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“Ethan,” I plead. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
He circles my clit with his thumb faster and faster. “You keep begging, and I won’t last much longer.”
My legs tremble, barely holding me up.
He shifts from passionately rough toDom. He grips my neck and yanks me to his chest. His thrusts are deliberate, controlled, deep.
I fist his hair and ride out the storm, whimpering and moaning.
“Come on my cock, baby girl. Give it to me.”
My eyes fall shut, and my forehead drops to his shoulder. He pounds relentlessly, and I explode around him, screaming in pleasure. My pussy clenches, and ecstasy shoots through my veins.
He hisses as he draws air through his teeth. “So fucking tight and wet.” His arms encircle me possessively, and his thrusts become erratic. He slams into me one last time with a rumbling “Fuck!” and his thick cock jerks deep inside me, prolonging my orgasm.
I return to reality with his hand cupping the back of my head, his fingers intertwined in my hair and his lips on mine. Dominant, yet gentle.
NINE
ETHAN
So that happened.
And I can’t find it in myself to regret it. Maybe that makes me a terrible person, but my marriage was dead years ago.
This isn’t some revenge plot. I never expected this, nor did I plan to screw around while in LA.
Aurora is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
The woman of all my desires rests on my chest, soft and affectionate, and a part of me wants this moment to last forever—although I know it can’t.
I’m still trying to catch my breath and recover from the most incredible post-sex high I can remember. My mind is spinning, blown away by how beautifully she responds to me. Few women truly crave dominance the way she does.
My wife doesn’t. She views my behavior as chauvinistic and abhors anything outside of vanilla sex. To put it bluntly, she lacksanyenthusiasm for sex. At least with me. Who knows what shit she’s into with the prick she fucks behind my back.
I can’t deny I want to experience this with Aurora again, particularly the part where I’m inside her. She reignited a flame I extinguished long ago.
My thoughts stray to the different ways we could have fun together, and not only in the bedroom. It’s not solely about sex—though that was fucking phenomenal. It’s about being wanted and desired.
Needed.
I brush her cheek with the back of my knuckles. She’s still flushed, her eyes half-lidded, her lips swollen and red.
My dick takes notice, ready for another round. “Where do we go from here, pretty girl?”
She stiffens in my arms before sitting up on my lap. “What do you mean?”
My greedy gaze lowers to her perfect tits, down to her tight stomach, and further to her smooth pussy. I twitch inside her. Yeah, I want more of this. Fuck, I wish I didn’t have a meeting early in the morning.
I struggle to brush aside my lust-fueled thoughts and focus on the question at hand. Where do I go from here? Not returning to my estranged wife, that’s for damn sure. But how do I tell a twenty-something-year-old escort I met merely hours ago that I want more?
She’ll think I’m crazy.
Iamcrazy for thinking this.
“How does this work? To see you, do I schedule with your agency?” I pinch her nipple, and her walls squeeze around my already thickening length. “Fuck, you’re unreal.”
She whimpers, feminine and erotic. “Yes, you book through the website.”