The Girl He Craves

Chapter 152-Sophie’s pov

“F*ck,” Aiden breathed out, staring at me like I’m some kind of newly created specie.

The corner of his lips tilt up, his smirk showcasing and making my heart stutter.

“What have I turned you into mama bear?” He joked tilting his head and staring at me heatedly.

I looked at him under my lashes, making sure to give him that look that make him want to f*ck me anywhere.

He sucks in sharp breath, his eyes darkening to a smokey color. “Sophie,” He groaned, jaw tickling as if restraining him- self.

“What? Don’t you want me to wrap my lips around you?” I. pushed up my breast, knowing my cleavage showed enough to entice him.

I was right, Aiden gulped and looked at me helplessly.

“You’re going to kill me Soph,” He breathed out, harshly letting out a breath.

“Suck the soul out of you?” I tilt my head with a smirk knowing exactly what they would do to him. I bit my tongue to not laugh at my words and his expression.

He hadn’t expected my words and neither did I.

But they seem to have done the trick because Aiden start-

ed to fumble with his zipper and button, trying to desperately get rid of his pants.

Never had I seen him this eager.

When his c*ck is dangling above my head, I gasped. I haven’t seen that monster from this point of view before and I will admit that it looked bigger than I have seen it.

And for a split second I wonder inwardly how that girthy, lengthy flesh managed to

“Was it always this big?” I said breathily, my eyes widen- ing when I

up at Aiden to see the smirk on his face and groan

for him to

has always been

and drop my gaze back to his c*ck. It jerks,

you. It’s almost as if G*d had made you exactly for me.” He hums pushing his hips forward. “Now were you not suppose to suck

blue stormy gaze and my p*ssy clench. This was only supposed to end with me getting him off and then we would leave. But I was doubting I can stay this wantonly for

fingers around his girth. The tips of my fingers barely connecting

how much he stretches me out

Aiden groans, looking at me with

small fingers around my

his veins pulse in my hand and

know exactly how good he

can compare to how it feels now that this is real and I’m not imagining it. “He continued, eyes boring into my gaze. He holds me in his heated gaze,

out to brush his finger down my cheek. He seemed to be checking if I was re- ally here

tip. It had made my mouth

groaned and jerked forward. This made the tip of his c*ck brush my

my tongue. He tasted salty but something else

taste had my fingers practically shaking as I brought my mouth forward, part my lips and

in his tip into my

I swirled my tongue around his

“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck,” He breathed out as

mouth.

moaned, trying to take more