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Part One





Resting her head against the back of the couch, a soft sigh would leave her full strawberry chapped lips. The sound of a high pitched, girly scream jolted her from her daydreaming. Sitting up, she rubs her left eye and yawns, staring at the tv with her right. It appears she had dozed off into her daydream state in the middle of an anime that she was watching. Groaning, she yawns again, rising from the couch and reaching her arms up to stretch. The tank top on her full body, stretches across her large heavy bust before the fabric relaxes and settles. Bare feet sinking into the beige carpet, pad their way to the kitchen, where she opens the fridge and grabs a can of cherry Coke. That soft hiss and pop of the opening can, brings a gentle smile to her face before she squints her eyes and stares outside of the kitchen window.

Aiden Gallagher was outside taking out his trash and wearing nothing more than a pair of SpongeBob boxers. Snorting, the young woman strolls out of the kitchen and exits through the backdoor. The sharpness of gravel pinches her black painted toes as she walks toward the fence that separated her from her practically nude neighbor. Clearing her throat and resting a hand on her wide hip, she tilts her head to the side and smirks to him.
“You know Aiden, it is highly offensive for you to be walking around half naked.”
The fair skinned, slightly toned male looked over his shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow to her.

“And you Aurora, make if increasingly difficult to do simple house chores when you walk out the house as though you’re about to work the corner.” His green eyes darken with mischievous laughter.
Aurora’s mouth drops open and fingers tighten around the can of Coke. “Listen, jackass, what I’m wearing is appropriate! At least I don’t look as if I’m just getting off the midnight shift at the underground redneck gay bar! Seriously! Who the fuck wears biker boots to take out their trash?”

“Yet those shorts aren’t giving off a ‘Come and fuck me behind the 7-11’ vibe.”

Aurora was wearing her usual down garb. A black tank top, with one of her favorite bands’ logos on it. Though granted, the vast amount of cleavage left little to the eye. Her dark cocoa flesh could not be hidden away. In fact, most of her wardrobe contained tank tops that gave her breasts plenty breathing room. Wide heavy hips clad in a pair of cotton black shorts; they were however on the tiny side. Clinging to her thick rear, the shorts gave the viewer quite the show of her thick thighs. The light, hardly visible scars adorning her legs from years of falling or running into things decorated them.

A loud angry, a****listic growl vibrated deep in her throat as she glared at the man on the other side of the fence. His lips curl into a smile, cheeks glowing a rose tint as his deep voice rolled with laughter.

“I love fucking with you, Aurora. Your chubby cheeks are so cute when you puff them out and they take on a rather nice bronze red color. Adorable.”

“Screw you Aiden.” Her voice having grown dark.

Chuckling, he shakes his head and turns his back to her. Those rippled back muscles flexing, probably on purpose, as he laughed.

She narrowed her eyes as he disappeared into the house. “Gaaarrrr! He infuriates me!” Turning on her heel, she makes her way back into her house and slams the door behind her.

Taking a sip of her Coke, her eyes roll around the small house; it was more of a single flat. With two extra rooms that she was sorely debating on sharing; she greatly enjoyed having a house to herself, though the mortgage was getting a bit out of control. Biting into her lower lip, she sighs and walks back into the living room, settling on the couch and crossing her legs, changing the channel.

For the next four hours, she found herself getting lost in movies; wiping tears from her eyes, clutching her belly from laughing so hard, not to mention, suffocating herself after snorting too hard and having Coke fly from her nose. Picking up her phone to check the time, she blinks upon seeing a wall of missed calls and texts. Unlocking the phone, she drew in a sharp breath, holding it as she redialed the last number that had tried to reach out to her.

“AURORA! I HAVE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR THREE HOURS! THE HELL, DUDE!?”

Flinching, she sighs and gives off a soft chuckle. “Hey Charlie, I’m so sorry. I got lost watching movies.”

Her best friend Charlotte, aka Charlie, was one friend that you just didn’t want to mess with or skip out on. Japanese American and proud of both sides of her heritage, she tends to think outside the box and norm of life. Seeing the world through multiple lenses, she chooses to lead her own path and often drags others with her along the way. She was a hard hitter, both in personality and in actual punching. A tomboy at heart and a huge fan of playful bullying of her partner in crime, Charlie was one in a kind.

“Dude, I told you to come early so we can practice! I’m not sure if the band is going to wait for you much longer. Markus is already walking the club trying to find a replacement singer!”

“I’m so sorry! I’m about to get ready! I’ll be there in forty!”

“Make it thirty and maybe I won’t punch you in the back of head when you get here. On second thought, I’ll punch you in the head still. You deserve it. NOW GET YOUR ASS ON OVER HERE!”

With the call ended, Aurora lets out a low distressed growl and drops the phone on the couch. Jogging to her bedroom, she starts to get ready.


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Stepping outside, of the house and locking the door, she fiddles with her car keys and rushes to the car.

“Where ya going? Is there a Distrubed concert that you’re going to frontline for?”

Her eyes roll and tongue slowly runs along her lips as she turns around. “You know Aiden, just because you’re a cop, doesn’t mean you also have to be a dick while off duty.”

Dressed down in uniform, he walks across his lawn, juggling his keys, he makes his way towards her. Pausing in front of her, she looks up at him, smirking and touching the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue. “Honestly, Aiden, I have bigger things to worry about. I’m sure you know my best friend, Charlie? Yeah, she’s going to rip me a new asshole, if you don’t go away so I can get to my set.”

Breathing in heavily, he stares up to the darkened indigo canvas of the night, then slowly breathes out. “Your friend is a heavy hitter. She sounds like a good friend, I like her. I’m sure that she keeps your intolerant ass in line. Though, I could think of a much better way to ensure that you never step out of line.” His dark emerald hues take on a glow as he smiles down at her.

She knew very well what he meant, and it didn’t stop her heart from climbing before falling down quickly. That sensation settling down deep within her core leaving her mouth to grow dry and throat to seize up. Swallowing hard a few times, she parts her lips and coughs. “Those lines might work on the floozies that you pick up in lockup, but they will not work on me. Don’t you have a city to protect and chief to serve?” Reaching behind her back and pressing the button to unlock her car, she turns her back to him, opening the door.

“That mouth of yours. Love it when it moves, hate it when you talk.” She could feel the weight of his body on her backside and the heat of his breath rustling through the synthetic strands of her pink wig. “I’ll have you know Aurora, those floozies are pretty fucking boring. They don’t have that rebellion in them like you do. That’s my favorite part of having you for a neighbor.”

