden… Oh, my God, Aiden!!”
He stops, his head peeking from between my thighs with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I love the idea of being your God.”
Then his tongue plunges inside me again.
I’m a goner.
I’m a victim of him and his wicked tongue.
He fucks me with it like he’s worshipping me and punishing me at the same time. His pace is relentless, unapologetic, and so out of freaking control.
There’s nothing predictable about what he’ll do next or how far he’ll go.
I can’t help falling into his well-crafted web like a dumb fly.
I can’t resist it.
I can’t resist him.
His thumb and forefinger flick my clit and all the building comes crashing down. I fall apart with a wordless scream. The fierce sensation is like being wrenched into a storm.
I ride the hurricane, not wanting to find a landing.
When I do come down, I expect to find Aiden staring at me with a smug gleam.
He’s not.
He continues eating me out. His tongue licks up and down my wetness without as much as a pause. My skin is sensitive and every lap of his mouth springs both pleasure and pain.
“Stop…”
I grip a handful of his jet black hair and try to push at him, but he thrusts his tongue in and out of me. This time, he adds a finger. I writhe against the bed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Please…” I’m pushing and pulling him at the same time. The assault of endless sensations kills me slowly like death by a thousand cuts.
“This time, scream.” He rasps, eyes hazy with lust before he pounds both his finger and his tongue inside me.
Another shattering orgasm sweeps over me. My scream cracks into a sob. I’m a crying, screaming mess. My voice turns hoarse. My nipples throb in pain both from his earlier assault and the over-stimulation of my sex. My head is dizzy and I can barely open my eyes.
Aiden isn’t stopping.
“Please, please, please…” I’m crying and gripping his shoulder. “No more, I beg you.”
I expect him to brush me off and hit me with another orgasm.
Aiden’s head glances from between my thighs and he does a slow show of licking his moist lips.
No. He’s not licking his lips. He’s licking