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Aaron’s grunt fell against my temple. “Oh fuck, baby.” His hips rocked,
retreating and sliding back in with more force now, eliciting a cry of pleasure
from me. His mouth nuzzled my neck. “That sound, Catalina.” He thrust in
again. “It’s going to be my end.” Another one followed.
My hands flew to his hair, pulling it with my fingers, goading him to lose
the remains of his restraint.
And he did. With another grunt, Aaron thrust into me harder, pushing my
whole body up. I moaned, certain I’d drown in the waves of pleasure rocking
my body.
“Grab on to the headboard,” Aaron growled, taking hold of my wrists and
bringing them up himself.
I obeyed, closing my fists around the bars, hoping they’d resist our attack.
“I need this,” I whimpered. “Need more.”
Aaron rocked into me as he braced himself on the headboard. His pace
gave away all remnants of control. “You need me,” he grunted, thrusting into
me even faster.
My back arched in return.
“You don’t need this.” He plunged into me hard. Then, he did it again.
Harder. “It’s me you need.”
God, didn’t he know—wasn’t it painfully obvious—that I did?
Another brisk thrust. “Say it.”
“Yes,” I moaned, my body losing all its strength under the waves of
pleasure. “You, Aaron. I need you.”
That last word broke the thin grasp of sanity he had seemed to be holding
on to. And his thrusts lost all sense of rhythm. They came harder, faster,
deeper. All of it at once. Aaron rocked into me with abandon. Our flesh
clashed together while I remained holding on to the headboard and watched
his body move above me. His cock slid in and out of me, the muscles of his
abs flexing. His rounded shoulders bunched. All of it jamming me closer and
closer to the edge.
“I want to feel you milking me, baby,” Aaron said before stealing my
mouth. One of his hands flew to my breasts, closing over my rosy peak.
“Come for me,” he demanded in a husky voice. “Come on my cock.”
His words, his feral rhythm, his body pinning mine—all of it made my
eyelids flutter shut. My body burned. Blazed with every thrust.
A desperate plea escaped my lips. “Aaron.”
“Look at me. I want you to look at me.”