Heart stops mid-beat and her lips tremble as she tried to find an insult. For once, she was at a loss for words. Instead, she shakes her head violently and pushes her ass against him to get him to back off. Scrambling into her car, she sticks the key in the ignition and starts the engine. As soon as she does, the deep soul crushing sound of David Draiman fills up the car and she smirks. Turning to face the man still standing by the car, she rolls the window down and sticks out her tongue throwing up the rock sign. Backing out the driveway, she laughs and peels off down the street.


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“You are so fucking dead! You know, if I didn’t love you so fucking much, I swear I’d put you into a grave!”

“Well at least I’m here now. Besides, my neighbor was the one that really made me late.”

“You know he has a huge boner for you. I don’t know why you just don’t jump his fucking bones already.”

“He’s not my type and plus, he’s a fucking cop. I don’t play with cops.”

A heavy hand on her shoulder, followed by a squeeze, she looked to the hand and up into the burly face of their bassist. Liam smiles and lets out a low rumble of a laugh. “You know, if someone likes ya Rora, ya better jump on that opportunity before it slips away. Imagine what my life would’ve been like if I hadn’t tied the knot with Nathan.”

Charlie snorts. “Liam, I’m sure you still would’ve been the same adorable big bear. Minus a little puppy dog to play with.”

“Charlie, you are so mean!”

“I am a blunt individual. If that is shocking to you, then that’s your own problem to deal with.”

“Alright guys. You’re up!”

“Ready to set this place on fire, Rora?”

“You know it Charlie!”

Running onto the stage and taking her place in the middle spotlight, her black painted lips spread wide as she grabs that mic and raises it to the air. The roaring sounds of the club’s patrons sending heated spikes up and down her spine. Every venue, every club, every bar… She loved this feeling. And now-

“HOW’S IT GOING! YOU BITCHES READY TO LOSE YOUR FUCKING MINDS! WE’RE THE REVOLTING RAVENS! AND WE’RE HERE TO SET THIS DAMN BUILDING ON FIRE!! ONE TWO THREE!”

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“Again, I’m so sorry. Our drummer gets a little match happy towards the end of the set. I can come back tomorrow with a check to cover the damage.”

“Aurora, I’m not saying that we don’t like you guys, you are bloody amazing; but you really need to keep Charlie on a tighter leash. If she does it again, I won’t be able to have you perform here any longer. Don’t worry about the damages this time. It was just a curtain, that is easily replaced. Tell her to be careful, okay?”

Nodding, she shakes his hand. “Thanks Darrell. See you in two weeks.”

Stepping from the office, she walks to the dressing room and finds her best friend/drummer and flicks her on the nose. “Charlie, you seriously have to stop setting shit on fire. You are going to cost this band so many gigs. I love you like a sister, but this is getting ridiculous. Darrell said if this happens again, he won’t let us play any longer.”

Lounging on the couch, she laughs a little and then sits up, waving her hand dismissively. “Alright. I’ll tone it down. Next time I’ll just bring sparklers.” She wriggles her fingers.

Rolling her eyes, Aurora straddles her friends’ lap and puts all her weight on her. “Nothing incendiary!”

“AHHHH! Aurora! You’re heavy! Get off me! OKAY! OKAY! I promise. Nothing I can set fire on the stage!”

Leaning forward, she laughs and kisses her friend on the forehead. “Good. Because I just can’t deal with another club kicking us out!” Getting off Charlie, Aurora stands beside the couch and stretches her arms up. “Alright Charlie. I’ll talk to you tomorrow and then we can talk out a practice schedule.”

“Whaaaaat!? You can’t leave me best friend! You have to stay here to keep me in check. You wouldn’t want me to set this room on fire…again.” A sheepish smile and she sits up, lifting her left leg and resting her foot on her right; arms spread on the back of the couch. “Fine. Leave me.”

Aurora gathers her things, slinging her hobo bag over her shoulders.

“Oh, let that neighbor cop of yours know that I’m always watching. Keeping an eye on him. Only I’m allowed to bully you!”

“Why do I need to be bullied? Can’t I just be treated like an everyday person?”

“You’re too adorable to be treated that way. And the punk rebel part is a bonus. We love you just the way you are. Almost innocent. It is what many men like and women too, I guess.”

A soft chuckle. “Okay, best friend. Whatever you say. I’m going home now. Just remember to stay in line.”

“Yes, my mistress!”


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The ride towards home was a boring one. Although she did have the volume cranked up, she was still feeling rather deaf. Never in a million years could she see what was going through her friend’s heads, especially when it came to her lack of love life. She didn’t mind being alone, but at the same time, she did fantasize about it on a regular. With her singing and the band on her mind, she knew that she just didn’t have time to worry about stuff like that. Even if it was a one-night kind of deal.

Thoughts rolling about in her head like clothes in a dryer, she wasn’t paying attention where it was that she was going. With that, she found herself pulling in front of a well renown cop bar. Blinking, she looks up to the old building and sighs. “I can’t be this desperate.” She whispered to herself. “I’m not this desperate.”

Before she knew it, she was standing at the entrance of the bar. “Apparently I am this desperate.”

The dim glow of the bar felt like she took a step back into the 40s. It was rather nice inside, though with a shit ton of uniforms, blondes and brunettes s**ttered about, she felt extremely out of place. Walking to the bar, she could feel all eyes on her and it left her throat dry and fingers gripping tightly onto her bag. She loved having all eyes on her, however, this was just…annoying. Finding a seat at the bar, she leans against it and smiles as the barkeep approaches her.

“Aren’t you a little way from the bat cave?” He joked bracing his arms against the bar, looking her up and down.
She was dressed in one of her usual band attires. A black leather corset and dark crop jean jacket; leather collar with a pentagram and a raven in the middle of it. Her wrists decorated with chain bracelets and leather straps; nails painted a noir black, and black skinny jeans with rips and tears lining the legs. Smiling to him, she tilts her head to the side and snirks. “That may be so but at least I’m able to spread my wings and sail around through the night verses your being stuck to slither around on the ground. So, why don’t you be a good snake and get me a whiskey? This bat is a little thirsty.”

The bartender stood there for a moment, almost speechless before getting her drink. Looking over her shoulder, she skims the place. She knew some of the cops in the building and maybe one or two of the women? It didn’t matter. Who she was looking for didn’t seem to be present.

“You know, it’s not fair for you to go stalking me. I mean, I’m an officer and I don’t even do that to you.”

Jolting, she quickly turned around, accidentally backhanding him in the process. “Oh, my goddess! I’m so sorry!”

Getting out of the chair, her face contorts into that of a pain expression. “Aiden, I’m so sorry. But you have to admit that was your own fault. You shouldn’t sneak up on someone like that!”

