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Ethan

"Your wish is my command." I immediately strip in the middle of the room, kicking my pants and underwear to the side so fast, Brynn gasps. Or, at least, I assume the gasp is due to my speed, but the way she's staring at my package has me preening like a damn peacock.

Remembering how her walls gripped my finger, I pump my shaft twice, desperate to alleviate the built-up tension as I stare at her gorgeous, curvy body.

Brynn licks her perfect lips, and my already hard cock sticks straight out like he's straining for his target, as needy for Brynn as I am.

He's already weeping with the desire to be inside her warm, wet pussy.

Brynn slides off the counter and walks toward me, her pillowy tits on full erotic display, her hips swaying as she looks at me from beneath her long lashes.

She pulls my shirt up and I finish the job, tossing it to the side as she loops her hand around my neck.

Her fingers tangle in the short hair at the nape, and I shiver.

I want Brynn's hands on me at all times, and vice versa.

I'm obsessed with her. Nothing makes me happier than being near her, pleasing her, hearing her laugh, and especially hearing her moan.

This woman has the power to destroy me, and instead of scaring me away, I'd gladly tear my heart from my chest to lay it at her feet if she asked for it.

Brynn's dark eyes search my face, reflecting my own vulnerability, and I want to reassure her I'm not going anywhere.

But then her soft lips land on mine, and all thoughts of talking go out the window.

I wrap my arms around her waist and grab her ass with both hands to pull her to me.

"Mine," I say with a desperate, throaty murmur as I explore her body.

Caressing her curves, I silently communicate everything she isn't ready to hear out loud yet.

I kiss her, swirling my tongue with hers and let her taste herself on me. She moans, only breaking our kiss to stare at my chest.

Writer's block has afforded me a lot of time in my home gym, a fact I'm suddenly grateful for as her mouth makes a little "o" shape when I flex. "Sexy, crazy man," she mumbles, her hands roaming over my pecs and tracing the lines of my biceps.

I wonder if she realizes she's talking out loud.

Doesn't matter. I know I'm crazy. Crazy for this sassy, quirky, funny bombshell who was custom made for me.

Hell, even I couldn't have put together a more perfect woman.

I didn't even know what I wanted until I found Brynn.

It's been a long-running family joke that my brother is most likely to carry on the family name.

I don't catch feelings easily, I've never brought a girl home to meet my parents, and I've never ever been in love.

At least, not before yesterday.

"I need you." I walk Brynn backward, and she gives me a sexy grin before heading up the small staircase to her loft.

As she reaches the third step, my face is eye-level with her round heart-shaped ass, and I grab her hips, stalling her in place.

She sways, planting both hands on the step in front of her to steady herself, looking back at me over her shoulder questioningly.

I lean forward, nipping at her ass cheek, then soothe the mark with my tongue before moving to the other side.

"I could spend a lifetime worshipping your ass, Brynn," I breathe against her skin, her honeysuckle scent already committed to memory and filed under, "home" in my brain. I lower my mouth to her slit and run my tongue from front to back.

"Oh. My. God," Brynn pants, and then she squirms. "Wait, no, Ethan!

I need your cock," she whines like a pouty little princess, and I release a feral growl, swatting at her ass as I chase her up the stairs.

I have to duck when I get to the top step, crouching to watch Brynn crawl onto the queen-size bed.

"We're staying at my house tonight," I warn, narrowly missing the ceiling as I make my way to her bed.

Brynn either ignores my comment or doesn't hear me at all. She's preoccupied staring at my cock.

"Gimme, gimme, gimme!"

I chuckle. Fucking adorable. Brynn's hand grips my hard shaft as I crawl up her body, hovering over her on all fours.

She pumps twice, twisting slightly at the head of my cock until I'm moaning above her.

She palms my balls with her other hand, massaging them as she works my cock, and I lean forward, placing my forehead to hers as she jerks me off.

"Fuuuuck." When I open my eyes, my gaze lands on her full tits.

Her nipples are pebbled, and I lean forward.

I lave her hardened buds with my tongue, one after another until they pucker.

I pull back, admiring the wet rings around her swollen nipples, and she takes the opportunity to shimmy down the bed underneath me.

When her mouth lands on my cock, warm and willing, I have to plant both hands into the mattress to keep from rutting into her like an animal.

"Fuck, yes. Fuck!" I grit out, ready to spill my load down her throat, but equally desperate to hold back. "Baby, I need your pussy."

Brynn comes off my cock with a loud pop, and I pull her up the bed for a kiss. We're both breathing hard when we finally part.

"I'm on birth control and haven't been with anyone in...too fucking long." Brynn runs her hands up and down my back as she watches me. "I was tested at my last appointment and I'm clean."

