Cheating with my boyfriend's best friend

Chapter 53

I’ll Cover You “No… Too deep…”

With every step he took, it felt like his cock pushed right into my womb, and it was driving me crazy.

Desperate to muffle my moans, I bit down on his shoulder.

Aaron stroked my spine gently to comfort me before he pinned me against the door.

The cold wood made my entire body tighten, and I heard Aaron groan beside my ear.

He nibbled on my ear and asked with a low smile, “Are you ready?”

Without waiting for my answer, he started thrusting into me.

I was afraid of the door rattling, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as

possible. With just the door between us, it was inevitable that Vincent would still hear some noise.

“Olive, are you at the door? Can you just open up and let me in first?”

Vincent’s voice was right in my ear. I couldn’t tell his knocking apart from my booming heartbeat.

I was so anxious that I thought I was going to die.

Aaron slowed down at this point and leaned against me with a smile on his face.

“Aaron, stop…” I pleaded with him.

He nuzzled my cheek and softly laughed. “I’m helping you get

back at him, darling.”

Obviously, he was enjoying the thrill of our affair. I glared at him. “Are you helping me or hurting me?

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me?”

“Then break up with him and stay with me. I’ll protect you.”

His deep blue eyes glittered as he grinned, and I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.

But at the end of the day, you can’t trust what a man says during sex. Let alone if he’s your fuck buddy.

I repeatedly told myself not to fall for his bullshit, but for some reason, my heart still pounded

relentlessly.

Aaron suddenly slowed down when I didn’t answer. His rhythm was reduced to a shallow rhythm as he

left light kisses on my lips, collar, and earlobe. He meticulously outlined each spot with the tip of his

tongue. Every kiss tickled me to the bone.

I felt an unexpected calmness as I relaxed, and my heart began to yearn for him. I wanted to be filled

by him and only him, and just then, his hips snapped forward.

I was caught off guard and let out a half–muffled grunt. Vincent banged on the door. “Olive, what’s

wrong? Open the door!”

I was filled with ecstasy, but at the same time, my heart felt like it was crawling up my throat. A layer of

cold sweat appeared across my back, and I was so angry that I pinched

Aaron.

Aaron gave me a dangerous look before lowering his head and licking my nipple.

Pinned against the door panel, I could see from the top of his head all the way down his spine. I could

even see my legs wrapped around his waist.

Vincent kept knocking, so I took a deep breath and tried to answer as steadily as I could. “I… Ha… It’s

nothing…”

I inhaled sharply and glared at Aaron. He really bit my breast again!

Aaron raised an eyebrow at me, and I looked down to see my sore nipple. It glistened with saliva, and it

became red and swollen. There was a clear set of teeth marks around it.

I gritted my teeth and it took everything I had to not punch him in his pretty face.

“What’s going on? You don’t sound right… What’s the matter with you? Open the door and talk. Don’t

make me worry, okay?”

The whole door shook and my body shook with it. I didn’t dare try to respond to him again. I was afraid

Aaron would try something. Regardless of whether or not I spoke, Aaron still wasn’t about to let me off

easy. He had new tricks up his sleeves.

He put his arms through my legs and lifted me up. My back stayed pressed against the door panel, and

I had to put my hands on his shoulders for support as he moved in and out of

me. When I looked down, I could see everything. Between every thrust, his cock glistened with my

juices.

The wet slap of his skin against mine nearly crushed my eardrums.

My sanity slowly crumbled as I took in the sights and sounds of our scandal. I opened my mouth, but

my voice was stuck in my throat. My hands could do nothing but tangle in his messy brown curls.

He looked up at me, and I saw myself reflected in his crystal blue eyes: sweaty and flushed.

Thoroughly debauched.

Between meeting Aaron, I never knew I had this kind of passion in me. He brought me a level of

excitement and pleasure I’d never known before.

But the moment was ruined by Vincent’s nagging voice.

“Olive, if you don’t open the door right now, I’m going to kick it in.”