Gripping his jaw and rubbing it, he laughs deeply. “I’ve been slapped before, so that wasn’t too bad. I can forgive you this time. So then, punk girl, what brings you to this watering hole?” He was very much still clad in his uniform. Leaning against the bar now, fingers continuing to massage his jaw as she looked on to him.

Up close, she had taken notice of the stubble that lined his jaw. Maybe he missed shaving this morning? His lips were had a gentle fullness to them, though much thinner than her own. She had also taken note of a small mole just under his left eye. Returning her gaze back to his eyes, she smirks.

“I’m not all too sure as to why I’m here. I was on my way home and for some reason, I found myself parking right in front of this shit heap. I might be drawn to shit.”

The bartender came back with her glass and small bag of ice for Aiden. “I hope she didn’t hit ya too hard, Gallagher.”
He chuckled. “Nah, her words hit much harder than her fists. Thanks Blaine.” He turned his attention to her. “So, I’m shit then?” He takes the bag of ice, placing it on his cheek and staring at her.

Turning her head to the ceiling, she let out an airy laugh then returned her gaze to him. “Must you think that everything that I do is because of you? I wanted a drink.”

“But did you not just come from a club that you were what, screaming at?”

“I do not scream!”

“Not in the way that it matters.” He smirked through those words.

Aurora was at a loss. Her heart racing heavily once again. Why did he have to say stupid shit like that? And why the hell did it make her nervous to the core? Or was that nervousness? It might be a close cousin…probably…disgust? “Bartender? This lovely officer will be taking care of my drinks for the night; as well as the aforementioned future.” She smiles to him before returning her attention to Aiden.

“It’s alright Blaine. I’ll take care of it. But she’s going to have to owe me.” His emerald eyes grew darker than before; there was something behind them and she unsure what it was. The deep pools of emerald began to pull her in, wrapping around her and drowning her in the mysteries they was hiding.

Grasping her glass, she tears her eyes away and brings the glass to her lips. The burning amber liquid tickles her upper lip before she opened her mouth slightly to invite the warm spirit into her. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she could still feel his eyes on her. He was thinking something and whatever it was, she had a sense that it wasn’t anything good. Swallowing and licking her upper lip, Aurora clears her throat and kept her stare at the 100s of liquors lining the back of the bar. “Is there anything that you would like to say to me? Because staring is very rude. I’m sure your parents taught you that.”

“I can’t just stare at you?”

“Not without a reason and or purpose. You’re a cop and a creeper. So, you must have a reason for doing so.”
“A harsh woman you are. I try to be your friend and you continue to hurt me. Oh, Aurora, how you wound me. Well, if you must know, I’m thinking of the ways that you can pay me back for paying for your drink. Most of them include you mowing my lawn for the next two months.”

“I’m not mowing your lawn over an eight dollar drink. Think of something else.”

“I have and I think that you will love it.” He moved in closer to her, pressing his chest to her arm and shoulder, leaning in to whisper close to her ear. “I know that it has been over a year since you moved in next door to me and not once have I seen a man leave your house in the middle of the day. I know for a fact that you are aching for someone to explore every inch of you. You act like a tough woman but deep down I know that there is a minx in you just begging to come out. Why don’t you be a good girl for me and let me break those chains and give you some new ones that you can play in. I promise to be gentle.”

Fingers clasp around the glass, to keep herself from showing how much she was shaking on the inside. Everything he was saying might’ve been truth, apart from being a minx. “You, you don’t have any idea what you’re talking about. You’re just saying this stuff to under my skin and it’s not going to work.” She whispered, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a quick gulp.

Aiden leans against the mahogany bar and raises a brow. “Aurora, can’t you see that I like you? I just want to have a little fun. If you’re going to be a full-fledged human, you need to let others in every once in the while. As well as letting yourself have fun. So, what do you say? If you give me a chance tonight, I can prove it to you. If you don’t like it, I won’t bother you with it again; I promise. But I’ll still be an ass and pester the fuck out of you. That’s what neighbor friends do right?”

Sitting in silence, she rolled her gaze to the ceiling, taking note of the beams and counting the cobwebs. “Fine. One night. But you have to keep your word.” She whispered. Lowering her head, she downs the rest of her drink and slides off the stool. Reaching into her bag, she takes out a ten and stuffs it in the tip jar.

“Heh, so you make me pay for your drink and give a tip that could’ve paid for it?”

“A good friend should always be willing to help out. And I know for a fact most bartenders work off tips. So, I’m just being polite.” She raises her hand and flips him off. “I’ll be going home now. I’ll be up for a few hours. You have by then to knock on my door and disturb me.”

His deep chuckling followed her out the door.




Part Two




Home has never felt more inviting than this right now.” Laying on the couch dressed in an oversize t-shirt, Aurora was gazing up at the ceiling breathing slowly. Just then, her heart lurched, and she sat up. Clutching to her chest, breaths coming in short bursts and knees locking up. “W-What is this…” Panting, her voice came out, soft and airy as she tried to breathe. Deep within her core, a powerful buildup overtook her, and she pressed her thighs together tightly. Closing her eyes, a soft moan escaped her lips. A slow pulsing sensation ran through her crotch, her free hand moving to cup it. She could feel it throbbing; her lower lips plump and already, slowly becoming soaked. The tips of her fingers dampening through the cotton of her panties.

It was like her body was on fire at this point! And the cause of this was…

‘DING-DONG’

She snapped out of the daze and sat up. Breathing heavily, she quickly pulled her hand from between her thighs and stumbled onto her feet.

‘DING-DONG’

“I-I’m coming!” Staggering slowly to the door, she stops just before it, smacking her cheeks she rubs her face. “Okay…” Her fingers grasp the padlock, it clicks unlocked, followed by the lock on the knob. Turning it, she opens the door. Before she could even greet him, Aiden was already on her.

A hand on the back of her head, his forehead pressing to hers; those mysterious green orbs locked on her dark browns. Her whole being was on lockdown as if he had shut down every motor nerve in her body. The scent of his cologne wasn’t strong, more of a musk; earthy, leather, tinged with an aged whiskey. She could smell the barley of the beer he must’ve had at the bar, still on his lips and breath. Every hair on her body was standing up; her faded cut hair was still slightly damp from the shower, so the bang that she usually had flat ironed, was in tight pink curls. She could feel his large hand and long fingers right on her faded scalp, covering the entirety of her head.

It was growing hard to breathe; her mind had become numb. His breath was tickling her soft skin and smooth lips. She could feel his smirk without have to witness as it slithered across his lips. “Hello little kitten. I do hope that I didn’t frighten you. Truth is, I’ve been waiting for this moment for months.”

