The Girl He Craves

The Girl He Craves By Demiah13 Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Sophie’s pov

The possessiveness in his tone had me shuddering with pleasure.

It should have irked me. But it didn’t.

My body knew it belonged to him, even before we agreed to try this out.

And at the back of my mind I knew so too. I knew I be- longed to him but I was stubborn to move on and pretend like he doesn’t exist.

But sometimes life does this funny thing where you think everything is falling apart but it doesn’t.

You see…when Aiden found out about Ashton before I could tell him myself, the first thing that came to my mind. right away was that I would lose my son.

Aiden was powerful, wealthy and had more connections. I had nothing.

And we were not on good terms too. So that also added to my anxiety.

But then things fell in place and surprisingly it didn’t take long to put the pieces together. Aiden and I eventually got along to the point that he confessed everything.

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Maybe this was how things were supposed to happen.

This was how we were meant to find each other again and

stop going around each other in circles.

We both were not bold enough to confess our feelings before, but now…..

“Oh Aiden,” I moaned when his tongue flickered against my nub. The sensation traveled to my stomach, a sharp sen- sation that had my juices overflowing.

He groaned in satisfaction, praising me silently to keep feeding him what he wanted.

gripping me tightly as his tongue beat against my sensitive wet

his eyes closing as

His fingers bit into my skin and my skin flushed with

his eyes open and he stares at

eyes were unbearable, my

swirled his tongue over me slowly, savoring my

helpless to his torture and I’m under his spell, weak- ened by his

more,

I moaned, fingers locking

So soft.

like his lips

my throbbing nub. The poor thing was weak from Aiden’s continuous flicks

tongue.

his name like a silent prayer, feeling the way it rolled off my tongue

my thighs, drawing me closer as he lashed his tongue over

now. My

inside me, moving and loving me slowly or roughly,

Make

to

moans, brushing a feathering

he

I shudder.

so sweet my little Soph. My favorite aroma, my fa- vorite

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shook, unable to

working magic

counter, my vision blurring with white tiny specs

from the amount of pleasure, but then a

his name, my fingers latching in those soft strands

stars dot my vision making me gasp as I felt like I was falling off a

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