Shivering, I reveled in his dominance. I wanted his rough hands on me. Wanted him to toss me about, prise my thighs apart, and dive into my sopping center with animalistic intent.
“I’m doing this for your own good, Millie,” Ethan explained aloud, perhaps as much for himself as for me.
Standing back, Ethan’s heated gaze roved over my naked form. Until this moment, I wasn’t self-conscious about my nudity. I’d been too turned on to care. Now, I fought the urge to cover my breasts and belly with my arms so he couldn’t see my flaws.
Anticipating my move, Ethan shook his head. “Don’t you dare think about covering up. Tonight, I want to see everything. Touch everywhere. Taste all of you.”
My body began to quiver with both longing and fear. I wanted this more than I wanted anything. But I was also afraid. I’d never been with a man before. After getting a glimpse of what Ethan was packing, the thought of his cock thrusting inside of me was more than a little daunting.
“Open your legs,” Ethan ordered then, and I slowly complied.
Like the petals of a newly bloomed flower, my thighs parted so he could see the dewy, soft pink of my center.
“So fucking beautiful,” Ethan murmured, as he reached out and stroked my dripping passage. “I’m about to make that clean pussy of yours very dirty, Millie. Do you understand?”
Biting my lower lip, I whispered, “Yes.”
“There’ll be no going back once I start,” he explained, as he roughly shed his sweater.
This time, it was my turn to ogle him. Damn, Ethan was hot! Few twenty-year-olds had a body like his. It seemed purely sculpted from stone. His shoulders were wide like a lineman, his chest defined like a bodybuilder’s with the biceps to match, and his waist was narrow and trim, leading down to a deep V that dipped below his waistband.
Wasting no time, Ethan stepped out of his pants and shucked off his boxers. That fat rod between his legs was so hard, it stood as tall and proud as any soldier at attention ever did. Giving it a rough tug now, a glob of precum beaded at the tip, beckoning me to come taste the viscous fluid and suck it clean.
“I’m not sure you’re ready to handle this yet, Millie,” Ethan indicated the impressive shaft in his hand, “but we can’t afford to wait. To keep you safe, I’ve got to take you, baby. I need to claim and knot you. This has to happen. And it has to happen tonight or your scent will draw in every male for a fifty-mile radius. They’ll be knocking down my fucking door just to get inside that sweet pussy of yours. They won’t be able to control themselves once they get a whiff. And once they get a taste,” he paused as he stroked himself hard and a string of pearly fluid jetted from his slit, “they’ll kill for it. For you. Just like I will.”
I shivered at his dark words. I didn’t care why it happened.Just that it did. Ethan absolutely had to fuck me. To not do so would be cruel after everything we’d shared tonight.
“I’m ready,” I confidently responded, though I really had no idea what knotting even was.
Either way, I was about to find out and there was no turning back.
CHAPTER 5
Millie
Ethan climbed lithely onto the bed and spread my knees apart. “Lean back, babe. I’m going to get you nice and slick before I give you my cock. After fingering your pussy, I can tell just how tight you are. The more slick I can get you to produce, the easier it will be.”
“Slick?” I repeated, confusion rife in my voice.
Ethan traced my soaked seam with his thumb. “That’s what this is,” he spoke gruffly, dipping a finger into the creamy well. “This intoxicating cunt of yours is trying to get ready for me, Millie. To do that, it produces slick to coat your inner walls with as much as possible so that I can slide right inside your tight core and knot you. It smells fucking amazing and makes my cock harder than stone. Wares can’t ignore the scent. It’s unreal. Unlike anything else in the world. It’s a straight-up adrenaline shot to our libidos andmakes us do all manner of crazy shit to get to you. To claim you.”
Taking my hand, Ethan brought my hand to the base of his cock.
“Do you feel that?” He asked.
Ignoring how hard my heart was beating, I tried to focus. There were small lumps on the base of Ethan’s cock that I hadn’t noticed before. His jeans and underwear must have been covering them when I was blowing him earlier.
“I feel it,” I said, even more enthralled with his beautiful body than I already was.
Ethan bucked into my hand and let the nodules move across my skin. “That’s called my knot, Millie. Right before I cum, my knot swells and hardens. It locks me inside of you so that it traps all my seed deep in your womb.”
It sounded so dirty, but also incredibly enticing. “Does it hurt?” I asked in awe, after I realized he’d used the word “swelled”. After all, Ethan was already far bigger than any human male I’d seen before. Any bigger and he might actually hurt me.
“It will,” Ethan spoke honestly. “But after I break you in a bit, it’s going to feel fucking amazing.”
I wanted that. For him to knot me and make me feel good. I’d felt bad for so long. I deserved this pleasure. I deserved this happiness. And I deserved it with Ethan.
“Let’s do it,” I said at the end of an audible exhale.