Leading her back, she stumbled a bit, arms tight at her side and fingers twitching as though trying to figure out what they should be doing. She heard the door close and lock, followed by the grabbing of the hem of her t-shirt; tugging her, bringing her more to him. The air around her was still, growing harder to breathe in. Her lips parted and nose twitching as she darted her eyes left and right. She didn’t know what was to come next, she didn’t know what to do. Should she do something? Or-

His lips clash with hers and it was as though the gates to the other worlds flooded open. Bright lights whirl around in her head, blinding her; her body becoming weightless and limbs turning to jell-o as his mouth danced over hers. She was stunned, however, her lips accepted him and moved along to his rhythmic dominance. Each cell in her lips taking to the remembrance of the soft curvature of his mouth, tasting the bitter beer and, evergreen? It didn’t matter. All she knew what that the first kiss she had had in two years was over taking her by the man she bantered with on a constant. She knew that he saw her, yet she hadn’t realized until now to the extent of his attraction to her.

The grip he had on her t-shirt tightened, his hand on the back of her head drew so close that she could breathe in his aftershave and sweat of the day. His tongue slipped into her mouth, skimming the roof of it and the edges of her teeth. It was rather thick and much longer than her own. Swirling and coupling with her own moist muscle, she indulged in his taste. The smoothness of his saliva that had been tainted by the beer flowed down her throat. Her lips parted from his, only to wrap around his tongue and suckle on it slowly to gather more of his flavor. She didn’t want to forget this taste.

Vibration of his chuckling reverberated through her and making her come alive. Her fingers twitch and curl, arm finally breaking from its paralysis. Reaching out, she grabs his wrist that was between them. His fingers dig into her scalp, holding her in place as he forced his tongue back into her mouth. The sounds of lips softly suckling on the other were orchestrated along with the pounding of her heart. It was a song that she had never heard, nor did she ever expect to come from her and the cop next door.

Almost as quickly as it had started, their lips separated, and she stood there panting along with him. Foreheads still connected and his thumb gently stroking her head, she let out a soft cough and smiled weakly.

“I take it that you’ve been fantasizing about that moment for a while, huh?” She couldn’t help but let out her own gentle chuckle.

“I would be a liar is I said I hadn’t, but I never lie. Especially not to you.” His smirk brought that heavy weighted feeling back into her core.

Licking her lips nervously, she took a slight step back, his hand falling from the back of her head and resting on the back of her neck. Blinking and averting her eyes, she shakes her head and clears her throat. “So um, do you want anything to drink?” Turning to head to the kitchen, he released his grip on her shirt and grabbed for her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

“The only thing I want to drink right now, is you drowning in pleasure. So, why don’t you be a good kitten and go to the couch.”

“Excuse me?”

“That wasn’t a request.”

Heart pauses mid-beat and she could tell just by looking in his dark eyes that he was not k**ding. Staring blankly, she shrugs and casually makes her way to the living room. “Whatever ya say, Copper.”

Her living room was still packed full of boxes from when she moved earlier in the year. All she did need was unpacked and out in the open. Her television, couch and a bookshelf, full of books and crystals and tarot cards, as well as CDs that she tries to sell for her band. Turning on her heel, she takes a sit on the couch, folding her legs under her and watching as he entered.

He was mighty intimidating. As she stood at a mere five foot six, he on the other hand, had to be just over a foot taller than her. She also just noticed that he had changed out of his uniform and was dressed in a dark t-shirt and a pair of jeans, accompanied with military grade boots. His dark hair was pulled back into a man bun; something she figured he had to do when he was working. With one booted foot, he nudges the coffee table out of the way, pushing it towards the tv. It was a good thing that she vacuumed the other day, because the underside of that table was a nightmare.

“I said to go to the couch. Not sit on it.”

“You should’ve been more specific. Don’t give half assed instructions.” She rebuttals.

His brow rose once more, and head shook. “You know kitten, this is why I like you so fucking much. You make it a challenge and challenges are not easy to conquer. Now, get up.”

Nostrils flaring, she chews on the inside of her cheek as she unfolds her legs and rises from the couch. Looking up to him, her brown eyes filled with irritation and needless to say, defiance, she furrowed her brows. “If you ask me to call you Master, you’re in for a rude awakening. I don’t do the whole Master thing.”

“I’m not expecting you to call me anything. There’s a difference between a Master and someone who wants to bring you to the height of ecstasy. I just want you to understand that what I’m about to do, is for your benefit, not mine. Plus, I just love calling you Kitten. It’s adorable, the opposite of your rebel schtick.”

Curling her fingers into the palms of her hands, she licks her lips again. Her nerves were slowly singed by the embers that he was fanning throughout her body. He wasn’t doing anything, his voice, washing over her and his eyes milking every inch of her half naked self.

He crosses his arms over his chest, nodding his head back. “Take off your underwear.”

Nose twitching and mouth becoming more salivated and then dry, she shakenly shifts her hands to her shirt. Reaching beneath the hem, she pauses for a moment and chews the inside of her cheek again before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Wriggling her hips from side to side, she slowly and nervously pulls down her undergarment. It was a bit embarrassing to be wearing regular cotton panties as she was sure that he had seen a variety of lingerie. Moving her legs back and forth, she shimmies the panties down her thick legs and quickly kicks them to the side. Aside from the shirt, she was completely bare. Knowing that it wouldn’t be long before he asked her to remove her top and though she had the confidence of a water buffalo (not sure what that means, just go with it), Aurora was unsure if she was going to be able to do that.

The silence between them deafening; had it not been for the show that she was watching sounding in the background, it would have felt like a haunting graveyard. Staring at him, the wait of his next request…order, perhaps, was making it hard to for her to stay calm.

“Now, take off the shirt.”

She knew it. It was next and she knew it. Shaking her head, she wrapped her arms beneath her chest, causing the shirt to rise a little, exposing more of her thick thighs. A step back, she bumped into the edge of the couch. “No, I can’t do that.”

He sighs and walks towards her, keeping a few inches between them, he bent forward slightly and smiled. “Aurora, I know that you have a lot more confidence than you give yourself credit. I see the way you perform on stage and how you go out every day as though nothing can ever deter you. You are an amazing woman and you’ve managed to entrance me. I’m not letting you go that easily just because you believe I won’t like what is underneath. You’re sexy, both your crazy punk rebel mind and body. Now, take it off.”

