Chapter 7 : - The Party

Ayda’s POV

His mouth dragged down to my pulse point, tasting the ebb and flow of my heart as he did things with his fingers that made me keen. I tried to close my legs to the intrusion pretending that I wasn’t enthralled with his touch, but he would have none of it.

He flicked his wrist, thumb circling my cl*t in tight circles that had me crying, my nails clawing into his broad back as I rushed to my release. There was no lying to him; it was as if he knew my body as well as I did.

Then he pulled away, laughing as he did.

“Not yet,” he panted, biting my earlobe. I could feel the texture of his stubble against my cheek, making me shiver at the masculine touch. “I want to feel you cum around my cock. I want to feel your sweet cunt ripple with pleasure. Could you do that for me? Will you do that for me?”

I couldn’t speak, trapped between his hot body and the chill of the silk red sheets, so I nodded instead.

He bit my shoulder hard before kissing it.