“Yes, please,” I purred, straining against his touch, “more than anything.”
Ethan was being deliberately gentle, and it was pissing me off. Right now, gentle could fuck all the way off. I wanted rough. I wanted hard. I wanted it all. And I wanted it with him.
“If you continue to be good for me, I’ll let you come,” Ethan dangled an orgasm like sexual bait over my head. “But if you’re a bad girl,” he punctuated the point with his palm against my reddened ass once again, “I won’t let you come.”
When I didn’t answer right away, Ethan gave my backside another quick pop.
My pride tried to overcome my lust, and I growled like a wild cat, squirming and struggling to get away from him.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you’ll be my good girl, and I’ll finger fuck you and make you come. Otherwise, I’ll leave you dripping wet and unsatisfied.”
I hated him for making me beg, but I was too far gone to fight it. “I’ll be good,” I readily agreed, willing to do all manner of depraved things for him, if he’d just push me over euphoria’s steep ledge so I could break into a million, frenetic pieces.
“I don’t believe you,” Ethan returned, edging me even slower and with less pressure than before.
“I’ll be good, God damn it!” I hissed angrily through gritted teeth. It felt like I was crawling out my skin. Nothing shy of pure bliss would make me whole again.
Ethan’s fingers stopped working my clit altogether. “I said, I don’t believe you,” he repeated, dipping into the well of my pussy, which made a humiliating squelching sound as his finger plunged into my core. “Based on how wet you are, Millie, I’d say you’d better do exactly as I say, or it’s going to be one long, uncomfortable night. Do we understand one another?”
That bastard! Well, he wasn’t the only one who could play dirty. I might be a virgin, but I wasn’t completely ignorant about men. Lucky for me, I was in the perfect position to show him what I did know.
Shifting my body weight as best as I could, I freed one of my hands that was propping me up and prepared to make my move.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Millie,” Ethan groaned thickly. “I don’t think I could fit anything bigger than a single finger into this tight little cunt of yours.”
Stroking my slit with a second digit, the galling man teased at the possibility of spreading me wider. Biting my lip against his skilled assault, I tried to thrust my hips into his fingers in hopes of impaling them deep.
Anticipating my awkward attempt, Ethan chuckled and pulled back his hand. I heard him noisily suckling on his fingers, and I nearly whited-out with desire at the thought of him savoring my juices.
“So fucking delicious,” Ethan cooed, making a meal of my glistening juice, as I turned to watch him through hooded eyes. “I could lick that pussy of yours all day long, Princess.”
Remembering what I was doing before he’d so thoroughly distracted me, I snaked a hand between us. Finding the steel pipe in his pants wasn’t exactly difficult. Fisting the massive python with my palm, I began to stroke Ethan through the denim material as I hummed in time with my firm strokes.
“Fuck, Millie, what are you doing?” My tormentor demanded, his body completely rigid as his hips bucked into my hand.
Tossing him a saucy look, I said, “What I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, Ethan.”
An expression of pure animal need ripped across Ethan’s handsome face then. His grey-blue eyes met mine as I continued to work his shaft through the stiff, jean material. He didn’t stop me, which emboldened me all the more. On one particularly rough upstroke, I snagged the zipper and quickly dragged it down before he could determine what I was doing.
Reaching inside, I threaded my fingers through the slit of his boxers. My skin on his felt amazing. But I wanted,needed, more. I needed him somewhere more sensitive. More intimate. Inside of me in the way I’d never let anyone inside before.
“Millie, you have to stop,” Ethan warned, as I pumped his hard, meaty shaft in my hand. The damn thing was so thick, I couldn’t even fit my fingers all the way around its fat circumference.
Ignoring his warning, I continued forward. In for a penny, in for a pound. Right?
Scooching back, I grew even more bold. My ass in the air, I lined myself up for something I’d fantasized about for what seemed like eons: Ethan’s fat cock in my mouth. Just the thought of sucking the man off made me salivate.
My hot breath trailed down his ultra-sensitive skin, alongside the dangling, wet strands of my hair. Clutching him like the most valuable prize in the world, I sank my head down and swallowed him whole.
Well, maybe not all of him. I got the bulbous head of his cock, plus a couple beefy inches of his shaft, inside my mouth before I began to choke from the large obstruction.
“Fuck, babe, stop before you hurt yourself! Ethan cautioned, fisting his hands in my messy hair so he could watch my face as I worked him over.
Ignoring his warning, I dove back in. I had to taste him. Savor his personal flavor on my tongue. Feel him in my mouth.
A sharp hiss escaped Ethan’s lips as I choked down his massive rod once more. This time, I was able to swallow him down deeper without activating my gag reflex. My hot tongue glided smoothly up and down his hotter shaft severaltimes before he snarled his fingers in my hair and stayed my pulsing movements.
“Enough!” He barked. Getting to his feet, Ethan took me with him, carrying me like I was a doll. Eating up the space between his bed and the couch, he set me onto the mattress with a purpose.
