The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 151

My hands flew to his hair, pulling it with my fingers, goading him to lose the remains of his restraint.

And he did. With another grunt, Aaron thrust into me harder, pushing my whole body up. I moaned,

certain I’d drown in the waves of pleasure rocking my body.

“Grab on to the headboard,” Aaron growled, taking hold of my wrists and bringing them up himself.

I obeyed, closing my fists around the bars, hoping they’d resist our attack.

“I need this,” I whimpered. “Need more.”

Aaron rocked into me as he braced himself on the headboard. His pace gave away all remnants of

control. “You need me,” he grunted, thrusting into me even faster.

My back arched in return.

“You don’t need this.” He plunged into me hard. Then, he did it again. Harder. “It’s me you need.”

God, didn’t he know—wasn’t it painfully obvious—that I did?

Another brisk thrust. “Say it.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my body losing all its strength under the waves of pleasure. “You, Aaron. I need you.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

That last word broke the thin grasp of sanity he had seemed to be holding on to. And his thrusts lost all

sense of rhythm. They came harder, faster, deeper. All of it at once. Aaron rocked into me with

abandon. Our flesh clashed together while I remained holding on to the headboard and watched his

body move above me. His cock slid in and out of me, the muscles of his abs flexing. His rounded

shoulders bunched. All of it jamming me closer and closer to the edge.

“I want to feel you milking me, baby,” Aaron said before stealing my mouth. One of his hands flew to my

breasts, closing over my rosy peak. “Come for me,” he demanded in a husky voice. “Come on my

cock.”

His words, his feral rhythm, his body pinning mine—all of it made my eyelids flutter shut. My body

burned. Blazed with every thrust.

A desperate plea escaped my lips. “Aaron.”

“Look at me. I want you to look at me.”

He lifted my weight, placing me against his chest. He moved me, burrowing himself into me from below,

lifting and pressing me into him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I felt the high coming alive. I

tugged at his hair. Hard.

Aaron pulled both my arms behind my back, securing my wrists with one hand. My back arched.

“Look at you, at my mercy.” He increased the rhythm of my hips, of the way he jerked me onto his cock.

“Just where I’ve wanted you all this time.”

One deep and hard thrust after, Aaron’s jaw tightened at the same time his other hand reached

between us, his fingers landing above the spot where we were connected. Circling, rubbing. And before

I could do anything about it, I was sent flying. Right at the same time as I felt Aaron pulsating his

release inside of me.

My name left him in an animalistic growl. Pure, unadulterated bliss shocked me as the motion of his

hips continued, his thrusts growing slower, riding us both through the climax. His arms tightened

around me, his face burrowed in my neck, the outline of our bodies a blur until his hips came to a stop.

We remained right there, suspended in time. The beating of our hearts against each other’s skin and

the soothing rhythm of his pulse under my touch.

Eventually, Aaron pulled out of me and laid us on our side, his arms still wrapped around me. He

nestled me against his chest, and I knew I was ruined for any other embrace. Nothing else could ever

compare.

He brushed a kiss against my hair. Then one against my temple, leaving his lips there for a long

moment. “Was that too much?”

I turned my face into his chest and placed my lips above his heart. “No, never.” And I meant it. “I …” I

trailed off, my voice turning into a whisper. “I liked how you lost control. I liked it a lot.”

“Careful.” I felt his hand on my hair, his palm brushing down the tousled locks. “If you get any more

perfect, I’m going to believe you were made just for me.”

My lips curled up in a giddy smile with the thought, and I had to press my mouth into his chest, so I

wouldn’t say what was on my mind. Keep me. It’s the least you can do if I was.

After a few minutes, Aaron shifted. My arms locked tighter around his neck. “I need to take care of the

condom, baby.”

He tried pushing away, but I refused to let him go. His chuckle came light and sunny and just like a

blow to the chest. It distracted me enough for him to slip out.

I whimpered, disappointed and cold. I guessed I was a greedy woman when it came to cuddles.

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