Page 68 of His Son's Brid
This is wrong. This is so wrong.
But I don't care. Can't care. I've been aching for this since I woke up from that dream, and now he's here, solid and real and wanting me.
He spins me around, presses me face-first against the wall. His body covers mine from behind.
"Tell me to stop if that’s what you really want, Aurora," he purrs in my ear.
"Don't stop." I cry.
His hand slides up my thigh, finds my underwear. "Fucking hell. You're soaked."
"I-I had a dream."
"About me?"
"Yes."
He groans, his hips grinding against me. I can feel how hard he is through his pants. "What was I doing in this dream?"
"Your mouth—you were—"
"Eating you out?" His fingers slip under my underwear, find me wet and ready. "Fuck, Aurora. You're dripping."
I whimper as he circles my clit.
"We can't… someone might see!"
"Then you better be quiet." His other hand covers my mouth. "Can you do that? Can you stay quiet while I fuck you, Princess?"
I nod, trembling.
He works my underwear down, lifts my nightgown. I hear his belt, his zipper. Then he's there, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
"Last chance," he breathes. "Tell me to stop."
I push back against him with a moan.
He slides in with one hard thrust, and I moan into his hand.
God, I forgot how big he is.
He doesn't give me time to adjust. Just starts moving, hard and fast, one hand over my mouth and the other gripping my hip.
It's frantic. Desperate. Nothing gentle or romantic about it.
It’s everything I want.
"You feel so good," he's muttering against my neck. "So fucking tight. Missed this. Missed you."
I'm trying to stay quiet, but it's impossible. Every thrust hits that perfect spot, sending pleasure radiating through me.
His hand leaves my hip, slides around to find my clit.
Oh no. I'm not going to last.
"That's it," he whispers. "Feel you getting close. You gonna come on my cock, Aurora? Gonna come for me right here where anyone could see?"
I nod frantically.
