The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 160

I whimpered, the rest of my sanity leaving me with the sound.

Wanting the rest of his clothes gone, I tugged at his jeans. Desperately. Just as I arched my back,

looking for the friction I ached—no, died—for, Aaron pushed his hardness into me, pleasure shooting

through my body, even with the barrier of our pants and underwear.

I felt him hot and thick as he rocked against my center, and that alone made my eyelids flutter, my toes

curl, and my world explode. He moved again, creating more friction between us, and I saw myself

coming if he did that one more time.

“Again,” I told him, begged him.

Aaron’s hands palmed my ass, thrusting me against him. Then pushing into me harder, ripping a chain

of moans out of me. Hustling me closer to the edge.

“God, I haven’t even touched you, baby,” he rasped into my mouth. Then, he took my lower lip between

his teeth as he kept moving against me. “Haven’t even been inside you yet.”

His hands took control of my useless body, mercilessly rocking me against him, and my head fell back,

a prayer on my lips.

“Come,” he grunted into my ear, our hips moving against each other’s. Fucking each other with our

jeans still on. “Come, so I can fuck you better.”

That—that—toppled me over. No, it bulldozed into me. My mind left my body, leaving me behind as I

burst into pure, boundless sensation. Not even Aaron’s name left my lips even if I wanted to scream it

until my voice grew raw. I was spent, rendered empty. Weightless.

His arms went around my back, and in a heartbeat, I was standing on wobbly legs. My back came

against his front, immediately feeling him hot and throbbing with need. The sensation—the knowledge

of having the power to do that to him—bringing me back to life.

In another heartbeat, he brought my shorts and underwear down my legs, helping me step out and

shoving them aside.

I felt the warmth of his chest on my back, and then his fingers closed around my wrists. “Hands on the

counter,” he demanded, guiding my palms to the surface. Then, he widened my stance with his knee,

right as he brushed openmouthed kisses down my spine. His hands grabbed on to my hips, one of

them trailing down my bare backside. “I should take you to my bed.” He kneaded my ass, and then his

palm traveled to my thigh. “I should lay you there and fuck you deep and slow.”

Whimpering, I pushed into his hips. He grunted and then reared back. I heard him unzip his pants.

Then, I felt his hard length against my ass. He moved up and down, and I could tell he had just pulled

himself out of his jeans, hadn’t even bothered to push them down or take them off.

Madness. It drove me fucking crazy.

“You know the times I have jerked off to the thought of you on your hands? On your elbows?” He

passed his shaft along my ass, making me moan in need. “Or bent over my knee after getting all

mouthy with me?”

Another moan, this one soaked with agony. Just like I was at the image of bringing his words to life.

“Oh,” he whispered. Then, his voice lowered. “Sounds like you’d love that as much as me.”

One of the drawers opened and closed, and then a foil was ripped open. “This time, I’m prepared. Have

a whole box right there. It has been there for months.”

“Aaron,” I begged him. I wanted him now, or I would combust into a cloud of dust. “I need you.” I looked

over my shoulder

, eyes ablaze. And saw a feral expression on his face. “Now.” It was my turn to grunt.

The back of his hand delicately caressed my jaw, and then his palm fell on my back. He pushed me

onto the counter. “Grab on to the edge,” he growled. “I’m going to take you fast and hard, baby.”

With a deep thrust, he was seated inside of me. I whimpered, feeling wonderfully, heavenly full, and

before I could ask for more, for all that he had promised, Aaron pushed out and thrust in again. We

both moaned.

One of his hands came around me and landed on the counter, the other one fisting my hair. I’d

dissolve. If I didn’t come soon, I’d disappear under his weight, under the rippling pleasure pooling down

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“More,” I managed to say.

And the rhythm of his thrusts increased, pushing me into the granite surface, his grunts falling into my

neck.

Fingers gripped my hip. “I can give you more.”

That hand lifted off my skin and fell back with a tight slap on my bare ass. A moan like no other moan

to ever leave my lips emerged from my mouth.

“I can give you my all.” Another soft smack. Pushing me down, down, down.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

True to his word, he gave me everything. He thrust his cock into me uncontrollably, the sound of his

hips against my ass encompassing our pants.

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