Chloe
I’m breathing heavier than if I’d run a marathon. I’m so fucking hot I wish he’d fuck me right away. I can barely wait to get into our room—our presidential suite. I had no idea Aaron was able to wield such influence. He must be pretty fucking important.
Part of me still can’t believe I just gave him a blowjob in the elevator.
I’m not sure what came over me; it’s as if I’m possessed—possessed to fuck Aaron.
My brain seems to have taken a leave of absence; there’s no other explanation.
I lick my lips, savoring the taste of Aaron. He tasted salty and manly. I’ve never enjoyed a blowjob more.
As Aaron drags me by my wrists into the presidential suite, I don’t even try to struggle against him.
Briefly, I take in the obscene luxury. He drags me past an oversized marble-floored bathroom with a four-person ornate bathtub, mirrors, and lights.
The master bedroom, a four-poster oversized king-sized bed with a mountain of cushions is where we end up. Black on white, black sheets, and white cushions spell absolute luxury and style.
Aaron doesn’t head straight for the bed but shoves me against the wall. Here he pins me with his toned body so I can’t move. He brings my arms up over my head and a little to the right.
“I can’t believe you exposed me like that in the elevator,” he growls and nibbles my ear.
Words stick in my parched throat. It feels as if I’ve just spent forty-two days in the desert without water.
“I thought…” I start, but he stops me.
“Don’t interrupt me.” He holds both my hands with one of his, freeing up the other. His fingers pinch my nipples so hard I cry out in pleasurable pain and excruciating lust. Electric shock waves pulse through me.
Fuck.
My pussy’s dripping and pulsing, clutching and empty, needing to be filled.
“As I was saying,” he growls into my ear. “I think you need to be punished for your actions, don’t you agree?”
I look into his eyes. Animalistic lust is reflected in them.
Slowly I nod.
“Good.” His thumb caresses my check, and I will him to go back to touching my tits or, better still, my dripping pussy.
I quiver and tingle all over. Briefly I think of my invented Mr. BadBoy. Would he treat a woman like this? Probably, quite probably, even rougher, taking what he wants. I should take notes.
The power play started by Aaron is a new experience for me.
Being in charge in my own business and yet now playing the submissive slut is a fucking turn on for me. It leaves me burning on the inside. I need him to take charge and fuck me however he wants. In fact, I’m pretty much desperate for him to.
Aaron’s middle finger now obliges and finds the opening of my quivering pussy and pushes inside. His index finger grazes over my clit. Then his thumb and index finger take it and pinch it.
Oh fuck, yes. I cry out again in pleasure and pain.
“Fuck,” I groan and thrust my hips toward him, my back arching in the process.
Aaron laughs a low, growling laugh. All of this is so different from the other night at the club, but equally hot. Aaron’s still as alpha as ever, though, and it makes me almost come just thinking about what he has in store for me.
And then without warning, he moves his hand and pulls me toward the bed. He rips my dress down and quickly unclips my strapless bra. My tits bounce into freedom.
He dispenses of my dress quickly and then hooks his fingers into the elastic of my lacy thong.
He pulls on it, pressing the material onto my clit. He tugs and rubs and then he rips it off me with one swift movement.
A cry of pleasure builds in my throat and spills out over my lips.
I watch as he brings the saturated scrap of fabric to his face. He seems to soak in my wetness.
“So,” he says while he discards my thong, “looks like you’re a bit hot and fucking ready.”
I nod. “Oh yes. Please, Aaron, fuck me,” I plead and quiver in anticipation of what might happen next.
Aaron nods.
Then he pushes me onto the bed, face first. I feel him pull me upward, until all of me is draped over the bed.
He spreads my legs far apart, and cool air assaults my dripping hole. His eyes are able to see the lips of my pussy.
And then the flat of his hand collides with the flesh of my ass. It’s a short, sharp pain. It’s fucking amazing.
His hand comes down again, and this time part of it collides with the lips of my pussy. And before I know it, he’s belted me about five times.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I bury my head into the sheets to muffle my cries of mixed pleasure and pain.
It feels as if any second I’m going to be tipped over the edge. Fireworks are going off inside my head, and the rest of me feels as if bombs are exploding inside of me at breakneck speed. I know without a doubt I’m about to come harder than I ever have in my entire fucking life.
