Aiden
The pale morning light creeps through the blinds, painting streaks of gold across the bedspread as I stir awake.
The room is heavy with the scent of sex—sweat, musk, and the faint sweetness of Mia’s perfume clings to the sheets.
Mia’s moved away from me in the night. I pull her close, so her cheek rests against my chest. She shifts in her sleep and gets comfortable.
Her skin is flushed. Her hair is a tangled mess.
I smile lazily as memories of last night flood back—her moans, her nails raking down my back, the way she whimpered my name as I took her over and over.
I harden, and her thighs shift as if she can feel my arousal.
The sweetness of last night, the need to connect languidly, is not what I want this morning. I want hard and fast. I want to claim.
I trail fingers down her back, stopping at the curve of her ass.
She moans softly and turns her head. Her sleepy eyes blink up at me.
“Morning,” she murmurs, huskily.
“Morning.” My voice is already thick with hunger.
I grab her hip, yanking her onto her back.
Her legs part instinctively as I settle between them.
She gasps when my cock presses against her entrance, already hard and leaking.
“Aiden—” she starts, but I cut her off with a brutal kiss, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
I don’t care about foreplay, don’t care about taking it slow. I need her.Now.
I thrust into her in one savage stroke, her tight, wet cunt clenching around me like a vice.
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Yes. Like that.”
I fuck her with reckless abandon. The bed creaks, the sound mixes in with the slap of skin against skin and Mia’s desperate moans.
“That’s it,” I grunt, my hands holding her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Take it, Mia. Take every fucking inch.”
She writhes beneath me, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her pussy soaking wet and squeezing me tighter with every stroke.
I can feel her orgasm building, her body trembling as I pound into her relentlessly.
I lean down, sinking my teeth into her nipple.
She screams my name, her cunt pulsating around me as she comes.
“More,” I mutter, pulling out of her.
I flip her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up.
I slam into her from behind.
Mia’s ass jiggles with the force of my thrusts, her face buried in the pillow as she cries out incoherently.
I hold her tight, my cock pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy, the sound obscenely wet and loud.
