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He grabbed the sheet. “Roll on your stomach. I’ll start with your back.”
As I rolled, I noticed he didn’t look. Totally respectful.
His hands were on my back before I could properly settle myself. I knew he had strong, large hands, but damn. One hand took up half my back.
He immediately went to work. “Peach, why do you have so many scars?”
“I’m a fighter.”And I was in a nasty relationship.
“You were a fighter. You will never do that again.” He put pressure on a particularly painful knot that I had since the night Judy knocked me out.
“Still am. Once they open the Underground back up, I’m gonna sign up for some fights.” I pushed up to argue.
His hand pushed me back down. “No. You have all the money you will ever need. Why risk yourself?”
“It’s a part of me. It’s not just about the money.”
“Well, the Underground may remain closed forever.” He went back to gliding his hands across my skin. “Now, shush, and let me work my magic.”
I fell into a trance. His hands were incredible. At some point, he grabbed an oil that smelled of peaches. The warmth and the way his hands slid was encaptivating.
Every time he finished with an area, he put a heated cloth over it. He massaged my arms, hands, and scalp. I melted under his touch. His hands stopped at the top of my ass.Don’t stop!
“Can I remove this towel? I won’t touch you inappropriately.” he asked.
“Yes,” I moaned. He could have asked for the world, and I would have handed it to him.
Never had I been so relaxed. Never had I felt so comfortable being so exposed. He had me. Had all of me. It started the moment I walked past him the day of the fight with Big Booty Judy. The fact that such a strong, badass man could be so gentle with me was a miracle. He treated me like an egg he was afraid to drop.
I was worried he would ask me to flip over. As much as I wanted him to massage my front, I didn’t want him to see the scar. With the towel gone, the BB would be visible even in the dim light.
He moved onto my feet. At first, it tickled, and I tried hard not to laugh or flinch. He must have noticed because he started rubbing harder. His fingers pushed into my heel. Damn, it felt so good.
Then his hands glided up my calves. My pussy throbbed. I needed his touch. At this point, I was pretty sure the sheet was gone. His hands moved up closer.
A small moan escaped my lips, then another. I spread my legs ever so slightly. Maybe if he saw how wet he was making me, he would touch me. His hand went all the way to my center, stopped, and went back down.
I moaned louder trying to get his attention. My pussy ached from need. Ethan went right past my center and grabbed my ass.
His hands kneaded my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my hole then pushed them back together. Ethan was torturing me. He had to see how wet I was. He had to hear my moans. Shit, he had to feel the sexual tension in the air.
I spread my legs further apart. He growled.Finally, touch my pussy.
“Peach, you are making it difficult to be professional.” He squeezed my ass.
“Then don’t,” I moaned.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Say what?” I asked shyly.
“Say you want me to touch you. Beg me to make you cum. Demand I lick that tight cunt of yours.” He separated my ass cheeks. His fingers were so close to my asshole. Fuck I wanted him to play with it.
“Please, Ethan. Please touch me. Make me yours. Lick this cunt and claim it as yours.” I was barely breathing. At the moment, he could have told me to say anything, and I would have. I knew my pussy was dripping all over the table, and I didn’t care. I just wanted to cum.
His finger grazed my asshole, making its way down to my pussy. He swirled his finger in my juices and went back to my asshole. With his wet finger he slide the tip into my ass. Fuck, I had never experienced something so wickedly delicious. He slowly fingered my ass, each time going a little deeper.
Without warning, he climbed onto the table with his finger still in my ass. Had I not felt the weight distribution I wouldn’t have realized it. His tongue ran down my slit.
