The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Bathroom

Damien pov

Aria stood there in nothing but my oversized white shirt, the hem barely covering her ass. Her eyes went wide, then dropped straight to my dick—hard, red, glistening, my hand frozen mid-stroke.

"Damien?" Her voice was soft, surprised.

"Aria, I" Words died, i couldn’t explain shit.

She stepped inside and shut the door behind her with a quiet click. Her pupils were blown, dark with heat as she stared at my cock.

"You said we were taking it slow," she murmured.

"We are. This is just—I needed to—" I couldn’t finish. My dick twitched in my hand.

"You needed to come." She walked toward me slowly, hips swaying under the shirt. "Because I got you so worked up you were about to explode, and you still held back."

"Yes."

She looked down at my fist, still gripping myself. "That doesn’t look like it feels good enough."

"It doesn’t." My voice came out rough, strained. "But it’s all I’ve got right now."

"No." She dropped to her knees right in front of me. "It’s not."

My breath caught hard. "Aria, you don’t have to"

"I want to." She looked up through her lashes, eyes locked on mine. "Let me take care of you."

Her small hand replaced mine, wrapping around my shaft. I groaned loud, head thudding back against the wall. Her fingers couldn’t quite meet around my thickness, but fuck, it felt better than anything.

"You’re so fucking hard," she whispered, stroking slow from root to tip. Pre-cum smeared over her knuckles. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes."

"Poor baby." She leaned in and dragged her tongue flat over the swollen head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum. I jerked, hips bucking forward.

Then her mouth closed around me—hot, wet, tight. She sucked the tip hard, tongue swirling, before sliding down farther. I cursed, hand fisting in her hair.

"Aria—fuck"

She took me deeper, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed. Her tongue pressed along the underside, tracing the thick vein. She’d sucked me before, but never like this—hungry, needy, like she was starving for it. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"So fucking good," I groaned. "Your mouth is perfect."

She hummed around my cock. The vibration shot straight to my balls. Her hand pumped the base she couldn’t fit, twisting on every upstroke, while her other hand cupped my sack, rolling my balls gently, tugging just enough.

"I’m not gonna last," I warned, voice wrecked. "Been edged too long."

She pulled off just long enough to whisper, "Good," then swallowed me deep again, nose brushing my pelvis.

Her throat squeezed around the head. That was it.

"Aria—I’m gonna"

She didn’t pull away. Just looked up with those dark, gorgeous eyes and sucked harder.

I came with a guttural groan, hips jerking as I shot thick ropes down her throat. She swallowed every pulse, milking me with her mouth and hand until my legs shook and I was empty, spent, cock twitching against her tongue.

She finally pulled off slow, lips swollen and shiny. A thin string of spit and cum connected her mouth to my tip before it broke. She licked her lips clean.

"Better?" she asked, voice innocent, eyes wicked.

"You’re gonna fucking kill me." I hauled her up, crushed her against me, and kissed her deep. I tasted salt and myself on her tongue—didn’t give a shit. "That was insane, Aria."

"I couldn’t let you suffer alone." She smiled against my mouth. "And I liked watching you stroke yourself. Seeing how desperate you were for me."

"You’re evil."

"You’ve said that." She nipped my lip. "And you still love me."

"I do." I kissed her softer. "So fucking much it scares me."

"Good." She started to turn, but I caught her wrist.

"Wait."

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