Page 139 of That Rush

I moan his name.

“That’s it.” He grips my hip and drives deeper. “Let me hear you.”

I push back into every thrust, meeting him as hard as he gives it to me.

Aiden curses.

“Look at you.” Another hard stroke fills me. “The woman who made me sit on my hands is pushing back for more.”

“Because you’re still talking.”

His hand closes around the back of my neck.

“Careful.”

“Or what?”

He pulls out.

The sudden emptiness makes me gasp.

Aiden’s fingers replace his cock, sliding through the mess between my thighs before circling my clit.

“Or I make you ask for it.”

I grind against his hand. “Put your cock back inside me.”

“That wasn’t asking.”

“Please fuck me.”

His cock drives into me before the final word leaves my mouth.

I cry out against the chair.

“That’s better.”

He fucks me hard, one hand gripping my hip while the other works my clit. Pleasure builds through the soreness, the sting across my ass, and every rough stroke of his bare cock.

“I’m going to come.”

Aiden leans over me, his chest pressing against my back. “Give it to me.”

His fingers circle faster.

The pressure snaps. My pussy clamps around his cock, and I cry out as the orgasm tears through me.

Aiden keeps driving into me while my body pulses around him.

“Fuck, Paige.” His rhythm breaks. “You’re squeezing me so hard.”

“Come inside me again.”

He buries himself deep.

His cock jerks inside me as he comes, a rough groan tearing from his throat. He holds my hips against him through every pulse, keeping me full until neither of us can stand without the chair beneath us.

Aiden eventually eases out of me.