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"You like that?" Aerion whispered.
She was underneath him, her back down on his bed, as he thrust his hips into her again and again.
"Yes," she breathed. "I love your dick."
He smirked. "Yeah?"
"It's so big," she said, nodding. "It feels so good."
"You gonna cum all over it?" He threw a sharp thrust into her, making her groan.
"Yes, baby," she whispered. "Just keep fucking me like that."
"Mmm," he moaned. He snapped his hips again, and his headboard banged off the wall.
"Shh," she said, but he just laughed and kept thrusting. The headboard banged again and again.
"Cum on my cock, baby," he said. "Say my name while you do it."
She nodded, biting her lip, and he kept thrusting.
"Ooh," she moaned. "Oh, Aerion!"
Her legs started to shake, and she felt Aerion shudder.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Fuck, your pussy is so tight."
She clenched on him again, and he threw his head back.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, low in his throat. "Oh, fuck."
He was slamming his hips into her now, and they both ignored the headboard slamming, the bed creaking, the sound of their bodies slapping together.
"You're so deep," she moaned out. She felt heat pooling in her belly, her muscles going taut. "Oh, Aerion, baby-"
"Cum for me," he growled.
He was close. She held her breath, focused hard on wringing her orgasm from him. She grinded her clit against him, again and again, until the heat in her belly burst.
"Oh, Aerion," she shuddered, drawing out every syllable of his name.
He gave one last thrust, as hard as he could, then let out a sharp grunt. She felt his cock twitching and pulsing inside her as his hips rocked slowly, milking himself.
"Oh," he moaned, collapsing down on her. He nuzzled his face into her neck, his shoulders still heaving from the exertion. She wound her fingers through his hair and sighed.
"Was that good?" he asked, mouth against her neck.
"The best," she said.
His lips pulled into a smirk.
--
"Mama?" Rhae looked up from her food, the little girl's brows drawn tight over her eyes. "I'm worried about Aerion's friend."
"Who, honey?" Dyanna asked, taking a bite of her food.
"The lady," Rhae said, exasperated. "She comes over at night sometimes. Last night, Aerion was hurting her."
"Sounded more like she was hurting him," Aemon said, absentmindedly turning a page of the encyclopedia in front of him.
"I hope she was," Aegon muttered, pushing food around his plate.
Realization crawled over Dyanna's face.
"Maekar," she said, sweetly. Her husband was looking at his phone. "Did you hear what your kids just said?"
"Sorry, what?" He lifted his head up. When he noticed her expression, he stiffened. "What happened?"
"Aerion is hurting his lady friend!" Rhae snapped, her brows furrowed. She was gripping her fork with all the tenacity her little fist could muster. "I'm worried about her!"
"His friend, huh?" Maekar's jaw clenched. "When was he hurting her?"
"Last night," Rhae said. "I got up to potty, and I heard them talking in his room. But then he started slapping her!"
"This isn't the first time, either," Daella grumbled. "Aerion's stupid headboard knocks against the wall when they're fighting. It keeps waking me up."
Dyanna and Maekar exchanged glances.
"She cried every time he slapped her." Rhae had tears in her eyes. "And Aerion cried, too, even though he was the one slapping her. It's awful, Mama."
"I'll talk to Aerion," Maekar grumbled. He reached out to squeeze his daughter's shoulder. "He won't hurt her anymore. Don't worry, sweetheart."
--
Maekar slammed open Aerion's bedroom door so hard the doorknob went through the drywall.
"Shit!" Aerion jumped, his phone launching out of his hand. He was sprawled out on his bed, watching TikTok and eating chips.
"You little shit," Maekar snarled. He lunged forward to grab Aerion by his shirt.
"What did I do?"
"Rhae told us you've been having a girl over on nights you're supposed to be babysitting your siblings." Maekar glared at him, his jaw clenched.
"What? No-" Aerion sputtered, his face turning bright red.
"Don't you lie to me, boy."
Aerion opened and closed his mouth, like a fish out of water.
Maekar let go of his shirt, letting him fall back to the bed. He looked behind Aerion's headboard, and he could see scraping and indents on the drywall.
"Daella also told me your headboard hitting the wall keeps waking her up," Maekar said through gritted teeth. "How often do you have this girl over here?"
Aerion still couldn't find any words. Maekar slapped him across the face, hard.
"Answer me."
"Whenever you and Mom are out." The words started tumbling out of his mouth. "Sometimes even when you're home, if she can sneak out. Her mom works nights. I didn't think we were being that loud-"
"Of course you didn't," Maekar spat. "Too focused on humping her to care if your siblings hear."
Aerion's face was burning as he looked down at his hands in his lap.
"Dad-"
"You're using condoms, right? Your mother would have a heart attack if you got this girl pregnant."
"Yes, I am, I'm not stupid-"
"Yes, you are," Maekar snapped. "If you had any sense, you would've gone out to the garage where no one would hear you. Or just did it on the floor, so the bed wouldn't make any noise. But, no, you had to have her in here, on your bed, hard enough to make your poor sister think you were hurting the girl. Though I'm sure she was just putting on a show to make you feel better." Aerion's face somehow got redder. "Daeron at least has the sense to go somewhere else with his conquests."
"I-" Aerion started. "I wanted her to be comfortable."
Maekar snorted.
"As if you'd last long enough for her to be bothered."
"That's not true, she said-"
"What did she say?" Maekar interrupted. "That you've got the biggest cock out of all the boys at school, and no one can please her like you do?"
Aerion stared down at his hands.
"You're grounded, Aerion," Maekar said. "You're going to be grounded for so long, your poor little girlfriend will have no choice but to find some other boy to stick his cock in her."
Aerion's head snapped up, a wild look in his eyes.
"She would never-"
Maekar laughed as he walked out of Aerion's room, yanking the door out of the wall before slamming it behind him.