Ariel spread her leads wider, her eyes begging him to keep up his assault on her pussy, but her response… the opposite.
“I-I don’t want you, Aiden… ahh…” she moaned as he added another finger.
“Oohh… God…” Ariel rested her head against the wall, panting.
Aiden had a way of making her body feel alive, she never knew she could feel such heavy Pleasure throughout her nerves.
Aiden smiled as he heard her; he released her hands from above her head and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it, and used his thumb to circle her pebbled nipple, “You don’t want me?” He chuckled, “Yet, your body is begging me to own it, Ariel,” He added the third finger.
Ariel gasped, “Aiden!” And wrapped her hands around his shoulder, looking into his eyes with a new kind of want.
“Too full?” He asked huskily, slowing the thrusting of his fingers to let her adjust to the new addition, her pussy walls contracting and clenching around his fingers.
Ariel nodded, “Yes…” biting her lip, she felt so full.
She had thought she couldn’t take it, but as he slowed down his pace, she felt the ripples of sweet pleasure traveling through her nerves.
“My cock is much bigger, Baby,” Aiden grabbed her face and kissed her lips.
Ariel kissed him back, feeling his fingers moving in and out of her pussy; she could feel her juices slipping out of her and staining his fingers; she deepened the kiss, sucking his lips, circling her tongue around his, and letting him suck hers.
“Say you want me, Little wife,” Aiden groaned, feeling his cock begging to be released.
Ariel suddenly smiled, an idea popping into her head. She slowly lowered her hand to Aiden’s hard member, cupping it.
His fingers were moving faster and her knees were getting weaker as her pleasure was building up with speed.
“Uh… Ariel…” Aiden moaned sexily.
“Yes, Aiden. I’m cumming… faster,” She encouraged him in a lewd voice, her hand slowly stroking his cock through his briefs.
Aiden gritted his teeth, he never knew Ariel could be such a tease, but he granted her wish, he could already feel her walls tightening, making his thrust more intense, and his cock was twitching nonstop as he imagined it buried deep within her her tightening walls, and her hand that was rubbing him out made him almost cum in his pants.
“Cum, Ariel, cum on my fingers, little wife,” He ordered sexily.
Ariel now had her forehead placed on Aiden’s shoulder, moaning loudly as she washed the erotic view of his fingers pumping in and out of her.
“Oh… my… God… ahh!” Ariel had her arms wrapped around Aiden’s shoulder as she moaned out her orgasm with her trembling body.
Aiden held her up by her slim waist, smirking sexily at her as her moans filled his ears.
“So much for not wanting me, little wife,” He lowered his mouth and whispered directly into her ear.
“Face up, Little wife,” He kissed her head.
Ariel was shy; he still had his fingers inside her spasming walls and wanted her to look into his eyes; she sighed softly and raised her face to him.
Aiden saw her face; she looked so flush, and he felt a kind of pride that he was the one who made her look that way; her eyes were clear and misty, giving her an innocent look, and he wanted to be the one to think that innocence.
“Should I take my fingers out?” He asked and started moving his fingers again.
Ariel moaned, “Mmm…” her eyes locked on his, but she had to let him know that she wasn’t as easy as he thought.
She nodded, “Yes, I need to bathe,” Ariel replied and unwrapped her hands from his shoulders.
Aiden frowned; that wasn’t the answer he had expected from her, given the wanton look he saw on her face. He was very sure he had her right where he wanted her, but he was about to prove him wrong.
“I’m sorry, I really need to bathe…” Ariel gently held his hand and brought it out of her pussy, biting her lips as she slipped them out of her tightened muscles.
She smiled up at Aiden, raising his hands to her breasts, “You were really good with the breasts, thank you for the short pleasure, dear husband,” She tipped her toes and gave him a feathery kiss on the neck before slipping away from him and going into the bathroom, locking it.
Aiden stood frozen in place, trying to understand what had just happened.
Did his wife just abandon him in the middle of a heated make-out? He looked down at his cock that was becoming painful from lack of attention.
He felt like a call boy.
“Damn,” He muttered.
He realized that he had just been played by his wife; she had indirectly told him that he wasn’t good enough to take her to his bed, and her challenge had been accepted. He’ll make her beg him to fuck her, with her legs wide spread and ready for him.
