The Girl He Craves

Sophie’s pov

He unzipped the dress, taking his time doing so and deliberately let his fingers skim down my spine. I shivered, drawing closer to him.

When he’s done, his fingers finds the ends of the dress.

Aiden’s fingers clutch the ends of my dress rolling it up until my ass is exposed to the chill of air.

“I would’ve ripped it off you, but I want to see you wear that sexy red dress more than once.” He grunted as he helped me out of it.

He flings it to the side and quickly unhook my bra. He pulls away from me to stare into my eyes.

“Where did you learn to suck like that?” He questioned with curiosity as he flings the bra away from me.

My breasts are exposed and my nipples bead.

I raised a brow. “Are you going to ask me where I learned to suck dick or are you going to fuck me?”

Aiden’s eyes darken and they drop to peer at my lips. His fingers lift to my face, brushing along my bottom lip.

“You now have a very dirty mouth Sophie,” He uttered and smirked, his stormy gaze filled with fire snapping up to connect with mine.

“Is that my doing?”

I bite my bottom lip and he slowly pulls it away from the trap of my

teeth.

“I guess that’s a yes.” He chuckled, his eyes dropping to stare at my lips once more.

“Are you going to answer the question?” He asked hoarsely.

I looked at him under my lashes, my chest heaving. “Why is the answer so important?”

His eyes flickered up, the storm quickly turning into a hurricane of emotion. “Because I want to know if I have to beat up some guy for having the nerve to be in that little pretty mouth of yours. That’s why it’s important Sophie.”

is no.” I confessed after a

more of a fire within me instead

guys dick has been inside my mouth. Now can you fuck me?”

You and I both know I don’t do fucking

hand, he draws me closer

this closely. It feels like I’m looking directly at

you, I make love to you, I

breathed a sigh into his mouth, moaning when

bottom, squeezing it.

him, feeling him harden even more under me. He

skin. But I can’t take how much

bare.

away from his lips to look down at his ripped shirt that

abs were very

bit my lower

ripped my shirt.” His voice

my eyes to

I raised a brow. “Have a

I find it fucking

behind his neck and fingers. tangling in

through

gripping it hard and pulled

forward, my hot breath

him

tongue out and

“Fuck.” He whispered.

do this more often too?” I bite his neck,

fingers grip

groaned, thrusting his hips

can’t wait any longer.” He hissed when I grind harder

cock and slid my panties to the

He demanded, his fingers squeezing