Page 155 of Pretender

She’s lost. I’m giving her this pleasure, and it’s taking all my strength to hold back. She has no idea the power she has over me. She could make me come in a minute if she put her mind to it. The walls of her pussy clench around my cock and I bite my lip, but a groan wants out and I let my jaw go slack, allowing it to escape and she answers with another moan.

“Fuck,” I gasp as I roll and grind. “Your sounds.”

“Aiden, keep going, just there, a little harder,” she says, her voice breathy, and she clenches around me again. I do as she says, thrusting and rolling, faster, hitting where she reacts.

She cries out and I go harder, her tits bounce and her mouth opens in a loud, long moan as she comes on my cock, her legs clamping down around my back just as it hits me too. The heat radiates through my lower back, down my legs and up my cock. It explodes inside her, and the pleasure rushes down my arms, through my chest, and into my head.

I’m done for.

I collapse on top of her and she lets out a huff.

“Too heavy,” she squeaks and laughs, and I roll to the side, holding on to the condom.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I pant.

“You fuck amazingly,” she answers, and I laugh.

“We’re a good match. It’s never been this good,” I say, turning my head to her.

“It really hasn’t.” She smiles at me and kisses my sweaty forehead.

“I’ll clean up, but I could really do with some food,” I say.

“Me too. What day is it? When did we eat last?”

“I don’t know.” I laugh, entering the ensuite and closing the door behind me.

“Is there protein in semen? If so, I ate a few hours ago.” Linnea chuckles to herself from the other side.

I catch my reflection in the mirror, a huge grin on my face. Hair sticking out in all directions. Red cheeks.

Happy.

This is what happy looks like.

LINNEA

We head downstairs in underwear and a t-shirt each. I’m intentionally walking behind him down the stairs.

“Your arse is spectacular, do you know that?” I say when we reach the last steps.

“Of course,” he says, giving it a shake as he walks down the hallway, and I laugh. “I wasn’t an underwear model for nothing.”

“You weren’t.”

“Sure was. From eighteen to nineteen.”

“I need to buy that whole portfolio and plaster it on my walls. It’ll be the new statement wall in my bedroom.”

“You can have the live version anytime.”

“Yeah? You want to come live here?”

Aiden stops by the kitchen and turns to me with wide eyes.

“Oh, that’s not what you meant,” I say.

“It wasn’t, but when you say that, there’s nothing I’d rather do than live here with you. This place has felt like home since the first time I stepped into it.”