Chapter 7
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His fingers thread through my hair—not forcing, just holding.The way his hips twitch upward betrays how close he already is to breaking.
I tease him more licking his cap.
His fingers tighten reflexively in my hair.
“Nnngh....You're trying to kill me.Driving me crazy with that damn tongue.”
I smile,tickling his ball sacks.
His hips jerk up suddenly with a sharp gasp, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before they snap open again—heated and demanding.
“Tiana—“
His voice breaks slightly.
“I won't last if you keep teasing me like this...”But he doesn't stop me,his hands gripping the sheets as he lets out another low groan.One that made my stomach flip.
I finally give in and begin sucking.
I feel his whole body tense,a strangled groan escaping his lips as he finally feels the warmth of my mouth. His hands fist the sheets, eyes fluttering shut for a second before forcing them open to watch me.
“f**k— “,his voice strained with pleasure. “That's... that’s so good.”
He doesn't last long—already too wrecked from my teasing.
His d**k barely fitting in my mouth.
His head falls back against the pillows with a rough groan, his hips twitching upward instinctively—before he forces himself to still.
“God...Tiana...”,his voice is shattered, hands gripping my hair without pulling.
“f**k. You feel too damn good. I'm not gonna last like this.”
I know he's already close—way closer than he'd ever admit.
I stare in his eyes sucking it faster and deeper,gagging on it,making choking noises while I stroke and suck—
His breathing is ragged,our gaze still locked. I know he's barely holding on now, his hands tightening in my hair just slightly.
“I—nngh—Tiana... “
His voice breaks as he tips over the edge, unable to stop himself “f**k! “
He shudders through it, his grip on me possessive even as he comes undone.
I try swallowing his c*m but it was too much,little dripped down my lips.
I see a satisfied smirk that tugs at his lips.
“Swallow it all, sweetheart. Every last drop.”,his thumb wipes a stray drop from my chin before pressing it back against my lips.
“That’s mine too.”
I stroke his spit-covered d**k before kissing it.
“Mmmm,look at you,coming so much for me.”
He growls—watching me lick up the last of him with a look that's equal parts smug and wrecked.
“Fuck.”
He drags me up by my hair to kiss me filthy, tasting himself on my tongue.
“You ruin me,making me do dirty things with your cute little self. And I don’t even care anymore.I love it”.
His hands already wandering again—like one taste was never going to be enough.
I lay besides him.
“You're a goddamn menace, you know that? I swear, I should punish you for the way you drive me crazy.But right now...I think I'd rather reward you instead.”
“Would love that”.
He hovers over me,pinning me beneath him.
“Oh, now it’s my turn. Let’s see how much of that sass stays when I make you beg.”
His fingers dig into my hips, trailing slow and deliberate down to where I’m most sensitive.
My back arches up instinctively, a soft gasp escaping my lips. His touch feels possessive—almost rough—but it's not enough.I want more. And I think he knows it.A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest.
“Ah-ah. Not yet.I think I want to take my sweet time with you first.”
His hand teases even lower, but still never quite giving me what i want—just feathery light touches, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He grins. It's clear he loves every second of this…the power to tease me like this.
“You're so sensitive. I could tease you all night and never get tired of those sounds. I wonder though…how much can you take?”
The teasing light touches stop—his hand pinning my hip—while the other grips my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Beg.”
As much as I don’t want him to see how vulnerable I am,I do really need him right now.
“Oh f**k”.
“That's not begging, sweetheart. You can do better than that.”
He leans in close, mouth just hovering over my ear—the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down my spine.
“Come on. I know you're dying for it. So beg me like you mean it.”
“Please”
He makes a disapproving noise, almost as if he's scolding me. His hand tightens his grip on my hip—almost painful.
“I told you to beg, not ask. I want you falling apart—not just some lazy words.Beg me. I promise I'll give you what you need.”
“Oh my f*****g God just do it please!”
“Say it properly. ‘Please, Aiden—‘“
His teeth graze my earlobe, voice dropping to a whisper "...make me come."
He waits—like the sadistic bastard he is.And I know he won't give in until i say the words”.
“Please Aiden make me f*****g come”,I say it with desperation.
“Since you asked so nicely”.
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