Reminder: Consent is very important and should not be taken advantage of. Now enjoy :)
❝ She's just like candy, she's so sweet. ❞
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"Y/n, that is no way you should be talking to your authority." He almost yells out.
You pout your lips out, stepping closer to him. "Well it's true, isn't it?" Almost chest to chest. His arms crossed, as he looks down at you.
Now chest to chest, you look down at his hard bulge that was awfully close to your thigh. You rake your fingers up and down his thigh, biting down on your lip.
Forcefully stepping closer to you, he grabs your petite waist and throws you into his bed, hovering over you. Your eyes were full of lust. You wanted nothing more than him inside of you.
"You want me inside of you, yeah?" He asks, looking down at your lips. You let out a small smirk, nodding.
His fingers trail down your body, "Use your words."
"Yes." You whimper out, feeling his fingers in your panties. Parting your lips into an 'o' shape, you feel his fingers on your clit, slowly rubbing it.
"God, Aaron why can't you just get on with it!" You say, throwing your head back against the pillow. His face comes in contact with yours, his lips smashing onto yours. His tongue slips into your mouth.
His lips trail down your neck, leaving wet kisses. Pulling your pajamas and panties down, and then lifting your shirt, he yanks you by your thighs, bringing you closer to him.
You feel him slip 2 fingers into you as you let out a stifled moan. He thrusts his fingers deep, and hard, as you try to grind your hips against them.
"You needy slut. Is this what you wanted? My fingers in you?" He asked, his voice full of anger and lust.
"Or were you already wet by the sound of me jerking off? I was jerking off to you, you know. I was thinking about your tits bouncing in my face as I thrust my dick into your tight pussy."
You let out a sinful moan, feeling your orgasm approaching. He slips in another finger as you clench around him.
Right before releasing, he takes his fingers out, leaving you there. Desperate, sweaty and horny.
"What was that for?" You ask, propping yourself up on your elbows. He smirks at you as he pulls down his boxers. Pulling you by your thighs to the end of the mattress, you feel his tip teasing your entrance.
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love or lust? | a. hotchner
أدب الهواةalways getting on your boss' nerves, you never knew so much bottled up anger can lead to a night of pleasure.