《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
An account of imaginary or real people and events told for entertainment, like my story of love.
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Leaning forwards he placed his hands above my head - against the wall - looking down at me. I could feel his smirk and close lock onto me, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. He lowered down to me - feeling his erection move against me, pressing against it - he licked the side of my exposed earlobe.
My body shivered, pulling my head away from his touch.
"Aideen?" he spoke softly.
My eyes shot to him, he looked down. Sad? Or maybe even worried? His dark brown eyes gave him a doe effect as if he felt bad for doing something? "Ti sto facendo del male? Mi fermo? " (Am I hurting you? Do me stop?) He spoke in pity.
With less than 10 words, he had shattered my heart. This moment was the first for any man, to ask me if I am okay. I like it rough - don't get me wrong - getting fuck against the wall without a moment of rest, but this man - a man I can't fall for - got my heart beating.
Grabbing his cheeks, I pulled him down to my lips as they met. Kissing each other softly turned into a fight for dominance. Grinding against me, feeling him rubbing harder; I moaned gripping his hair feeling as if my core will explode.
Sitting up, he started to remove his button-down shirt, looking my body up and down as I watched him undress. Removing his shirt, his arms and torso were inked in black. His toned body - which wasn't jacked as a powerlifter - was a bodybuilder with a soft touch.
Done in such fine detail, across on his sternum as angle wings were tattooed on his pecks, maybe a contribution to the Italian Catholic Church as we were raised up in. He had many other tattoos, of skulls, geometric maze tattoos, money, guns, nuns, Greek statues, roses and butterflies.
His body was filled with them, not like the bunch of small different tattoos some people have. But on his left arm - a Greek warrior and a Lion with skulls and roses were all tied together into a sleeve. He had a Japanese dragon wrapping to his collar bone on his right arm, filled with roses and cherry blossoms. Wonder what that means?
Crawling backwards off the bed, throwing his white shirt to the side, he started to unbuckle his belt as I sat up. "Let me help you" I spoke in utter need to be fucked. He smirked and let go as I helped him. Removing his belt, undoing his button and zip - his pants weren't even off yet and his erection was bulging out, being held back by the thin material of his underwear.
Keeping eye contact, I ripped down his pants as he stepped out of them. Looking at his bulge in front of me, my pussy clenched imaging him fucking me. "Aideen" I looked up at him as he had one eyebrow raised, with a smirk. "What? I am enjoying the view,"
Gripping the band of his underwear, I pulled them down to have his dick bounce. "How hard are you?" I asked. "I could be harder" my insides twisted as my pussy throbbed from such a bold statement. Spitting on him, I moved my hand up and down his shaft.
Kissing the tip, flicked my tongue underneath the head to then hear a deep groan from him. "I haven't even done anything and you're moaning already?" I smiled to see his red flustered face "Don't do that! - Do what?" I snapped back.
Lifting up his dick, the tip of my tongue moved up underneath. From his balls, stopping right under his head; to then flick against a nerve beneath his head. His dick trembled to hear deep breathing escape his lips, "Stop that!"
As I was about to do it again, my hair was wrapped around his fist and forced his dick down my throat - I have never been so dominated in my life!
Sucking on him bobbing my head up and down, I used one hand to twist his shaft as the other to please myself. With every thrust, I could feel it getting deeper or was it just growing? Sucking on him as he went down to then play with his head as it come out, his groaning made my hand move faster against my clit.
Never I would have imagined a man's moans would turn me on so quickly. My pelvis pressed harder against my hand as I moved it faster against my clit. My hair was held by Harrison's inked hand, as he guided me down his dick. My tongue playing with him, to feel all the pleasure of my pussy throb and tingle by my touch; I was about to come.
My hand picked up speed as my stomach sucked in, trying to hold it back. Letting go of my hair, pulling himself out of my throat, my hand was removed from my pussy. My body arched forwards as my swollen clit was on the breach of coming, I was forced to look up at Harrison with his grip on my cheeks.
"Naughty girls who don't listen, don't deserve to come"
Leaning down to my lips, his hands trailed down to my clit, using his thumb to gently brush against it. "Ah! Harrison" I gripped his arms pushing him away as my body jolted from the tension in my pussy. "What? You were so desperate to cum -" I light chuckle escape his lips as he gripped my face by my cheeks, forcing me to look up at him " - We can keep playing this no cum game. Just know, that you will never cum again. You will lose"
Why would he say that? Was he going to come when I gave him head? An evil smile grew on my face as I stood up off the foot of the bed, our naked bodies inches away from each other. "You will never win this game, Harrison. As I am a God compared to you"
"Oh really?" He raised his brow "I like to hear a God scream my name. A God that scratches her nails down my Greek scalped back as I hear her scream for a mortal, to allow her to cum"
