It hurts. It hurts like hell. It’s even worse than when he took my virginity.
I’m about to change my mind, to tell him to stop, but then he starts moving. Both in my pussy and in my arse. His fingers meet his cock through the thin wall, and his thumb grazes over my clit.
“Oh… Aaaah...”
“You like that, huh?” Aiden’s deep voice turns me on even more.
I move my arse against his thigh, needing more.
He reaches over and pinches my nipple. I cry out at the torturous sensation.
“Answer me,” he orders.
“I…” I gasp. “I do.”
“You do, huh?”
“Y-yes…”
“Do you like my cock better in your pussy or in your arse.”
“I… don’t know.”
“Hmm. I love your arse as much as your pussy.” He picks up his pace. “I never thought that would be possible.”
“Aiden…”
“You’re so fucking tight in here, sweetheart. I can barely move. Do you feel how much you’re strangling my dick?”
Aiden’s dirty talk must be contagious because all I can say is, “Yes.”
He pumps inside me in a long torturous rhythm that wrenches pleasure out of me. “Do you like it?”
“I-I do.”
“Then come for me.” His authoritative tone hits me in the core.
A whirlwind of pleasure sweeps me over like a hurricane. My nerves are so stimulated I come twice, at the same time. Or maybe it’s one long orgasm that bleeds into the next.
I don’t even get to control it. It takes me over like a possession, like an otherworldly power.
I arch my back, chanting Aiden’s name like a prayer. He might as well be touching my soul instead of my body right now.
“Tell me you love me,” he grunts near my ear as his thrusts turn animalistic.
“I love you,” I pant.
He follows me over the cliff with a ravenous growl. “Mine. You’re all mine.”
I am.
It’s useless to deny it anymore.
If we never find a way out of here I’ll die happy knowing I’m with the person I love the most.
The boy I loved since I was seven.
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