Explosion after explosion rips through me.
And then his hand is gone and I miss it immediately.
I try and look over my shoulders. He’s taken his pants off, and I feast my eyes on his massive throbbing cock. Oh yes, that giant rod is about to impale me, and I can’t fucking wait.
His fingers find my dripping pussy and scoop up some of my juices. Then he smears them over my burning ass cheeks. I arch my back and get to my hands and knees.
Aaron keeps massaging my ass, which I’m sure must be bright red.
“Pleaseee…” I start to beg again. I wiggle my ass at him. “Fuck me, Aaron, pleaseee.”
My voice is high-pitched, and I’ve never heard myself beg like this for anyone or anything. It’s pure craziness. But if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I think I’ll lose my mind.
His fingers go back to my clit.
I throb and pulse and shake.
My lower back arches even further. I will him to push into me.
And then he does, shoving two of his fingers into me. He pushes as far as they’ll go and then explores on my inside. He hooks them over, scissors them, and oh my fucking God, his touch is unleashing hot molten lava inside of me, the volcanic eruption akin to Mount Edna’s.
I know, I’m weird that way. I think of European volcanoes.
I’ve been to Italy and seen Edna do her work. I’m pretty sure people think of the volcano as a temperamental woman. If they don’t, I might have made this up.
But who the fuck cares because my volcanic eruption is of almighty proportions.
This must be the sweet spot I’ve read about.
Aaron responds and keeps pushing and pummeling into me with his fingers. The walls of my pussy grab them and massage them.
“Pleaseee…oh pleaseee, fuck me…” I beg yet again, but I’m desperate for that cock to be inside of me.
When his fingers leave me, a feeling of incredible loss envelops me. I look back at him to see what happened. Did I do or say something wrong?
All I see is him kneeling behind me now and his fucking amazing cock pointing at my pussy.
Oh fuck. Oh yes. Oh my god, let’s fucking do this.
Slowly he enters me, and ripples of pleasure spread through me. I push back to meet him. I feel as if I’m falling off a cliff and floating through the air, weightless.
At first, he only enters me with the tip of his dick. I try and grab all of him, get him all the way into me. He resists.
His hands are grabbing onto my hips, and he’s controlling my movement.
In and out he moves his cock, slowly and rhythmically. And then, just when I think I’m going to erupt into a fountain of pleasure, he pushes all the way into me.
I can hear the slap his balls make when they hit the naked flesh of my ass.
He pulls back out and then rams right back, hard and fast. I can feel his tip push against my insides.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I scream and throw my head back.
As he gets into a rhythm, I try and match him, meeting him on every thrust.
Apart from his heavy breathing and my occasional cries of pleasure, the only other sound is that of his balls smacking into me. I fucking love that sound.
I can feel my orgasm build, and I know I’m going to come any minute now.
“Fuck, Aaron, I’m going to come,” I cry and feel the walls of my pussy grab and massage his cock.
And then my muscles contract and spasm, and so does my pussy.
“Fuuuucckkk.”
Wave after wave of pleasure rips through me. I close my eyes and see stars. And then I feel Aaron pulse inside of me, and I know he’s coming too.
He sprays his load into me, and I can feel it drip out as fast as it comes in because he’s pouring fucking gallons of cum inside me.
“Fuck,” Aaron growls, and I feel his body shake and quiver more violently than an earthquake.
We’ve both erupted together, and he collapses on top of me when it’s over.
He stays inside of me, and I revel in the feeling of pleasure and power.
When he does pull out of me, I roll onto my back and look at him.
“So,” I say and smile. I let my hand trail down his abdomen and play with his balls for a minute before stroking his dick. I can feel it stir under my fingers. “You had enough, or are you up for seconds?”
I can’t believe my own words.
Has pretending to be Mr. BadBoy been a bad influence on my innocent and good girl character? It would seem so, or Aaron has put something into my drink to turn me into a fucking slut who likes to talk dirty and be punished for her behavior. I laugh. No, this is all me that’s turned into a sex-crazed maniac.
“What do you have in mind?”
My eyes wander over his body.
“I’ve got a few ideas,” I say, licking my lips and batting my eyelashes at him.