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{Chapter: 216 Making Love To Daisy Johnson Skye III (R-18)}
A titjob from Daisy was a fine titjob indeed, Aiden thought. His previous shock seemed to melt beneath the caress of her tongue and the warmth of her big breasts — he allowed himself a sigh, as he leaned back, and basked in the sensations.
"Are you close, babe?" she asked.
"Not even," Aiden murmured.
"Good." she said.
Working those big tits around his shaft could get tiring — with any other man, her breasts would have dwarfed their shaft, but it seemed Aiden defied even that rule. More than half of his cock easily poked out of the top of her breasts, and she rewarded that accomplishment with a barrage of kisses and sucking, scooping up precum and gulping it down, relishing in the taste, his taste.
"I learned something," Daisy murmured as She giggled. "Are my tits big, Ababe? I- I know they are, but I want to hear you say it."
"They're not small that's for sure, that's for sure," "Aiden noted with a grin that hers easily outmatched Claire's, who was still in the development stage. Jessica's were close—just slightly smaller—while Sarah, along with both Kira and Mei, hovered around a modest C-cup. She was second only to Natasha, whose voluptuous curves pushed confidently into F-cup territory, and Sif, whose proud frame carried a near E-cup with ease.
"Oh God… you still call them not small really?" Daisy purred. "Your cock is so warm, Aiden! It's so hot, and big… I can feel it beating between my breasts." She squeezed her tits tighter around his shaft, rubbing them up and down. "Are you sick of my breasts? Could you ever get sick of my breasts?"
"Daisy, I-"
"You're sick of them!" She laughed slightly. "Oh… oh, don't worry, Aiden. My pussy is more than ready for you." Daisy threw herself onto her back, spreading her legs nice and wide, spreading open her dripping wet folds for him. Daisy giggled once again. "Come on, fuck me, Aiden! Fuck me as hard as you can~!"
Aiden probably would have taken her up on that offer either way, but right now, he was more afraid of what she would do if he said 'no' to the prospect of fucking her.
He really, really didn't want to see what she would do.
So he lifted himself up, settled himself in between her legs, angled his member against her entrance, and slid inside of her with a single, one thrust.
"Oh… yes…!" Daisy groaned. "Oh yes, I love how big you are, Aiden!"
He began to thrust — lewd moans filled the room. They sounded so… odd. Exaggerated, like a porn star's might be, but Aiden knew each and every single one was genuine. Was she not even trying control right now?
Aiden started to brush her clit with his thumb, and she came just after a minute while his cock constantly reached her depths.
She came around his cock.
Oh. Well, maybe she was getting off that much.
"F-fuck!"
Five minutes?
Ten?
He honestly… lost track. Daisy's moans seemed to become louder and louder — to the point where Aiden had to clap a hand over her mouth. He continued to thrust into her, deeper and deeper, his cock scraping against places she hadn't known existed in the female body.
"Ouch!" Aiden retracted his hand, as she scraped her teeth against his skin to muffle her moans as her scraping teeth did nothing to his skin.
She wasn't done yet as she let out a moan.
"Cum inside me, Aiden," she begged. Her legs wrapped around his waist — she bound her arms around his torso and pulled him as close to her as she could manage. "I want to feel those swimmers inside me again."
"~~Cum inside me babe give me your babies~!" she moaned.
"As you wish," he said.
Aiden thrusted — harder, faster, deeper. Her fingers clawed at his back; she came again; and then a sixth time; and then a seventh time. All in the span of about ten minutes — the added benefit of him constantly teasing her clit aided that feat.
With a loud grunt, bottoming out inside of her, his cockhead scraping against the entrance to her womb. Hot white jizz exploded into the inhuman… and she let out this sound. He couldn't quite describe it, but it sounded like the apex of victory; like a woman who had gotten everything that she could possibly want in life.
And once he was done, and his seed had been pumped into her — so much hot cum as to nearly bloat her belly — Daisy was…
Tired. And sweaty. And, battered, and sore.
