Symphony Of Control

Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

Aria’s POV

“God, you're beautiful,” he murmured, bending his head to kiss my n****e.

I moaned as my hands tangled in his hair— he sucked, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation.

He moved to my other breast, teasing and sucking until I became a trembling mess in his arms.

Then, he stepped back, his eyes r****g me already.

“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice low and deep.

I hesitated for a moment, then obeyed. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer— I felt his hard length against my ass, sending a rush of anticipation through me.

“You feel so good,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin.

He reached around— his fingers found my c**t and he began to rub slowly then harder. I moaned, my body pressing against his.

“You want this?” He asked breathing onto my neck and I nodded.

His mouth attacked my neck, “Say it.”

“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse.

“I want you… f**k me right here— right now.”

He gave a low throaty chuckle. “You'll get me, baby. You'll get me real good.”

He continued teasing me, his fingers working this magic until I was on the edge of orgasms. Then, he stopped.

“This is the third time—” I breathed

“Not yet,” he growled. “You're only allowed to come when I'm inside you.”

He turned me around, his eyes burning into mine. He reached out for his shirt and took it off with trembling fingers. His hard c**k sprang free from their cage.

I gasped, my eyes glued to his erection. Thick and veiny as always, throbbing with anticipation— he took my hand and guided it to his c**k.

“Touch it,” he commanded. “Feel how hard I am for you.”

I wrapped my fingers around his c**k, stroking him slowly. He groaned, his head falling back. “God Aria,” he moaned. “You're killing me.”

I smiled as I went under water, plugged my mouth to his c**k and started sucking hard.

“Oh— yes— Aria,” he breathed.

He gripped my hair, guiding me until he was ball deep inside my throat. I gagged, spit dripping as I sucked harder.

“Open wider, swallow that cock.”

He finally let me up to catch my breath but I went back in less than a few seconds.

“Good girl,” he growled

I continued pleasuring him until he pulled me up, making me on the tub edge.

“No condom,” he said. “Is that ok?”

“Just f**k me.”

"Ready?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

I nodded, heart pounding in my chest. He lifted me and I carefully wrapped my legs around his waist.

He positioned himself at my entrance, playfully greasing his c**k against my wetness before sliding in.

“Wrap your legs tighter,” he growled.

I obeyed, squeezing him tightly as he pushed forward— he did it slowly three times then at the fourth stroke, he added more force.

“Ken…” I gasped as he filled me completely.

“f**k,” he groaned, his head falling back.

“You feel so goddamn good.”

He began to thrust harder, I moaned crazily— my body arching against him. The water swirled around us, the sound mixed with our ragged breaths.

His c**k kept hitting me so deep that I nearly collapsed from the feeling.

“Harder—yes—f**k me deeper!” I cried.

He flipped me over— I rested my upper body on the tiled floor with my lower body still in the tub. He took me from behind, pounding me harder— his right hand grabbed my breast, squeezing mercilessly.

“You want this c**k?”

“Yes! Please!”

He pulled me up by my hair until our faces were close. With his big hand grabbing my neck, he kissed me deep, then spat in my mouth.

I swallowed.

He continued his hard thrusts until I felt my lower abdomen tighten.

"I'm going to c*m," he gasped, his body tensing.

"Me too," I moaned, my body convulsing.

He gave one last thrust and exploded inside me, his body shaking with release. I came all over, my orgasm ripping through like a tidal wave.

We collapsed against each other, gasping for air. The water cooled around is—

After a few minutes, he pulled out of me then pulled me close for a deep kiss.

“That,” he smiled, his voice still rough. “It was incredible.”

I muzzled into his neck. “I know right.”

We stayed in the tub for a while until he nudged me to go to bed. He lifted me in his arms, brought me to my bathroom, cleaned me dry then carried me again to my bed.

“Goodnight.”

He smiled and turned to leave but I suddenly grabbed his wrist.

I've been feeling conflicted about the kind of relationship we have going on between us— I know it started off as just s*x but to me, I was already growing fond of him.

He looked at me with a questioning gaze.

“About tomorrow…”

“I don't know wh

at my parents are planning— but if it's just you and me…” I paused.

He raised a brow.

“Then I want to know what we are.”