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The bed squeaked and creaked under the shifting weight. Skin shook with every thrust his hips mustered, your breast flattened against the so ever inviting mattress, rear up high held by his greedy hands. Hair sprawled around you and on your flushed face.
The Fox barely gave you a moment to catch your breath as he kept rutting inside you. One of his hands imprinted itself on your rear, leaving a red silhouette of his hand as the other one held you firmly, yours however tried to cling for dear life at the bedsheets that crumpled under your steely grip.
Aiden growled when your spine arched, making his cock to align perfectly over that spot that made you mewl in suffocating need. The obscene sucking and sloshing noises that came from the penetration itself only added to his own arousal.
It was almost ironic how moments before you were lecturing him about his own safety again, after watching him pull out a risky move on the cops in the news and accusing him of not being careful enough. And now, you were completely bare, sweaty, mewling, taking his anger out like a champ.
You croaked and held shakily on his forearm. All he needed was to give you a little push further since you were already on the brink of having your own climax.
But of course, he was an asshole about it. He denied you what your body craved at the very last second. You whined both in protest and annoyance. It was his own trademark way to make you know he was angry. His hand slapped on your skin again, leaving another flushed impression on your right butt cheek this time.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
His voice made your ears tingle, but your throat rumbled in frustration because that would only mean he’ll drive you to the edge, only to be denied again and again. Your inner brat always wondered what would happen if you came without his permission.
The promise of danger sent a shiver down your arched spine. One of his hands made the way through your hair and groped a fistful of it upwards, earning himself a shameless moan. He smirked darkly.
As if being a ragdoll, he picked you up by the hair, carefully, from your current position and brought your sweaty body against his, your back colliding with his chest. He was naked, his torso glistened by the thin layer of sweat the physical exertion caused. Au contraire o f him, you looked messy, almost done but not quite yet. One arm secured around you as his free limb guided your mouth towards his. He was as vicious with his lips.
His fingers snaked around your throat to hold you as his tongue invaded your mouth. You didn’t even fight, knowing the outcome of such a power struggle. Him biting on your lower lip always did the trick to keep going for more.
His hand around your neck never faltered, only increased its grip, his holding arm slid down between your thighs, his nimble fingers cupped and prodded at your sex, but your whine was suffocated by his mouth.
The strawberry taste still lingered on him, sometimes you didn’t know if he did it on purpose, or he just really liked the strawberry shortcake flavor. With a satisfied and wet pop from your lips he released you and turned your body to face him.
His face inched backwards as you tried to kiss him again.
“Uh uh.” You frowned. More annoyed than frustrated.
“Stop playing!.” You whined while trying to untangle yourself from him. Your temper sometimes matches his short fused one.
“Bold of you to demand anything” he grabbed a handful of your butt and squeezed as his eyes never left your pouting face.
“I’m sorry, ok?” your meek attempt to apologize didn’t move or urged him in the slightest
“If you would’ve listened to me, you wouldn’t be a whiny little slut begging for my cock. You need to learn to keep that mouth shut.”
He growled the last part in your ear. His chest rumbling, and your brain went on an automatic reset upon hearing him. The Fox of course was using every single kink you had shown him so far, against you. His deep voice made your sex to twitch in need.
Fucker.
He pushed you down and took in the sight of your worked body with hardened eyes. His green stare was almost glowing by the increasing arousal. Your legs were spread wider for him to admire his work. You were soaked. Two of his fingers hovered on your sex, sliding up and down your folds.
Your toes curled in while you supported your upper body on your elbows.
“Fuck.” you breathed while your hips trembled
“Yes, that’s what we are doing.”
“You’re…” you bit your lip at him prodding his fingers inside
“Hm? Can’t hear you.” His fingers slid out and he took them to his mouth, reminiscing on your taste. Your cheeks went a bright red at the sudden action, his eyes were full of lust, and yours full of embarrassment. Mostly of the time it was a quickie, but whenever he had the time to actually enjoy it, he came up with something new.
The hotel room was cheap, but clean enough for the both to scratch the itch after a brief fight. For some reason, it felt like make up sex, but it was far from being that. Tonight, it was a punishment. You had suggested the roleplay idea into your already fucked up sex life
Big hands roamed on your thighs, kneading them. His fingers pumped inside a couple of times before his head dipped in between your thighs, kissing at every bit of skin he could reach and cover, his limbs roamed your chest and squeezed your breast softly, to then toy and pinch almost affectionately at your nipples. And then you jolted in surprise.
His wet tongue lapped up at your sex, by instinct your legs poised on his head as ear mufflers, the tip of his tongue dribbled in different motions along your entrance. Your breath hitched on the flickering feeling on your clit.
You mewled and pressed your hips against his mouth, rocking at a steady pace, relieved at the sensation of pleasure. Your hands locked on his hair softly, caressing it and encouraging him to keep it up, it all gave you a fake sense of control
His only response was to hum in contempt and spread your legs as apart as they could manage, to leave no empty space without devouring. The faint noise his mouth provoked on your soaked flesh made your body warm up and pool at his mouth.
Your breath was caught in your throat as he focused solely on the small nub of nerves. The grip on his hair tightened, and he increased his speed. He suckled, lapped and kissed but abruptly stopped before you came crashing down on your high.
“Aiden!” You whined frustrated in between pants. He licked his lips with a sly smile. Your folds trembled in expectation as if awaiting for him to continue.
Just when you were about to speak up again, he sheathed his eager cock inside your scorching heat in one go. A strange noise coming out of your throat.
“Please” you hissed and looked at his eyes, pleading.
“Please what?” his eyes focused on the way your entrance engulfed him so tightly and willingly
“Just stop playing and fuck me already!” You nearly wailed at how frustrated you were, your voice needy and aching, and still he kept denying you.