It was hard to ignore that little speech and she didn’t want to disappoint. As he drew back, she brought in her lower lip and slowly nibbled on it. Inhaling gently, she dropped her arms only to hook her fingers at the hem of her shirt. Lifting it up, she averted her gaze from his face the moment her stomach was exposed. Round and full a s**tter of stretch marks decorating it, though not as protrusive as one would think given all the stuff she wears. Her breasts, heavy and dark wobble slightly as she pulled the shirt from her head and dropped it to the floor. She crosses her arms beneath her chest, pushing her breasts up.

“Don’t hide them. I want to look at you, bare and exposed.”

Lowering her arms, she curls her fingers into her palms. The weight of his stare on her body was hard for her ignore. Her knees buckling and thighs tensing as she swallowed many times. She didn’t know what to say, so just being silent and letting him look at her was all that she can do.

The entire time his lingering gaze was on her, she felt a warmth spread throughout her entire body. Breathing in heavily, she shivers, and that heat flushed to her cheeks.

“Are you done looking at me? It’s growing close to being creepy.”

From the corner of her eye, she watched as his arm extended and hand resting on her cheek. Stepping in close to her, Aiden lowers his gaze to meet her own. “I can’t help it. I mean, I have been with every kind of woman. Every shape and color, however, I’m just more drawn to you. I want to ensure that you get every ounce of pleasure that I will be delivering to you.” His thumb gently skimming over her cheek.

Lips quivering and parting, heart skipping every other beat, Aurora trembles at his words. He was a smooth talker in more ways than one; the empty core between her thighs heats up and throbs uncontrollably. Drawing her lower lip into her mouth, she nibbles on it.

“Heh, I have to say, I love this nervous side of yours. It’s…intoxicating.” He whispered, craning his head to the side and brushing his lips against her right ear. The warmth of his nose brushing the lobe, silky heat of his breath dancing on the curve of her neck. These new sensations were-

“Nnn…” Her voice, soft and weak; gentle moans filling her chest and slowly making their way out to caress the air around them.

His chuckle had her jolting. Rubbing his nose over her ear again, she would soon feel his mouth opening; the tenderness and slick smoothness of his tongue slowly tracing the edge of her ear. A choked gasp, knees locking and arms quivering, she closes her eyes and searches for the air that was struggling to reach her. His mouth encompassing her ear ignites the fire deep within her core, setting ablaze the desire that had been trapped for so long.
Her fingers unclench and cling to his shirt, pulling onto him and using his body to keep herself upright. As his tongue skimmed over her ear, tracing every curve, she was lost in a trance and grew transfixed on his every move. His own digits reach up to cup one of her breasts, sinking into the dark flesh. Covering not even a third of her bust, he began to gently massage what he clasped onto. The nub that was dormant had jumped to attention within his palm. Puckering and tightening with each rub of his hand, teasing every nerve and sending her head to fall to the side. Her hips buck and she could hear his laughter as he pulled away.

Rolling his wrist and kneading her breast, he lowers his head down, to kiss her neck. His free hand returning to its original place on the back of her head, he forces her head back. Tongue trailing along her neck from where her cheek bone begins down to it just meets the clavicle. His lips press there, heating that spot with the pinch of his teeth soon followed by a faintly painful suction. Her eyes fly wide, rolling to the ceiling and fingers stretch his shirt more. He stayed latched to her shoulder, the stars in her eyes flashing brightly as her breath continued to leave her in heavy puffs of air.

It didn’t take long for her to return back to earth when his mouth unlatched itself and she stood there, mouth agape and chest rising and falling quickly. His hand moves from her head to her shoulder, gently pushing her back. Dropping onto the soft cushions of the couch, she released his shirt and her arms fall to either side of her. He hunched over her, one knee sinking into the couch, his hand that had previously cradled her head was on the back of the furniture, bracing his weight as he took her lips once more with his.

The air around them had changed, it was light, yet heavy with the lust and need that had been locked away. Exploding in bursts with his every move, her world shrouded in his need for her to become undone. The chains that she had bound herself in to keep anyone out, were starting to rust and disintegrate into nothing.

Once more, his tongue invaded, filling her with a hungry need that she knew had to have been held at bay. Unfolding her fingers from the couch, she slides them beneath the gap of his shirt, feeling for the first time the body that had been teasing her since her arrival in the neighborhood. His stomach was toned, not exactly a full pack, but she could feel the muscles that were slowly building there. His flesh was surprisingly smooth, matched with the fine hairs that decorated it. Weaving her fingers beneath the fabric, she continued the exploration of his torso, careful to not dig her nails in too deep. His mouth and hers waltzing and slipping over the other; his teeth pulling at her full bottom lip and nibbling.

His fingers that were still deep within her breast shift and find that nipple that had been captive in his palm. The tips, much larger than her nipple and her own fingers squeeze and tugs; carefully rolling and tweaking. The dark chocolate hued nub obeyed his digits every tug and play. Never drawing back even when pulled beyond its limits. Her voice sounded out, filling his mouth; his lips curling into a smile as he dove once again into her warm cavern.

The mixture of their saliva was sweet and hot, flowing down her throat and even slowly escaping from the corners of her mouth. She could feel the tendrils of their spit webbing in her, breaking apart when their pink muscles once again went back to dancing again.

Against her knee, she could feel the heat and pulsing of his arousal. Through the jeans, she could just make out how large he was, and it made her heart rise with anticipation to view it as well as tension. It had been two years and even when she took care of her own self, there were somethings that she just couldn’t bring herself to place inside of her. Foot rising to anchor on its toes, she presses her knee into his crotch, and she could hear his low growl in his throat. He breaks the kiss, giving her possibly the sexiest smile that she had ever seen, between a smirk and a smolder; all she knew was the feelings her core tripled and caused her tunnel to seize up.

“Oh kitten, I know that you want it, but you can’t be that needy.”

She froze, mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water.

“Or perhaps, you’re simply curious as to what I have packing? I promise, we’ll get there.”

Withdrawing from her, he stands up straight and she watches the muscles in his arms flex, his biceps almost flinching as he crossed his arms over his torso. Hooking his fingers under his shirt, he slowly, teasingly, lifts it up. She had on many occasions, more than she would like to account, witnessed the top half of his body. Nothing in the world could have prepared her for this. Up close, she could see faded light pink and brown scars on his waist and chest. Tossing his shirt to the floor, he looks down at her, raising a brow.

“No need to be worried about those. I can tell you about them at another time.” He crouches then before kneeling before her. He was on equal level with her and seeing this only had her breathing more erratically. “Why so nervous kitten?”

“Please stop calling me that! Fuck! I do have a name.”

“I’d feel better waiting for the main event to use your name. Besides, I know that you’re getting more excited each time I call you that. Women can’t always hide their true perverted nature. Yours is much too obvious, i.e., your attraction to me.”

