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I’m hard and leaking. I’ve had a merciless erection since kissing her in Central Park. Her touch has me aching, and when she gets my boxers down and her lips wrap around the head of my cock, her tongue flicking the sensitive underside, desire becomes desperation.
“Fuck, baby. Lie back and strip. I need to fill that pretty pussy.”
She does precisely that, gracefully revealing every erotic, stunning inch of her while I nearly fall off the couch, struggling to get my jeans and boxers off in a hurry.
“At some point, I swear, I’m taking my time with you in a bed.”
I push inside her glistening cunt, and her sweet giggle turns into a seductive groan.
“Always so wet for me.” I spread my fingers over her ass and raise her hips to mine as I sink in to the hilt. “God, you fit me like a glove.”
She wraps her legs around my waist. “Finally. Now?—”
A hard thrust has her crying out, her nails digging into my wrists.
“Open that smart mouth other than to scream for me, and you won’t walk straight tomorrow.” I slam into her to emphasize my point because, honestly, if she’s talking, I’m not doing my job right.
“Who’s in control here, Aurora?” I continue my relentless pace, bottoming out with each slap of my hips.
“You.”
That one word unleashes something feral within me. “Good girl.”Thrust. “Always me.”Thrust.“Remember that after you come on my cock.”
City lights shine through the terrace windows, highlighting her smooth, tanned skin and the bounce of her perfectly round breasts with every stroke.
“Fuck…” Her lips part in a silent moan, and she arches her back, deepening the angle. “Ethan.”
She whimpers my name, and my veins alight with ecstasy. I move her legs to my shoulders and pound into her. “Don’t think about leaving me, Aurora,” I say roughly. “It’ll never happen.”
My wild words and our heavy breaths become nothing but primal sounds of pleasure. My gaze alternates between her tits and watching our bodies come together so beautifully. I’m close from her edging me all day, and the sight of her bare pussy stretched around me, taking me so fucking well, has my balls hugging my shaft.
I find her clit, circling my thumb in sync with my thrusts, and her walls tighten.
I suck air through my teeth, hissing, “Damn, baby. You’re going to make me come.”
Her lilting moans turn high-pitched, and her cunt grips me. My knees grow weak, and I collapse over her, careful of her stomach. I fist her hair and bite into her shoulder until she’s coming harder, convulsing around me a second time, soaking my cock.
“Oh God, Ethan,” she cries, her legs trembling around my waist.
“Jesus, fuck, Aurora…” I tuck my face into her neck and grit my teeth. A wave of emotions crash over me with each electrifying jolt. “So fucking good… Holy fucking shit.”
8
AURORA
We descendfrom our post-sex high, catching our breaths. Sudden raindrops batter the windows, the pitter-patter growing louder, obscuring the sounds of the city below.
The downpour blurs the outdoor lights, transforming them into fragmented glimmers that dance across the room. The storm brings a sense of tranquility, and the security of being in Ethan’s arms allows me to relax, fatigue taking hold.
Tomorrow, I have another long day, and I’m pregnant, which leaves me perpetually tired. Add sex with Ethan, and yeah, I’m exhausted.
Yet, my brain won’t shut off, constantly preparing for the next impending fallout, betrayal, or heartbreak. My anxiety and trauma are raising alarm bells, all because the man beside me is quiet.
He’s lying on his back, my head on his chest, his fingers in my hair, a blanket thrown over us. His broody demeanor suggests something is plaguing his mind.
“Are you staying?” I ask. “Tonight?”
He has a team to coach. I know he won’t be here long, but I fear he’s pulling away because we’re getting too close. Or maybe it’s because I refuse to leave with him.