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“Fuck.” He slips inside my panties and runs a finger through my arousal. “You’re soaked for me.”
I release a needy whimper, and he abruptly withdraws, leaving me dumbfounded.
“We need to go, baby girl, before I fuck you right here, and I doubt your ex would appreciate that.”
After adjusting himself, he fixes his clothes and bangs out a quick text. Then, I’m in his powerful arms, and he carries me out of our booth, setting me on my feet. He nearly drags me through the room, my five-inch heels clicking a rapid rhythm on the hardwood.
Ethan opens the back door before the chauffeur can even round the front of the limo, and I scramble inside.
He tells the driver to “take a long route,” and the door closes behind him.
The privacy glass rises and the music turns up, drowning out the noise of the moving vehicle. It’s a pop song, one of my favorites, but all my attention is on the formidable man before me.
After flinging his jacket, he guides me onto his lap, positioning me to straddle him. “Can I take this off?”
I nod, and he lifts my dress over my head with surprising tenderness for a man his size.
“Fuck, you’re stunning.” He pauses to admire my body, as if I’m the hottest thing he has ever seen. “Goddamn perfection. I want you so fucking bad.” He flexes his hips to drive the point home.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I reach behind me and unsnap my bra, tossing it aside. My breasts aren’t huge by any means. They’re adequate for modeling, and no one has ever complained. But the way Ethan stares at me, you’d think I was aPlayboycenterfold. I’ve never felt as confident or desired. And his size—he makes me feel tiny and safe.
He palms both breasts with his massive hands and takes my nipple into his mouth like he can’t wait another second. He sucks and bites each one until I’m tugging at his hair and grinding against him.
“Ethan,” I whimper.Jesus, give it to me.
He releases my nipple, grazing his teeth, and desire erupts low in my belly.
“Panties.” His tone is commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.
I crouch, slip my panties off, and kick them free while he deals with his pants and puts on a condom.
There’s something about sex with a man who’s desperate and fully clothed, especially when he’s wearing a suit.
Ethan grasps my hips, settling me onto his lap. I take his thick shaft in one hand and cup his nape with the other. I position myself over him and ease down his impressive length. Even though I’m wet from him teasing me, it’s still a stretch, and we both groan at the pleasure of him filling me.
He clutches my ass and slams into me. “So fucking tight.” My breasts bounce and draw his hungry gaze. He growls, actually growls, and does it again, plunging deeper. “Fuck, you take me so well.”
I swear, he’s rearranging my organs—in the best of ways. I grip his nape, nails digging into his skin, and bite my lip in an attempt to remain quiet.
He’s incredible, every pleasurable inch of him.
Feral, intense eyes find mine. “I don’t care if the entire city hears you. I wanna hear you scream for me.”
To make sure I understand, he pinches my nipple—hard. My neck arches, and my head drops back. Whimpers become sharp cries when he angles his hips, reaching impossibly deep.
A stinging slap on my ass breaks me from the pleasure-pain haze.
“Ride me, baby.” His voice is full of gravel and winded from the rough fuck he has been giving.
I place my hands on his thighs behind me and spread my knees wider, working his shaft. Callused palms caress from my waist to my breasts and back, eliciting a shiver down my spine.
His penetrating gaze fixates on our intertwined bodies, and he watches as his thick cock fucks and stretches my bare pussy. “You’re too fucking hot.” His fingertips press into my hips, taking claim and leaving his mark. “You feel like heaven and look like sin.”
His words are maddening, and his touch drives me to the edge. His mouth and hands are everywhere, dominating and firm. He wraps my ponytail around his fist, biting my neck. Collarbone. Nipples.
Not letting me take control for long, he clutches my ass, rutting into me, harder and harder.
I’m drunk off him, a mindless fuck doll for this man, and I love every second.