I’m hard.
The words echoed in her head, and she searched the whole dictionary in her head trying to understand what he ant by that.
After another minute went by, she gave up and asked, "How are you hard?"
He didn’t say anything for a short while and took her arm instead, leading it down between their bodies. Then, she felt her hand on his pants and she could feel sothing big and strong protruding upward, trying to tear its way out.
It felt hard, and she curiously moved her hand around the circumference trying to comprehend what she was feeling through his pants.
When it dawned on her that Alastair was a man, and what she was feeling right now was a man’s mber, she froze and felt as her body shut down. Her fingers slipped off it, and she refused to move from them on.
She was trembling again, trying to wade off the mories.
This was what it ant to be hard. She recalled it being ntioned many tis in the book he had read to her earlier this afternoon. Why did it skip her mind?
Alastair began to pat her back again, but Aaliyah knew the man didn’t care. He only cared about himself.
"It won’t go down until sothing is done," He said, proving her point.
It stung her heart again, but she bared it, "I cannot help you. I don’t know what to do,"
"Take it out and I’ll show you,"
She refused to move. Maybe if she didn’t move, he would get the ssage and forget about this. Her arms tightened around his neck, and she shook her head in decline.
His soft and gentle pats on her back turned into fast taps, "I rember asking you if you’re sure of you’re decision. You said yes, and I said there is no turning back," He reminded her with a stealth tone of warning.
Right. She had agreed to do this. Aaliyah knew exactly what she was walking into before she agreed, so she couldn’t bla him for pushing her. A deal is a deal, and she’s already broken enough of them.
Penelope’s face flashed in her mind.
"I did," Aaliyah took a deep breath, getting ready to overco her biggest fear.
She slipped off his body and sat down with her eyes on the bulge in his pants. She stopped for a mont to ask herself whether she was just overthinking it or if n always had it this big. Her hands were unsteady as she began undoing his pants, pulling down the zipper.
Her stomach churned with irritation and disgust as she precariously pulled it out, revealing his mber. Her other hand slapped her mouth to keep from screaming and fainting eventually, and she quickly looked away from the huge organ of his.
Why the hell was it so darn big?!
"What...do I do?" She kept her eyes on his face.
"Use both hands," He told her, and she heard him suck in a deep breath as soon as she obeyed without delay. Her small hands could not circle the whole thing, but she was more than halfway around it, "Now move your hands up while gripping it firmly. From the base all the way up...Yeah,"
He wasn’t the only one that was taking deep breaths. She followed instructions without looking at what she was doing, eyes glued to his face. It was only his face she needed to look at, and there was this surge of full blown out gasps that had him looking breathless.
Alastair had his doubts right from the beginning. She’s always proved his theories about her wrong, and here she was doing it again. Why were her little hands throwing him off the edge?
If all of this kept up, he would lose all self-control and pounce on her.
"Oh...Fuck...," Alastair cursed, only to catch her staring at him like he was the only thing in this world. Her lips were slightly parted, and she looked bedazzled by his reactions as she moved her hands.
At the sa ti, her eyes would twitch and her movents would falter.
Aaliyah’s arm was getting tired. She wondered when he would tell her to stop, and there was one thing she had noticed during the course of doing this. Whenever she stroked him faster, he would tremble and grip the couch.
That had to be it. She was dying to know if he would end up exploding because as she stroked even faster again, his legs fell open and he threw his head back on the couch with his eyes rolling back and forth. He was so close to losing his shit, and his head was a ss.
He was a ss, and he was enjoying every second of this ss.
"Oh...oh...," He panted heavily.
He was throbbing so badly, and it was so fascinating to feel his growing bigger and bigger in between her hands. When she felt a sticky liquid running down her finger, she almost took her chances to take a quick glance and see what it was.
"Don’t you freaking stop...!" He cursed again with a loud groan.
Her hands were seriously beginning to hurt. Her injuries would not let her keep this up for long, and she was about to start losing her rhythm and grip on him.
"Fucckkk...,"
And her peripheral vision caught sothing white spewing out of his manhood, falling everywhere from her hands to his pants to his shirt. She could feel it roll down her hand, yet still her eyes remained glued to his face that looked so ethereal.
Whatever that was must have kicked him off his horse, and he remained unmoving for a few seconds, panting.
Aaliyah even caught drool glistening by the side of his lips. He suddenly looked so dreamy, and she swallowed. Her heart was beating so fast staring at him like that.
"Are you... okay?" She asked, carefully taking her hands off him.
He kept staring at the ceiling for a while, "What are you, Little Siren?"
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