***
Ariel was surprised when she came out of the bathroom and could not find Aiden in the house. She was glad, though; she didn’t know how to face him after what she did, but she was proud she did; she wanted to make him feel the same way he had wanted to make her feel… used.
She hoped she was successful, though; she knew Aiden was an unfeeling human, but she also knew that his ego was something he valued more than anything in the whole world, and getting dropped like that by a woman would definitely hurt his ego.
She smiled to herself as she walked down the stairs, happy for what she had done.
Ariel was hungry and wanted to make some food since he had sent Anna away for the day.
But as she stood in the living room, she was surprised to see Moon in the kitchen, wearing a white apron over her very short red dress.
She frowned, looking around the house but not seeing anyone else.
What was Moon doing in a house with no one around? Was she staying here with them?
Given that she’s Aiden’s adopted sister, she wouldn’t be wrong if she asked to stay with her brother for a while. Ariel sighed; she had no say in whatever they did; she was just going to mind her business and be out of her sight.
She walked into the kitchen and went straight to the double-door fridge. Since Moon was cooking, she decided to just get some snacks and be out instead of staying to share the kitchen with someone she didn’t like.
Moon saw Ariel walking into the kitchen and frowned, but she suddenly smiled when she realized that no one else was around.
“Hey, you,” she dropped what she was doing and went to stand in front of Ariel, blocking her way.
Ariel sighed; she had already expected this kind of thing to happen, so she simply ignored Moon walked around the long table, and reached the fridge.
She had just opened the fridge when someone pushed it close from behind.
Moon was in her high heels, so she was much taller than Ariel at the moment; she kept her hand flat against the door to stop Ariel from trying to open it again.
Again, Ariel sighed. She wasn’t in the mood for some ill-trained women; she knew her type, just like her stepsister, Eva, and she knew how to handle them; experience had taught her that the hard way.
She slowly turned and saw Moon standing tall in front of her, her hand placed beside her head on the fridge. She removed her eyes from Moon and slid past under her arm. She didn’t succeed in taking the third step because Moon brutally drew her back by her collar and slammed her waist to the edge of the table.
“Argh!” Ariel screamed from the sharp pain she felt in her lower back.
She winced and looked up at the perpetrator, “What the hell is wrong with you?!” She asked angrily and tried to straighten herself but Moon pushed her back against the table and suddenly placed a sharp-looking knife across her neck.
“Oh no! You won’t!” Ariel gasped, scared and shocked.
This Moon was really a psycho as Ken said; she could go to any length to achieve what she wanted.
Moon was smiling sinisterly at Ariel, a condescending look in her eyes, “Now listen carefully, Mrs. Fake Wife,” She pressed the knife against her skin, causing Ariel to gasp again.
“I don’t want to waste much time on you, you’re not worth it. So if you love yourself, I suggest you do what I want,” Moon smirked down at Ariel.
Ariel’s heart was pounding loudly; she could see the menace in Moon’s eyes; this was a critical time for her survival; she needed to be responsive, positively responsive.
“Yes, Moon, whatever you want,” Ariel replied quietly.
Moon snickered, “A whimp, just like I thought,” She mocked.
“Here’s what, get your stuff and leave this house before midnight; if not, you risk getting hurt or exposed to Grandma; you choose your poison, fake wife, did you hear me?” Moon threatened.
Ariel already knew it was something along those lines, in the end, it was all because of Aiden, a man she didn’t even love… right?
“Agreed, Moon, agreed, I will-”
“What’s taking you so long, Moon?” Aiden’s voice suddenly sounded from the door.
And before Ariel’s eyes, she witnessed the fastest switch in character.
Moon screamed and fell to the ground, using the knife she had held against her throat to cut her palm, throwing it beside Ariel’s foot.
“Moon! What’s going on?” Aiden immediately ran over to the kitchen and was shocked at the sight of blood beside Moon’s helpless body on the floor.
“What happened?!” He quickly ran over and squatted beside her, raising her upper body to himself.
Moon weakly pointed at Ariel, who was still shocked by the whole event, “She cut me, Aiden; the bitch hurt me!” Moon accused, crying helplessly.
Aiden turned his face and glared hatefully at Ariel.
“Ariel! What have you done?!” He growled.