His fingers slip beneath my panties and he slides them over my ass. I move my leg so he can remove them and kick them off when they reach my ankles. When he moves to pull my leg back over him, I grab the band of his boxers and tug hard.
“Fuck no. Lose ‘em, baby.”
He laughs quietly. “Go ahead, woman. Take them off.”
I do—with a little too much vigor. Aaron smirks at my enthusiasm. Something I quickly wipe off his face when I wrap my hand around his cock.
“Something funny?” I ask, rubbing a drop of pr**cum around the tip with my thumb.
“Yeah.” He pulls my hand away from him, loops my leg over his waist, and positions himself at my entrance. “How you think you have a semblance of control in this is beyond me.”
“Is that so?” I take his lips with mine.
He puts two fingers between our mouths. “We can finish this two ways, Dayton. You can cooperate and we’ll go nice and slow, or you can push it and we’ll go hard and fast. Understood?”
A smirk curves my lips and I wriggle against him, fighting back the moan that wants to leave me at the sensation. “I’m not feeling very agreeable this morning, Mr. Stone.” I reach down and gently cup his balls with my other hand, slowly dragging my hand to his c**k and along the underside of it.
Aaron snatches my hands away, grabs my hips, and pushes me down onto him in one swift movement that makes me throw my head back. My muscles tighten around him at the sudden intrusion, but it’s more pleasure than pain. It’s more complete and utter fulfillment than it is an invasion.
“You asked for it,” he whispers in my ear, tangling his fingers in my hair. He tugs on it, pulling my head back a little farther. Slowly, he eases himself from me until only the tip of him is inside me.
My chest heaves as I wait. I know what’s coming. I know his hard and his fast and I f**king love them both.
It surprises me despite my expecting it. The angle he enters me from ensures that he’s buried right to the hilt, hitting the end of me, and I don’t fight the cry that leaves me. He sucks lightly on my pulse point as he moves inside me with the ease of a man who’s memorized every inch of my pu**y. He flexes his hips at the right time and hits the right spots, eliciting desperate cries from me.
My fingers dig into his back. “Fuck. Aaron.”
He tilts my hips slightly and gets deeper than I thought possible. “What’s the matter, baby? Can’t take it?”
I half-moan, half-laugh a response. “I can take you. Oh, god.” I close my eyes briefly as my whole body jerks in pleasure.
“What were you saying?” His teeth graze across my neck, and I shiver as he stills inside me to let me speak.
I bring my lips to his ear. “Asking. I was asking.”
“Mhmm?” He flexes inside me, rubbing that tender spot that sends a wave of heat through me. “What for?”
“Harder. Faster. Deeper.” I pull my body against his. “Please.”
He flips me onto my back and lifts my hips. His eyes are an odd mix of electric and smoky blue when they find mine. He says nothing as he leans over me, my hips still in the air, and thrusts into me powerfully.
“Like that?”
“Mmm.”
“Is this how you want me to f**k you?”
“Yes.”
He kisses along my jaw, still moving inside me, never letting up his pace. His breathing is as heavy as mine, but I can feel the tightness in his body as he holds back. As he gives me what I want.
“You want me to f**k you so deep there isn’t a part of my c**k not inside your gorgeous, tight cunt? Is that it, Dayton?” My name rolls off his tongue in a husky tone that makes my body hyperactive. “You want it so all you can feel is the way I move inside you?” He slides one hand between us and presses his thumb to my clit. “So when you come you see stars and take me with you?”
“Yes!” I don’t know what I’m yessing. It could be his words or the orgasm threatening to wrack my body.
“What was that? I didn’t hear it.”
“Fuck!” My whole body goes rigid and I push myself against him. My hips are still as I give myself over to the orgasm washing over me.
He still pounds into me, pushing it to the very edge of pleasure until he finds his own with a deep groan of my name.
I cling to him like a koala, my limbs wrapped completely around him. Both of us are covered in a sheen of sweat, and I can feel his c**k twitching inside me. Aaron takes a deep breath, and I push against him before he can collapse on me.
“What the…”
I grin down at him. “What if I’d told you I wanted it hard from the moment I woke up?”
He narrows his eyes.
“Then who had the control over that, hmm?” I drag his bottom lip between my teeth. “Don’t ever give me the choice, because I’ll choose hard and fast every f**king time.”
Aaron slaps my ass, his hand connecting with my bare skin in a sharp sound that rings out around the room. “You’re a bad girl, Dayton.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I climb from him and he slaps my other butt cheek. “What? Was that one feeling left out or something?” I hit him with a glare, rubbing it.
Fuck. That shit hurts.
His eyes flash dangerously and he pulls me back down on top of him. He slowly rubs my stinging skin, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass and dipping between my legs, making me clench them together.
“Next time you pull this shit, you should remember that I’m not averse to spanking you.”
My lips part at the force of his kiss, and I watch him as he drops me off him and saunters into the adjoining bathroom. Damn, he really does have a nice ass.
“What if I like spanking?” I call after him, feeling like I need some payback for those two slaps.
“Do you?”
“Depends if you’re f**king me from behind or not.”
He appears in the doorway, still naked and still with an erection. “Is there a preference as to where you’d like to be f**ked from behind?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you seriously planning this?”
“Planning to surprise you.”
I sit up and study him. He’s deadly serious. Fine. After another moment of looking into his eyes, I get up and stroll into the bathroom after him. He watches me, never taking his eyes from me.
“Well?”
I turn on the shower and step inside. The tiles are cold against my hands as I flatten them against the wall and stick out my ass. I look over my shoulder at him and give it a wriggle, shooting him a wink when his eyes take on that dark, smoldering heat.