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Hotch's Inner Freak	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 17044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hotch's Inner Freak
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- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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Hotch couldn't believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling. Emily was pumping up and down on his cock enthusiastically. Moaning he could feel his orgasm rising up from his toes. Grabbing the back of her head he pushed her down on his cock while thrusting up with his hips. He moaned as he begin to come, his juices squirting into her mouth. Fascinated he watched her swallow every bit.
"Wow." he whispered, he was panting hard and running his fingers through her hair.
Emily leaned back in her seat and smiled at him. "Ready to go inside?" she asked gently.
He nodded and closed his pants. Walking with his head down, he followed her inside.
"Do you want to try and eat something?" she asked.
No. I'm not hungry. Could I maybe have some water?" He wouldn't meet her eyes.
Emily grabbed a glass and filled it with ice and water. When she handed it to him, he drank gratefully. Turning, she headed for the stairs.
"Come on." she said gently.
He followed her solemnly. When they reached her bedroom, she pulled back the covers of her bed. Looking at him, she slowly removed her clothes and sat down.
Hotch stared at her for a long time. Sighing, he began to remove his clothing. He crawled onto the bed an stretched out on his back. He covered his face with his arm.
Emily glanced down at his long lean body. He was beautiful. She looked and was pleased to see that his penis was still flaccid.
They lay there, not speaking. Emily watched as Hotch's body and breathing started to relax. Emily closed her eyes and just enjoyed being next to him. She closed her eyes and let herself drift away.
Emily was pulled back when she heard Hotch groan. "Damn it."
She rolled over and looked at him. His cock was hard and pointing straight up.
"Don't fight it." she murmured lightly rubbing his balls.
He gasped and moaned.
"Your cock is so big, so beautiful." she said softly as she stroked him.
"Get on your hands and knees." he growled.
"Doggy." she moaned. "One of my favorites."
He watched fascinated as she got on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at him.
"Oh God Emily." he moaned. He took a moment to caress her soft skin. "Such a sweet ass." he moaned before plunging himself into her tight, wet warmth.
Emily moaned as he thrust in an out of her. Raising her head she glanced at the dresser mirror opposite the bed. She could see herself kneeling on the bed and Hotch thrusting behind her. He looked magnificent, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the vision before her.
"Do you like watching me fuck you?" he asked, amusement in his voice.
"Yes." She moaned thrusting back against him, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. She saw a wry smile cross his face, his dimples making a rare appearance.
"You really are a kinky little slut aren't you Prentiss?"
"You have no idea, Hotch." arching her back. "We haven't really done anything kinky yet." she panted. She watched as his eyes widened and a look of pure lust crossed his face.
"Oh God." he moaned as he begin to thrust against her violently, his balls smacking against her ass.
"Ahhhh." She moaned as she felt her orgasm start to form in her. "You feel so good." she moaned as she came, her muscles clamping down on his cock. She watched his face in the mirror as he came. He had never looked so handsome.
Hotch moaned as she clamped down on him, she was so tight it hurt. His thrusting became erratic as he felt his balls tighten and he pumped come into her opening.
Panting, he remained on his knees, he rubbed the palms of his hands gently over her back.
"Don't move." he whispered.
She stayed panting on her knees, feeling the waves of her orgasm crash over her. She could feel him already start to harden inside of her again.
Moving slowly, he began to thrust in and out of her, loving the friction on his aching cock. He moaned as he kept his thrust slow, trying to take his time. He loved the feel of her soft back under his hands. He had never seen a woman in this position before, on her hands and knees before him. It took his breath away, how beautiful she looked to him.
"So beautiful. So soft." he moaned as he moved his hips against her. Aaron was resisting his body's urge to pound into her. This felt so good, he wanted to fuck her slowly. Pulling out, he tapped her hip.
"Turn over." he whispered.
She rolled over and held out her arms to him. Groaning, he moved between her legs. Grasping his cock, he sunk himself into her warm, wet pussy. Sighing, he allowed her to pull him in and hold him close.
"I hate you Prentiss." he moaned as fucked her slowly.
"Why's that, Hotch?" she asked, running her fingers through his thick black hair.
"You feel too good." he moaned into her neck. "How am I ever going to stop fucking you?"
"Don't" she panted, rubbing herself against his body. "Don't ever stop fucking me."
Hotch pushed himself up on his arms and stared down at her, his hips moving slowly, dragging his cock in and out of her. His eyes widened when she moved, wrapping her strong legs around his waist and pulling him in even deeper into her body.
"You amaze me Prentiss." he moaned, pushing himself in as deeply as he could.
"Shut up and fuck me." she growled, thrusting her hips against his violently.
Hotch lowered his head and begin to piston his hips. He moaned as she met him thrust for thrust.
"Oh God, you feel so good. Your cock…" she panted incoherently. "Coming" she moaned.
Hotch grunted at the pain in his scalp as Emily pulled his hair roughly. He moaned at the still unfamiliar feeling of her coming around his cock. Thrusting brutally he felt himself orgasm again and empty into her, his cock twitching, his body shuddering. He stayed frozen above her as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.
Panting, he flung himself off her and covered his face with his hands. Emily looked at him concerned. Reaching up, she pulled his hands from his face. He turned his face away and refused to look at her.
Sitting up, Emily straddled his waist, sitting lightly on his chest.
"What Hotch?" she demanded. "Look at me."
He slowly turned his head and looked at her, anguish in his eyes.
"What?" she repeated.
"I hate this. I hate taking advantage of you like this." he whispered.
She surprised him when she laughed bitterly. "Don't you have that a little ass backwards, Hotch?" she said, staring at him.
"What do you mean?"
"You aren't taking advantage of me. I am taking advantage of you. I saw your situation, your drugged lack of control as the perfect opportunity to selfishly take what I have always wanted, but you never offered to give me."
"And what's that Prentiss?" he asked, reaching up to touch her breasts.
"You. Your body. Your cock." she moaned.
"You really wanted me that badly? Wanted to fuck me that much?" he asked, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
Rising up she lowered herself down on his hard cock. "You have no idea." she moaned.
"You really are a wicked little slut, aren't you, Prentiss?" he asked, grasping her hips and thrusting into her. "Who's slut are you?"
"Yours" she moaned, working herself up and down on his cock.
After they had both come again, Emily remained sitting on his softenly cock. Staring down at his chest, she lightly traced his scars with her finger tips.
"Foyet." he whispered.
She nodded her head. Climbing off of him she silently left the room.
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