Even then, she started to gyrate her hips against him; even then, she continued to whisper dirty, filthy things into his ear and claw at his back. Aiden began to thrust anew, still as hard as ever.
She didn't make it quite as far as he would have liked… another one of those mind shattering orgasms simply sapped whatever energy she had left. Daisy went limp — her seed filling her womb, a happy smile on her face. And, unfortunately, he did not cum a second time.
…
He took one into his mouth, gently suckling at her rosy nipple. He rolled his tongue around it; and with her other big breast, he squeezed and groped at it, twisting her nipple. Her breasts were so sensitive… she was already moaning and mewling before him.
Daisy gasped.
"Fuck…!"
Aiden growled as he pummeled into the brunette before him, who was gyrating against him, her back digging into the bed she was pressed up against.
"~~God, you're so fucking — just… God," Daisy moaned, as he continued to piston into his engaged lover.
"Mmm ahhh." Daisy moaned feverishly. "Like you'd have it any other way," she murmured.
"You're right," he said. "I wouldn't."
Aiden leaned forward, latching his lips onto one of her nipples — large, plump, D-cup breasts. It was like a taste test: inspecting the skin that his future children would drink when he or she was born.
At the same time, Daisy quite literally grabbed Aiden's ass, pulling him closer against her — deeper, so deep that she swore his cock was scraping against the womb that was swollen with his seed. She let out a cry: her sensitive breasts, her womb, her G-spot, all bombarded by this titan of a man… There was no stopping her moans, louder than ever, as she underwent a massive orgasm that had a decent chance of literally changing the constitution of her body.
A few minutes later, her entire body convulsed, a high-pitched moan escaping her lips as she squirted again. Her thighs clamped around his waist, her tongue slipping out as her eyes rolled back with a blissed-out expression—utterly spent. Her body trembled uncontrollably, sensitive beyond reason.
The early morning light spilled through the curtains, but neither of them cared. Wrapped in sweat-slicked sheets and each other, they drowned in carnal hunger. For nearly two hours, they lost themselves to it—grinding, thrusting, licking, gasping. Every position, every part of her touched, kissed, taken until she had nothing left to give. And gave all his love especially to her breasts to let her know he loves them just as much he loves Natasha's.
Her voice was hoarse from moaning as she easily accepted the fact without needing to tell, her legs shaking every time he touched her, her body soaked from inside out.
By the end, she collapsed on top of him—limp, trembling, and breathless; her breasts were red with hickeys.
She passed out like that, body sprawled across his face buried into the curve of his neck, her breath hot and uneven against his skin. Her thighs were still twitching occasionally, betraying how overstimulated she'd become.
Aiden never slept.
He laid there beneath her, wide awake, his arm lazily wrapped around her waist. His other hand occasionally stroked her messy brunette hair or trailed down her bare back, feeling every soft curve pressed to him. Her scent was everywhere—sex, sweat, her perfume clinging to the pillows, the sheets damp from their hours of passion.
He could feel her heartbeat slowly settling against his chest.
Half an hour passed before her eyelashes fluttered. She stirred slightly, her cheek still resting on his chest, strands of hair stuck to her flushed skin. Her lips were dry, her body too tired to move.
She blinked blearily and let out a soft breath, murmuring, "Mmm…"
Aiden smirked.
His voice was low, husky, and playful as he said, "Morning, beautiful."
She opened her eyes fully now, still dazed, barely lifting her head as she looked up at him. Her body was sore in the best ways possible—thighs aching, nipples tingling from earlier teasing, her core still throbbing with aftershocks.
"You didn't sleep?" she mumbled, voice hoarse.
He brushed her hair back, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Didn't want to waste a second of having you like this on me."
Her face flushed deeper, but before she could answer—
Knock knock.
The knock on the door was sharp, interrupting the intimacy with sudden, unwelcome awareness.
She groaned and buried her face back in his chest. "Tell them to go to hell…"
Aiden chuckled, already reaching for the blanket to cover her exposed backside. "Tempting. But after that performance, I don't think hell would take you."