Your angry eyes stared at him, defying him on his own game, stupid as it was, you refused to be his play thing.
His hips rolled once in a slow rhythm. Your ankles hooked on his waist and pulled him towards you. But it only made him frown, his hands cupped your face, rubbing your supple skin to then give you a firm slap.
“Behave.”
“Or what?” You smirked
His eyes narrowed at you, and for once, you knew you had overstepped the bratty attitude. Aiden disliked being disobeyed, but The Fox, you had just plainly disrespected him. His hand went to your neck almost immediately, he was familiar with the smoothness of your skin.
“You’ll see.” His hand squeezed softly, igniting his hips to give you a firm thrust, you gasped and then he covered your mouth.
“I better not hear anything coming out from you. Understood?”
You nodded, a new challenge ahead. His hips connected on you, going in as deep as he could. Bottoming into you.
He felt you sucking in air, and clenching around him. Your hands resumed the steely grip you had on them before. His left hand held your hips in place, adjusting with every thrust the right angle. He was trying to purposely get anything out of you so he could ruin you
But your resolve was stronger. Despite the raw lust consuming you, your eyes locked with his. He smirked and pressed tighter on your mouth, his roughness increased, and so did your wetness. It was easy for him to slide in and out, balls deep as he kept you quiet.
“Look at you, such a good little slut. Being fucking quiet when I ask her to.” You could only watch his lips moving, but unable to actually understand as your heartbeat pounded in your ears, almost matching the merciless thrust of his hips.
Air started to run short in your lungs, and the more he rammed his hips, the stronger the urge to either breath or scream became. Dizziness slowly creeping up to your body, it was turning too intense, way too rough and too good for you. The only sounds you could hear was him enjoying it through ragged pants and groans and the slapping of your skin by the constant friction.
He looked so debauched, wearing a foxy smirk while he punished y ou.
Almost there.
Your toes curled in, your cunt received the so needed punishment. But air, you needed it. Your hands meekly reached for him, trying to pry his hand away from your mouth. He was way too deep in character to break out. The bed now rutted with him, and in return you suddenly spasmed, almost violently at the overwhelming orgasm.
A tiny little whimper came out your throat as your eyes rolled back and your spine arched in delight, he kept riding you through your overstimulated climax reaching eventually his own, the corner of your eyes turned blurry, then black. Everything was black, but the air no longer lacked into your lungs. Your arms, defeated at each side of you, unmoving, just like you. There was a soft ringing in your ear that dissipated when you could finally inhale properly.
When you opened your eyes you saw Aiden, frowning. This frown however wasn’t threatening, it was a mix of genuine concern and curiosity.
“You good?” The illusion shattered and you took small inhales of air to not overwhelm your lungs and feel dizzy once more. You just groaned in response with a faint smile.
“Just for the record, we’re not doing this again.”
You grunted and managed to huff a weak and airy laugh.
“Did I pass out?” your voice rasped and harsh.
“Pretty much, yeah.” He unsheathed himself to then grab the nearest rag and clean himself.
“Too much?”
“Not really, I enjoyed it.”
“But?”
“Don’t want to accidentally kill you while we’re at it.”
You half whimpered and laughed as you tried to scoot closer to him, he cleaned you up and then draped the sheets over you.
“It felt… both terrifying and amazing.”
“I’m more inclined to make you feel the latter.” You giggled as your head rested on his chest. His lips connected with yours briefly as his arm secured around your waist, locking you in place.
“I know. I think I know why it is called La Petite Mort no w.”
“What 's that?”
“Little death in french. An euphemism for the orgasm.”
“Makes sense.” He snugged his right arm behind his head, taking his time to ride out his high.
“You have a filthy mouth”
“Not proud of it, but it does its job”
“Are you kidding? It was hot.”
“You’re into some really hardcore kinky shit.” It didn’t sound like a shaming comment, more like a confirming statement. “Probably get you killed one day.”
“Hey, just wanted to give The Fox a gentle push into his darkest desires and fantasies. Besides, think about it, it’s a good way to die. While you are coming, I’m going.” He couldn’t help but give a soft and brief laugh at that.
“Still, I’m not wearing a latex suit and play dungeons with you.”
“Funny that most guys want a kinky girl, until they get one. They looked great on you by the way.”
“I’m not complaining. Just be careful.”
You both chuckled and kissed once more.
"I love it when you agree to do this sort of things with me. Guess it makes you as kinky as me." You mumbled while accommodating yourself better on his chest, he then caressed your slapped cheek while you hooked your thigh on his.
"At this point, I won’t even ask what else gets you off. Rather find out on my own.”
“You sound disturbed” Your hands traced idle patterns on his skin and his fingers did the same on your shoulder.
“Kinda. But not really. It’s rare to find girls that love to be choked enough to pass out while I’m fucking the daylights out of them.” You laughed as you hugged his torso.
“Ah, c'mon I’m pretty sure there’s been wilder things than this. For how long I K.O.’d?”
“A minute or two.”
“Wanna make it five?”
His eyes stared at you, unamused.
“No.”
“Grown too attached?”
“Maybe.” He smirked, pulled you closer and closed his eyes, feeling tiredness defeating him slowly.
“Ah, maybe. I suppose you like me?”
“Stupid question. But yeah.”
“There are no stupid questions. Just wrong answers.”
“You like me?” He teased and you kissed his chest.
“Obviously. Aiden?”
“Hm?”
“You look so hot when you fuck me.” You snickered tiredly.
“I know, let's sleep.” He mumbled.
There was a small, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. Your own breathings eventually sent you both to sleep.