My body is so ready, and it’s a good thing, too.
Because everything happens quickly.
“Fuck!” he curses again, easing me into a rhythm as his pace intensifies, crooking his fingers against the sensitive spot in my inner walls until I see stars.
I moan around him as he thrusts in my mouth, giving a low groan from his chest.
Ethan Blackthorn feels this good thanks tome.
One day, I might actually stop thinking about him with his full name, but that’s not right now.
This moment is too magical, too much not to marvel at the fact that it’s him.
My bully, my beast, and now my destroyer in such different ways.
If I ever had a clue how he could make me feel before, I wouldn’t have been so quick to hate him.
Honestly, I haven’t hated him for a good while now.
Not since we reconnected.
How could I hate a man who keeps insisting I’m beautiful?
How could I hate a man who wants me more than tomorrow’s sunrise, and every cutting glance proves he’s not faking it?
How is this unholy man evenreal?
Unholy or not, he brings me close enough to heaven to taste it.
My thighs clench around his hand, trembling, and I open my throat, inviting him to thrust harder, deeper.
I’m trying not to gag but I swear it’s so worth it.
Something I’ve never done with other guys.
Oh, this isn’t me.
It’s rough and dirty and transformative.
I don’t regret him using me one bit.
Every time his groan becomes a snarl, he just brings my orgasm barreling down faster.
I’m almost in a trance until I feel him stroke my hair.
“Are you going to come for me?” When I nod, he pushes deeper, quickening his thrusts. “Fireworks, Pages. Blow the fuck up and wow me.”
And I do.
It’s like he’s put a spell on my flesh.
A second later, my orgasm hits full force.
So relentless my eyes roll back in my head and my vision whites.
And then I’m lost to the world, given to the stars, the only thing grounding me the feeling of his hands in my hair and his cock in my mouth.
“Beautiful. Motherfucking magnificent,” he whispers as I’m gliding down, pulling his cock out, saliva dangling from my mouth. He wipes it away with his thumb.