“W-What! I’m not attracted to you! You’re an annoying asshole and plus you’re a fucking cop.”

Tsking, he places his hands on her knees, squeezing his way up her plush thighs, as he kept eye contact with her. “We’re not all that bad. If you want, I can arrest you one day and show you just how much fun it is in the back of my car?”

A soft scoff and she looks off to the side. “As if I’ll risk my reputation doing something like that with you.” Even as she said that, she could not deny the quickening of her heart at the very thought of that with him. Fingers having found their way back into the cushions of the couch, dig through the fibers and her toes curl.

“Say what you want kitten, but I know you better than you know yourself.” He leans in, bringing a hand up to her left breast. Lifting it, he gazes at it. Large dark areola that fades out into the mocha of her flesh; nipple that was just smaller than a dime had hardened during their make-out session. His mouth widens and envelops her nipple whole.
“Ahh!” Eyes shut tightly and body tenses; her thighs pressing more and her nails pulling at the fibers of her couch. His tongue slowly labors over her nipple, the tip teasing and swirling around the sensitive nub. His cheeks caving in as he sucked in as much of her breast as his mouth would allow. Aurora’s head falls back, and the sounds of a whined moan fill the room, cracking when his mouth popped off and teeth quickly replaced his lips. A high-pitched scream, shivering and her heels dig into the carpet, she pants wildly. His teeth gently grind into her, pulling back and latching his mouth once again.

His other hand found its place back to her right breast, thumbing over her nipple, drawing small circles over it with the pad and pushing it into her breast. Her teeth clench and face contort to a pleasured pain. The sounds of his smacking ring in her ear as she grew lost in the sensation of his exploration. Wriggling her hips and pressing her weight further into the couch, the pressure sending a rush of heat through her twitching lower lips, she whimpers and grips his shoulder, digging her nails into him.

“A-Aiden, please! A-Anymore and I’m going to go blank!” Her voice was labored and weak. She knew that he had to feel how fast her heart was beating thanks to his teasing and playing of her.

Having latched himself to her right breast, he stopped mid suckle and sucked hard. Digging his fingers into her plushy chest, he teases her left breast digging and rolling her nipple in tight circles. His eyes swirling darker as he watched her face. Her groans, bucking hips and panting increased as the buildup that had been churning inside of her finally overflowed.

Mouth and eyes widen as her scream erupts from her and overflowed the room. Her body pulses, toes spread then curl as the rush ran from her core and to the tips of her fingers and toes. Slumping, though still tense, she gasps for breath. Her fingers had grown numb from digging into the couch and she swore that her nails had to have peeled back some from the tight gripping. The sound of chuckling emanating from him was just barely enough to keep her conscious.

“I can’t believe that you came just from me sucking your breasts. Someone has been pent up if that was all it took. But I’m not done yet, so kitten, just hang in there.”

Low groans and breathing slowly returning to normal, she could feel as he forced her thighs apart. Between those dark thighs, a thick pair of smooth lower lips that were now coated in her juices. “You made quite the mess. Dirty kitten.” Pulling her hips towards him, he forced her legs up, pressing her knees into her belly and breasts. His middle finger slides along the split of her lips, collecting her juice. Raising a brow, he watched, pulling his hand back slowly. Her nectar followed in a single long tendril before breaking off. He placed his finger in his mouth and smiled. “Delicious. It’s as though I have found the perfect snack.”

Blinking her eyes open, she looks from between her breasts and could only see the top of his head as it vanished between her thighs. “D-D-Don’t! I’ll let you do anything but that!”

“What’s wrong, have you never been eaten out before? Women love it and I’ve never had a single complaint before.”
Her face heats up and she swallowed hard. “I just… I’ve just had unpleasant experiences in the past.”

She could hear him smirk and feel the heat of his breath on her. “Guess I’ll have to be the one who changes that for you, yeah?”

A soft whimper and she held her breath. His fingers separate her folds, exposing what was hiding underneath. Her clit was dark and no bigger than that of a pea; her other two lips dark at the ends before fading into pink like dual toned rose petals and leading to her small opening. She could hear him chuckle and it made her grow tense.

“What is so funny?”

“It’s nothing. I just have to say, your pussy is really small and kinda cute.”

“THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? WHO SAYS THAT TO A GIRL!”

“I didn’t mean it to offend you, I’m only speaking the truth.”

“Well don’t! I’m already hella nervous that you’re down there. So why don’t you just… Nnnnn! Aiden!”

As the sensation of thousand jolts of electricity hit her, Aurora’s body jerks the instant his tongue hit her bundle of nerves. Small invisible needles prick her insides and strike her with more electric jolts. Gliding over her small bud, his thick muscle flattens along her folds, gathering her juices and scooping it into his mouth. His lower guttural moan left her throbbing as he returned to his ‘snack’. Lips wrap and suckle on her as his right hand moves in and slips his middle finger into her warm slick insides. He had to have been two inches in, the point of his finger rubbing and pressing the roof of her tunnel.

Her eyes roll around in the back of her head and toes clench; finally, she relaxed and slipped into a pleasured c***. Moans fill the room and mingle with the slurps of his mouth. Flicking wildly, slowly tracing the hardened bud. She bucked her hips as the tip of his tongue continued its assault on her clit. His finger was joined by another, pushing further in and pressing more on the roof as if searching for that on switch. Crying and twisting about on the couch, she pants heavily reaching above her head and grasping at the couch. His left hand holds her thigh down, leaning in more, digging his nose deep and plastering his mouth on her clit, sucking hard and rubbing the flat of his tongue on it. Those busying fingers of his finally find that hidden gem; his smile evident against her.

Applying force to his fingers, he presses and strokes her trigger point; at the same time, his teeth gently grind, and lips clamp down on her clit. The sudden shock of this sent her hips to rise and legs to lower, wrapping him in her thighs and holding him prisoner as her climax hit before she could give him any warning.

“FUCK! OH FUCK! AIDEN!”

Chest rising and falling rapidly as wave after wave of pleasure surges through her, Aurora forced her eyes open to look up to the ceiling. Her vision was blurry, a spot of light flashing here and there while she rode the storm of climax. She could still feel his mouth clamped onto her, sucking and drinking down her arousal. Minutes would pass when she was at last able to descend.

“Nnnn…that…that was unfair. Not fair at all.” She mumbled under her breath. The tap on her thigh caused her to jolt and look down. “Oh! I’m sorry.” Weakly parting her legs, she watched as Aiden breached and gasped for air.
“Dammit kitten. Were you trying to suffocate me?”

