The Girl He Craves novel (Sophie and Aiden) novel Chapter 117

Aiden’s pov

My cock throbs even more inside her sweet tight snatch.

“Daddy huh,” I smirked removing my fingers off her slim neck and to bury them in her hair.

I gripped those soft strands tightly and tugged until her neck tilted back and a shuddering gasp slip out of her mouth when I start to pull my cock out of her weeping pussy.

“I like it,” I ground out and slammed into her, hard and fast. I could see her mouth part as I tilt my head in a way to get a view of her. But nothing comes out of her mouth.

I smirk in satisfaction. Good. I stole her breath.

“Say it again.” I demanded gruffly as I gripped her hair as I pound into her addicting snatch. So wet.

The sound of her juices as my cock push into her over and over was one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard. That and the sound of Ashton’s giggles. Hers too.

“Daddy,” She moaned sweetly while she pushed her ass back swallowing my pulsing cock.

Fuck.

She was taking what she wanted.

My smirk widened. There was nothing hotter than seeing Sophie fuck herself on my cock. I was enjoying this side of

My eyes roll down her back, a bit upset that I had not removed the dress off her body first before taking her.

I’d love to see her bare skin one of these days, her bare skin sliding and touching mine.

Maybe later on. Or maybe another day….

I’d fulfill that desire and make sure I take it slow with her when

I do.

But tonight. Hell, I was not joking when I told her I was a crazed man for her. Having blue balls for days while she gave me a bit of hell was only fueling the fire.

So now getting to finally get some relief and I was like a mad man. Desperation was at an all time high.

Only Sophie Bell can rouse that kind of emotion in me.

She was a force to be reckoned with. Only if she knew how much power she had over me.

I’d show her though…

I’ll show her how much she meant to me.

I bite back a groan when she continues to fuck herself on my cock, taking me deeper into her sweet snatch.

I should’ve feasted on her pussy before.

I withdraw my hips and drove back into her her. Her walls clamp around me and she squealed.

I don’t stop. I keep fucking her like my life depended on it. It did.

I angled my hips in a way that aimed the head of my cock just inches away from that sweet spot inside of her that made her purr like a little kitten.

I thrust, holding myself inside her, the head of my cock brushing the sweet tender spot.

And she purrs, fueling my desire and craving for her. I pound into her over and over, pushing and brushing against that tender spot that made her pussy weep and lick around my length.

Her moans turn to a higher pitch that told me all what I needed to know. She was close and I was doing my job.

“Baby,” I pant, one of my hands sliding down the length of her leg.

She hums, clawing at the counter as if this would help the torture of my fucking.