Page 22 of Cut Deeper

“That’s why you’re alive.”

His lips moved down my neck before his tongue slid back to my ear. He caught my earlobe between his teeth and sucked. His fingers moved in and out. The washcloth was forgotten as his hand moved to my breast.

I moved my hand behind me and felt his cock jerk as I wrapped my fingers around it. The only sounds were the birds outside and our heavy breathing. I twisted my head around and he didn’t hesitate. His lips found mine.

For all the violence downstairs, his kiss was soft and exploratory.

More. I needed more.

I turned around, releasing his cock as his hands wrapped around my waist to help me sit on him. I settled on his thighs, leaving his cock between us.

He wrapped his fingers around my neck and drew me toward him, lips parting before they reached mine. I rested my hands on his shoulders, feeling his strength. It reminded me of what he’d said about safety. There was safety in numbers too.

My eyes closed as I kissed him. Hot breath merging before our tongues tangled together. His fingers moved down my back and rested on my arse.

“Protection,” he murmured.

I opened my eyes, uncertain for a moment. My thumbs moved in circles against his neck.

“I had a hysterectomy,” I said, glancing away.

“All the better,” he murmured, raising me until my breasts hovered over his face.

I relaxed again as his mouth closed around my nipple. I shifted my hips, grinding against his cock.

I had my reasons for never wanting to bring a child into this world, but I wondered what his were.

He sucked hard, swirling his tongue around my nipple until I moaned and reached down for his cock. I guided him toward me.

“Yeah, go on. Sit on my cock,” he said, kissing my chest.

I rubbed the tip against me before sinking down onto him. No wonder he’d called Gareth a pencil dick. He packed a wallop. Ask Eva.

My fingers gripped his shoulders as I raised myself up a few inches before pushing down hard until I felt him fill me. His head tipped back and he hissed.

“Give me that cunt, Anne,” he growled, hands tightening around my waist.

Without warning he began to pump me up and down his cock, thrusting up to meet me each time. He sank lower and I spread my thighs wide, knees touching the bottom of the bath as he bounced me on his dick.

“Yes, right there,” I moaned as he hit deep.

My breasts bounced as I increased the pace.

“Yeah? You like that cock, huh?”

Stupid question. But I nodded, panting as I slammed down on him.

Fucking Dr Ethan Hammond.

Yes.

His fingers shifted and he rubbed my arsehole.

“Are you a little backdoor slut, Anne?” he asked, holding me down on his cock until my pussy clenched around him.

“What do you think?” I gasped.

He smirked and pressed his finger against me. I closed my eyes as he forced me open, pushing inside until I ground down on him.