𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

Chapter |37| Paris III

K I A R A ' S P.O.V

The meal has finished perfectly, with a chocolate creme brûlée as the last course, and a slow walk back to the hotel. I was stuffed, tired and my legs were sore but nothing could amount to my aching pussy, which was throbbing with need and desire.

I needed him tonight, I needed him inside me.

Months of built up sexual torture had led to this very moment, the moment where I finally get Aaron Black to fuck me...again.

The minute the door slid open, I yanked him inside, pushing him against the wall and ripping his suit jacket off. I didn't give him time to react, before I grabbed his face and yanked him down to meet mine.

Our lips smashed together in a passionate collision, my pussy clenching with the way his hands grabbed my ass, his fingers digging into it. I slowly untied his tie, letting the silky material slid onto the floor.

In one swift move, I ripped open his shirt. The buttons flying everywhere, one hitting the metal table with a clang, causing him to chuckle against my mouth.

"Woah, Princess slow down." I ignored him. He was stalling, like he always did whenever we got this close, but I was fed up of it. I needed him tonight.

He pulled back, and I whined, grabbing his face for more. Pinning my hands behind my back, he slowly walked me into the bedroom, slamming the door shut with his left foot.

His rough hands ran up my body, and cupped my cheeks. Leaning forward forward he pressed a butterfly kiss to my cheek, and then one to the other. I closed my eyes, a soft sigh exhaling out of my mouth, before they fluttered open again.

"Do you want me?" Fuck, was that even a question? I was literally dripping with arousal, and I placed his hand under my dress to proof it.

"Does that answer your question?" I moaned when he cupped me, allowing me to feel every indent on his finger through the wet lace fabric covering my sex.

"You're so wet," His voice sounded deeper, filled with a lustful certainty. "Are you always this wet? Or is it just for me?"

As shameful as it was too admit, no-one got me wetter than Aaron.

"You, just you. Always you." My eyes rolled to the back of my head, as he bit down on my earlobe. His hot breath was all I could think about, ignoring how I would have collapsed if it wasn't for his arm around my waist.

"Good girl. Now, what do you want me to do to you?" It took me a good minute to regain the ability to speak.

"Everything, but I need you to fuck me." He tugged, pulling away slightly much to my dismay.

"I'm not going to fuck you, you're not some common slut I picked up on the streets. You're my Princess, and I'm going to treat you right." His hands lifted me up, settling me on his waist as his hand gripped my ass for leverage.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I moaned as open mouthed kisses were planted down my neck. He carried me to the bed, and gently laid me down on it.

Hooking his fingers under the straps, he slowly tugged my dress down, and I blushed under his predatory gaze. Stepping back, he admired his handy work. My body lay splayed on the bed, in nothing but heels and a black thong.