"Me too. I haven't been with anyone in years," I admit, and her eyebrows lift in surprise. "I don't want anything between us, but I'll wear a condom if you aren't ready."

Brynn lifts her leg to wrap it around my waist, and she reaches for my cock, notching me at her entrance in answer to my question. She bites her lip, desperation and lust warring with each other in her eyes.

Fuck, yes. I never want anything between us. Ever. I momentarily wonder how long she plans to stay on birth control and if she wants kids. I never thought I wanted them, but now, I'm consumed with a feral desire to see Brynn's belly swell with my baby.

Not going to let that level of crazy out just yet.

I run my cock through her dripping release, coating myself in her honey before notching my cock at her entrance. Brynn wraps her other leg around my hip and uses her heels against my ass, urging me forward like a horse.

Giddy up, baby.

I lock eyes with her, and the vixen grins at me. I've never seen anything more beautiful or sexy in my life, and I drive into her with one long thrust. Her mouth falls open, she grips my shoulders, breathing hard as we both moan from the joining of our bodies.

"Oh yes," she says on a long breath.

"You feel so good." I pull out slightly, thrusting back in, and she arches from the bed, driving her hips against mine to meet my thrust. "You like it, baby?"

"Yes, oh god, yes," Brynn ends on a whimper as I begin to circle my hips, watching her responses as I learn her body.

Her thighs grip my waist as she moves against me.

She moans loudly as I bottom out and grind against her clit.

I shift one of her legs up higher, and she cries out as I hit a spot deep inside.

"There it is. Is that it, Brynn?" I ask, and she nods, moaning as she rolls her head back and forth across the mattress like she doesn't know what sensation to focus on first. I pull her leg closer, reaching between us to squeeze a nipple since she seemed to need a bit of pain when I was going down on her earlier.

"Oh fuck, Ethan!" Brynn calls out, and then moans her appreciation as she trails off into a garbled mess.

"I like when you say my name, Brynn," I growl, getting closer to her ear. "You are mine, and I will destroy anyone who tries to take you away from me." Brynn whimpers in response, her eyes rolling back as her pussy squeezes my cock like a vice.

The thought of Brynn with anyone else drives me insane, and I pump into her, desperate to mark her with my scent. I want to fill her with my seed and warn away any other man who thinks he has a chance against me.

"You're so fucking sexy, Brynn." I snap my hips against her, thrusting in and out of her wet, warm pussy.

"Oh god, yes, yes, yes!" Her words come out labored, her skin flushes, and she grinds against me, close to release but needing something more.

"You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine." I chant the word over and over, emphasizing it with each thrust into her pussy, and she strangles my cock with her muscles as she whimpers and moans around me.

"Say it, Brynn. Say you're mine!" I demand, fucking her with the same intensity consuming my body, heart, and soul since I locked eyes with her yesterday.

She mumbles incoherently, and I reach between us and slide my hand across her lower stomach, flattening it between us until I can reach her clit with my thumb.

I brush my thumb across once, and she arches off the bed.

"Oh god, please, more. Yes, yes!" Brynn begs me, widening her legs as she thrusts against me erratically, chasing her pleasure.

"You're mine," I demand, flicking over her clit once, twice, but not pushing hard enough to give her what she needs.

"Oh god," Brynn whimpers. "Right there, please, please," Brynn begs, practically sobbing as I edge her.

I can't take her misery; instead, I increase my pace, filling her with my cock, and then I use my thumb and grind circles into her clit.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Brynn sobs out her release, her pussy milking me as I follow her over the edge.

"Oh, god. Mine!" I yell, thrusting in as I try to get my cum as deep inside her as possible. She said she was on birth control, but it's not always effective, so I vow not to waste any opportunity to get her pregnant from here on out.

We collapse together, panting heavily as we come down from a blissful orgasm high. I shift to her side and pull back, tracing her cheekbone with my finger as I brush a long strand of hair out of her eyes.

She looks at me with guarded caution. "You invited me in," I say simply.

"What, like you're a vampire? I can invite your ass back out any time I want," Brynn counters, but the corner of her mouth twitches, despite the slight wariness in her eyes.

I grin, enjoying her mouthy playfulness. "Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me?"

Brynn looks away, but I pull her chin back, forcing her to stay connected. "You're a runner, aren't you?" I ask.

She lets out a huff. "I don't really enjoy any exercise," she quips, but she doesn't deny it. I decide it's a conversation that can wait. I pull her into me, and she rests her cheek against my chest. I put my mouth to her hair, breathing in her scent.

"My heart is yours," I whisper and then let the exhaustion overtake me.

She can run all she wants. I'm not letting her get away.