Page 21 of Tied and Tangled

It was fucking torture, but I felt her stretch around me, mold to my dick, and I wanted to pour my release into her. In the back of my mind, I knew I wasn’t gloved up. I was inside her bare.Raw.

But I didn’t care.

In that moment, all that existed was her. With me. Tangled up in the sweetest of ways.

We lost ourselves in the other’s body, and when she begged me to go harder, faster, I was the one doing her bidding. Picking up speed, I knew there was no way I would last. The base of my spine tingled, and my balls were drawn up and full of cum, ready to shoot off. I rolled my hips, making sure to press the base of my dick against her clit with every stroke.

“Oh!” she squeaked. The tips of her fingers covered mine above her head, and my mouth hovered over her.

“Like that?” I asked

“Yes! God, yes!”

“Not god. Aiden. Or sir,“ I grunted and watched her eyes flare up. Her other leg came in play, wrapping around my waist. The heels of her feet above my ass.

“Please, sir,” she begged with a tilt of her lips. I groaned. Stealing a passionate wet kiss, I fucked her. harder.Too hard, a voice in the back of my head reminded me, but I couldn’t get myself to stop. I pulled away to watch her take me. Her face was set in pleasure, and I knew she was getting closer with the way her pussy pulled at me.

“Don’t stop! Never stop! Please, I like…” Her eyes widened and rolled back just as her tiny little pussy squeezed. Milked me. Hard. Almost painfully. And I let go.

My erratic thrusts had her tits jiggling, but fuck, I couldn’t stop, not until I was completely seated inside her, balls tucked against her ass as my seed ripped through me and into her pretty pussy.

I panted as I pulled back and looked at our connection. My dick slid out, and I watched with rapture as I dripped out of her. Messy. Tinge of pink. The last traces of her cherry laced in my cum, and something came over me.

Not anxiety or stress about what I had just done but fucking pride. Pride swelled in my chest, and I rolled us over, still tied at our wrists, until her body was on mine and she rested against my chest.Mine,a voice cautiously whispered. A voice I knew there would be no ignoring.

Plans could change. I saw that now. I’d always planned everything to the most minute detail. But there was no way I could have planned on meeting the angel in my arms.

Mine,that voice whispered a little louder, and I let it settle in my chest. The word buried its way into my heart, right next to where she lay.

I just had to come up with a new plan.

A way to talk her into falling in love with me. Her head lifted, and our eyes connected. Her stare was warm and sweet. Satisfied. And there went that male pride flaring up to life.

“Are you sore?” I asked, worried I’d been too rough. But she simply shook her head, making her hair sway back and forth against my chest.

“No. That was…” She swallowed, and I watched emotion hit her gaze. Emption she shook away. I frowned. I wanted to see it all. It was one of the things I loved about Aria. The way she showed exactly how she felt. Loved. The word replayed in my head, and I knew that’s what it was.

I had never fallen in love because it hadn’t been with her. Aria. Aria was mine. Buried deep, under my skin and in my heart. My other half.

“What was it, baby?”

“The best first time ever. Thank you,” she whispered softly, and I leaned forward to kiss her.

I’d meant for it to be soft. Sweet. But somehow, her tongue touched mine, and I got lost in the moment. I’d given her a great first time. And I’d spend the rest of the night giving her the best second and third and fourth.

Make her just as addicted to me as I was to her.

7

ARIA

“What about this one?” he asked. I turned around. The smile that I’d woken up with was still plastered on my face. A gold snowflake hung between his fingers. It was delicate and glittery.

“Interesting choice,” I noted. “I like it.”

“Mmm.” He winked as he moved closer to me, pulling me by the waist the moment he was within reach. I went easily.

His head dipped down, and our lips touched. I didn’t care that we were in a busy, crowded store and that people were probably wondering or judging us for being affectionate. Not to mention the fact I probably looked like a mess. I was dressed in one of his dress shirts, a light pale blue one, that I had styled with my shredded-up, super faded blue jeans. I was causal to his formal. In another suit, the man looked like he had been born to wear one.