She snorted, covering her mouth as his face was a light red. The imprint of her thighs almost tattooed on his face and the glaze of her juices still evident on his nose and lips. “I’m sorry.” She laughed.

She lowers her legs and leans in, lowering her lashes and presses her lips to his, tasting herself on him. She did taste sweet and it didn’t help that it was blended with his saliva as well, making the flavor that more intoxicating. Tracing her tongue along his lips, she moans softly and draws in his bottom lip in, suckling on her own cum. It really was that good. Sighing, she breaks the kiss and licks her lips.

“Someone was eager to get a taste.” The corner of his lip rose. As he smiled, he stood. Bending forward he untie his boots and kicking them off his feet. Straightening up, his eyes glued to her, he moves his fingers along the belt keeping his jeans in place.

It was like a striptease, though more of a tease in her eyes. Sitting there, heart thumping…thumping…thumping, her nostrils flared as she breathed in slowly. His belt falls undone, and his fingers lazily trace the button of his jeans. She hoped that he couldn’t see the anticipation in her eyes, though she knew very well that he could. Pressing her toes into the soft carpeting, she witnessed his button slipping through the hole and then, fingers lower the zipper. As she had to figure, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Bare as can be under those jeans, his member strained through the lowering zipper.

She could already count two thick veins throbbing along the top of his shaft, the width alone was enough to make a girl want to say no and just stick to a vibrator. Her teeth sink into her tongue, biting back a moan as her thighs become taut and throat clamps up. His hands push down the waist of his jeans and she was all but transfixed on his member as it hung there for a moment before rising to its full glory. At least nine inches… Nine fucking inches of pure Aiden stood erect and proud before her brown eyes. The head was thick and pink, already beading with precum. Lowering her gaze, she flinched as his twin jewels were just the right accompaniment to his size. Just a shy size away from that of mandarins, they hung slightly below the base, clean and bare of any hair. There was a small tuft of hair above the base with a thin trail that lead up to his navel.

Hands on his hips, he cocks his head to the side and smirks. “Don’t tell me that you have no sly remark to say. It would be disappointing to reveal myself and you don’t have an insult to throw at me.”

Unclenching her fingers that sought refuge in her palms she covers her face and coughs behind her hands, shaking her head and licking her lips. She draws in a sharp intake of breath and lowers her hands, looking to him. “What is there to say? You look like a Greek God, with an impressive staff to match. I obviously don’t have an insult for you. So yes, I am lost for words.” She drops her hands in her lap.

“Oh kitten, that is a shame. How would you like to meet my ‘staff’ up close and personal? And unlike the museums, I’ll let you touch it.” His eyes flash and she growled low in her chest.

Hesitating for a moment, she clears her throat and manages to slide off the couch. Scooting towards him and stopping there on her knees, she looks to him then back at his…staff. She was then regretting dubbing it that and knows that he will never let it go.

From the corner of her eyes, she noticed how toned and defined his legs were; he obviously worked out on his off time and it was paying off. Tongue skimming her lips, she draws in her lower one and chews on it as her right hand reaches out grasp him. His shaft curved slightly to the right and she took notice of another vein snaking the underside; it wasn’t as pronounced as the two on top. Her fingers wrap around him and she felt him flinch and heard him sucking his teeth. The corner of her mouth lifts as she strokes her hand over him, measuring every inch with her fingers.

He felt heavy in her hand, the heat from him was almost close to burning but she was able to withstand it. The tips of her fingers barely touch her thumb with them laced around him. As she glides her hand towards the tip, she watched as more preseed ran from the opening. Smiling and giggling, she clears her throat and lifts his member to examine the undercarriage. Her left hand moves in to cradle his sack. They too were heavy, her fingers lightly rolling them about; with both in each hand, it almost felt as though he was at her mercy.

“If I’m being honest, I only thought dicks like this were only in erotica novels and porn. Who would’ve thought that a heat wielder would also be packing this? I wonder if you get them mixed up when you’re picking up some common slut off the corner.”

His chuckled laughter booms in her ear and she gazes up at him. “There’s the insult. So, are you also going to be logging this in your mental archives? I don’t want to sound selfish or anything, but you can’t play with a mans junk and not actually do something with it. It’s terrible bedside manner.”

Brow raising and mouth slightly hinged as the tip of her tongue teases her canine, she lets out an airy breath and shakes her head. “Fine. I’ll take care of you.”

Opening her mouth and leaning in, her tongue widens and slowly drags along the head, lapping at the precum that he was wasting. There wasn’t much of a taste, though she did get a slight tinge of salt. Lifting his shaft, she glues her eyes to his face, watching in delight as his mouth fell open and his orbs becoming glazed as she slides her wet tongue from the base and back to the tip. He had to have showered before he got to her, either that or he washed up because she could just taste the soap he used. It wasn’t a strong scent nor an unpleasant one. It was nice to know that he thought to clean up before sending her to euphoria.

At the tip, she rests her lips there, feeling as he pulsed in her hand and leaking more, staining her lips and coating them as though it were gloss. She could feel his hips press forward, aching to have himself inside her. Parting her lips, she gave way to his little advance and engulfed the tip completely. Light brown lips wrapped around that tickled pink shaft, she held him in her mouth; her tongue flat and stroking the underside of the tip would then wrap around it. Stroking her tongue and hugging that head with it, her saliva slowly builds up, leaving her to swallow some down. She glides her hand over his shaft, sitting up more on her knees and moving in closer.

Her breasts were close to his sack, the hand that was originally cradling them, rested on his thigh to keep her balanced. Right hand squeezes his shaft, feeling the rush of blood in those veins heating him more and causing him to throb. She presses her head forward, taking in another inch and rolling her tongue along each inch that invaded her cavern. The swell of saliva buildup surges around him the longer she teased him with her slick muscle. Another inch and she could almost feel that head kissing the back of her mouth. Her lips were spread wide around, leaving little space for air to come through; her nostrils flaring with each inhalation of air she drew. Closing her right eye, she pulls her head back, popping him from her mouth, strands of her saliva connecting her lips to his shaft and tip. Swallowing, she licks her lips and open her mouth again shoveling half of him inside in one go. Her body jolts, having had the back of her throat grazed.

She could hear his voice grow low and the weight of his hand on the top of her head, snaking his fingers into the curled tuft of her bang. His grunted moans were exhilarating and making her throb between her thighs. If that wasn’t the sexiest sound she had heard. Dragging her head back and pushing it forth, his sounds of pleasure were soon drowned out by the slurps and shlucks of her mouth as she shut her other eye and sucked her cheeks in tightly. His grip on her hair made her flinch and moan weakly, though the sound was trapped in her chest. His hips pushed forward, forcing more of his cock into her throat. Her throat wasn’t used to holding something so massive in it and nor was she capable of holding her breath for very long. Nails sink into his flesh and her right hand falls from about his shaft to grip tightly onto his ankle.

