“Fuck, Chloe.This ass haunts my dreams.”
“Good.”
His dark chuckle makes my stomach flip over.“You like teasing me, don’t you?”
“Maybe.”
One hand vanishes, and I hear the tell-tale sound of a zipper sliding down and the rustle of denim.When I glance over my shoulder, I find Ethan’s fist gripping his erection, pumping slowly as his heavy gaze drinks me in.
His eyes find mine, his lips twisting into a smirk.“Come here.”
I could.Or… My tongue trails along my lips as I stare down at him.
“See something you want?”he asks.
He has no idea how much.Good thing I know the perfect way to show him.I drop to my knees, flatten my palms against his thick thighs, and lean forward with my mouth open in invitation.
Ethan’s bicep bulges with each unhurried stroke of his hand.“I’m supposed to be taking care of you, remember?”
“Maybe I want to take care of you first.”
He bites down hard, a muscle ticking in his jaw.“You want me between those pretty lips?”
I nod.
“Say please then, like a good girl.”
“Please.”
He adjusts his hold on himself, captures my ponytail with his other hand, and urges me forward.I take him as deep as I can, loving the way he knocks against the back of my throat and still has a few inches to go.His grip on my hair sets the pace, giving me time to adjust.I may be the one on my knees, but there’s no mistaking who’s in control when his head falls back with a groan, the column of his throat bouncing when he swallows.
“Fuck, baby.You’re so good at that.Look at you.So beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”
His praise makes me feel powerful and capable of turning this strong man to mush.
After a few more bobs of my head, his hold on my hair tightens, and he lifts me off himself.
“Stand up,” he rasps, dragging me forward until I practically fall onto his lap.He finds my center with his fingers, dipping in and out.“That’s my girl.So wet for me.”
My brain short-circuits from being calledhis.It means nothing—only a quiet endearment muttered in the throes of passion—but damn, I love it anyway.What would it be like to be his, not just for a few weeks, but for longer?Maybe even forever…
Chloe, don’t go there.
Bracing my knees on either side of his hips, I lower myself onto his shaft, forcing breath into my lungs as my body stretches to accommodate his size.
He murmurs words of encouragement as I begin to ride him, his hips thrusting up to meet mine.He slips a hand between our bodies, finding my clit with his thumb, making soft circles.Yes.Yes.Yes.
Ethan’s teeth skate along my collarbone, his head dipping to flick his tongue across my nipple.
“I’m close…” I tell him.If he keeps going, I’m going to break.“Yes… Ethan?—”
He lets go of my nipple with apopand stills his fingers.
“What the hell?”I gasp.The pleasure I’ve been chasing is right there, just out of reach.
His lips curl into a handsome smile.“What’s wrong, Chloe?Is there something you want?”
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