The force of his hips aid in the drag and push of his cock in her mouth, forcing the saliva that built up to leak from the corners of her mouth and run down her chin. Her knees burned as he thrusts back and forth. Almost six inches in, and she began to gag on just the width alone. She tried to pry her jaw open more to allow the flow of air into her mouth, however, his cock was already filling the total capacity of it. Her ears deafened, not even the growled ‘Fuck’ reached them as he forced the entirety of himself, into her throat. Watery eyes fly open and her throat clasps around the thickened inches; massaging, almost a throbbing sensation around his cock, as she tried for breath.

Unsure of how long he was in there, Aurora was certain that she could pass out or die; whichever came first. As quickly as he forced himself in, he pulled himself halfway out, giving her some breathing room. Before she could get the fourth breath of air into her lungs, his hips forced themselves forward again. Both hands were squeezing onto his thighs at this point; her throat repeatedly being jabbed by the head of his cock. Tears roll down her cheeks, his grunts breaking through and pounding in her ears.

The added weight of his sack on her chin made her wince. Right hand unlatches from his thigh and presses onto her throat. Her eyes widen upon feeling the impression his member had made in her throat, sliding and receding, forcing her taste every inch. Her eyes roll to the back of her head at the same instant his pelvis met with her nose. Throbbing in time with her throb, the pulses of him were echoing in her, making her head pound with the rhythm. He seemed to have stood there trapped in her throat for what felt like hours, until he pulled himself free from her soaked vice. Gasping hurriedly for breath, she coughed up drool, clutching to her throat and hacking numerous times.
“Th-The fu-fuck!”

Her face was heated, and heart was beating wildly as though she had run a marathon. The look, through her tear glazed eyes, she could see that he had gotten lost in his takeover of her.

His eyes had darkened and as he stood over her, his dick glazed in her throat juice and saliva. He continued to glare down at her.

“Aiden!”

Snapping out of the daze, he gave her an apologetic smile. “You can’t blame me. Your mouth was too fucking good to resist. I’m not going to completely apologize for abusing it.”

He releases the grip on her hair and nudges with his head for her to stand up. She rises to her feet slowly, still coughing and glaring at him. He smiles, bringing his hand between them and twirling his finger around.
“Turn around, kitten.”

Glaring for another five seconds, she turns around and waits for his next command. The heavy hand on the back of her shoulder pushes her forward. Leaning forward, bracing her arms on the back of the couch, she heard him rustling behind her. Cheeks puffed out; she mentally grumbles to herself. Then she felt it. His hand on her lower back and the tip of him pressing against her entrance.

“I definitely won’t apologize for this.” He whispered behind her ear seconds before forcing his full-length in.
Lifting to her toes, her legs spread a little wider bringing her hips up slightly, his cock left her opening stretched wide, throbbing around him. Craning her head to the side and gritting her teeth, Aurora’s face contorted into pain, her body trying to accommodate his size. Those tight walls throb and hold onto him like a vice, juices slowly running down her thighs as he pulled back. Wincing and whimpering, she trembles.

His hips push forward, thrusting inside; the head of his cock hitting the entrance of her cervix and rubbing against a weak spot. Her weak moans escaping in short airy breaths; his grunts sounding loudly in her ear. The pleasured echoes of her moaning are composed with the pounding of flesh; the sound increasing as his hands snatch onto her hips, digging his nails into her tightly. Her thick flesh rippling and jiggling with every clap their bodies make. She lifts a leg up, placing her foot on the couch and immediately gasps as the new position gave him more leverage. She felt his arm hook under the back of her knee, lifting it and placing his own foot on the couch.

His dick reached deeper into her, hitting her cervix relentlessly and sending the force to reverberate in her womb. Fingers become numb as she clenched on the back of that couch; her voice drowning out the action on the tv behind them. She suddenly felt the sharp sting of a slap on her ass, followed by another.

“FUUUCK! AH FUCK! NNNNNN!”

“Yeah? Dammit! Your pussy feels amazing!”

His digits grasp onto her ass once again, clinging to it as he dropped her leg over his thigh only to reach forward and cup a breast. Squeezing it and pinching her nipple his fingers, he never let up the speed of his hips as he drove himself in and out of her.

Her insides were burning from his intense thrusts, juices sticking to their flesh; the throbbing of her walls around him was only matched by his own pulsing cock. Small beads of sweat cling to her brow, heavy panting with every other moan she let escape. She felt a heated build up deep within her core, swelling and settling with his thrusts.
“Anymore… and I’m going to cum!”

His grunt was enough to let her know that he received the message. Pulling out, he stepped back from her and reached for her arm, forcing her to turn around and face him. “I want to see your face when you cum from my cock.”

Pushing her back onto the couch, he clutches her legs, forcing them to her chest and kneeling before her. His cock immediately finding its mark and plunging deep. The back of her head finds the couch, bracing her and keeping her from arching back. Eyes rolling to the ceiling, she presses her hands to his chest, the muscles flexing with his plunges and her fingers splaying across him. Crying out, her toes curled, as she breathes quickly, practically hyperventilating.

His face was twisted with deep concentration, dark eyes locked on her face and fingers sinking, getting lost in her plush body. “Shit… I’m gonna cum, Aurora!”

Her eyes part slightly, taking in the sight of his face twisted up as he rammed faster. Breasts wobble and roll from the force of his hips; her nails cutting into his chest and mouth opening wide letting out an ear shattering scream. The flood of her climax overtaking her and shocking her body. His full weight crashes onto her as she felt the heat of his seed fill the condom inside of her. Fingertips stinging, she winces and chokes on the air that filled her throat.
Hunched over her, Aiden gives a toothy grin and moves a hand to her cheek, caressing his thumb over her lightly dampened face. “Just think how much longer I could’ve gone if I didn’t lust for you for as long as I did.” He chuckles softly, leaning forward to press his lips against hers.

“Mmmm...” She whimpered against his lips.

Pecking her lips a few times, his face withdraws, and thumb traces her lower lip. “So, will you be taking another shower?”


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Having found their way to her bedroom, Aurora rests beside her neighbor cop; head on his chest and a leg d****d across one of his own. Her laughter flitting through his ears and a pinch being delivered to his arm.
“You’re such a fucking ass! Seriously though, there is no way you actually did that.”

Hand on her shoulder, caressing it gently, he nods staring up at the ceiling. “Yes, I did. I was surprised that the chief didn’t suspend me. But hey,