“That’s my good little brat.” Ethan…praises? I’m not sure which one it is but it makes me even wetter. Especially when he lets go of my hands. “I’m going to eat this sweet pussy again. If your hands move—I stop. Understand?”
“Fine.” I grind out, squirming a little. It’s going to be hard to keep my hands to myself.
His mouth meets my pussy, and I arch off the bed, my hands flying to his head without my permission.
Oops.
He looks at me, brow raised. “Little Bird…”
“You’re mean,” I pout, putting my hands back up. It’s not my fault my hands have a mind of their own.
“See if you still feel that way in a few minutes.” He smirks before lowering himself again. Fuck, that feels good. His tongue licks and sucks at me, and even though my fingers twitch, itching to reach for his hair, I manage to keep them above my head.
Except for when I come.
My orgasm shatters through me, and I don’t even realize what I’ve done until the waves of pleasure ebb, and Ethan has me pinned to the mattress, hovering over me.
“Bad brat,” he admonishes. “You broke the rules.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I challenge, wondering what the hell has gotten into me.
“I was gonna let you suck me off if you were good,” he grins, “but it looks like we have to skip that step now.”
My jaw drops. I would have loved to suck his dick. “Whatcomes next then?”
“This.” He sits back, rubbing his bare cock through my soaking pussy. A shiver runs through me. “Are you ready?”
I nod, and in the next instant, he’s sliding all the way in. It gets easier every time I have sex, and there’s no burn at all this time as his hard cock fully seats inside me.
“Ah, Ethan!” I cry out, my head falling back as my arms wrap around his neck.
“Fuck…” he grinds out as he draws back, and then plunges into me again. “How do you feel so damn good?”
I don’t have a response, because every time he enters me, my brain suddenly goes fuzzy.
“Have you presented for anyone yet?” he gasps, and I shake my head. Nobody has asked me to. “Then,” his voice is rough as he fully withdraws and sits back on his knees. “Present for your alpha.”
Something instinctual takes over as I roll over onto all fours, pressing my face into the mattress.
Ethan rumbles in appreciation as both his hands grasp my ass cheeks. He runs his palms over them lovingly, before spreading them wide. “What a pretty pussy, Little Bird. So wet and ready for me. What about this hole, huh?” he swipes his fingers through my slick, before dragging them back up to my ass. I suppress a shiver at the contact. “You want one of us to take you here while the other fucks that perfect pussy, hm?”
Why do his words make me run hot? I already knew it was a thing, especially during heats, but having him touch methere, now…I arch my back deeper, sending my ass further up in the air.
“Ethan…” my voice comes out a desperate plea.
“Color?” His voice is raspy as his finger continues to massage me.
“Green.”
“That’s my girl,” he praises, before his touch briefly leaves my ass, and I feel his cock line up with my pussy.
A small whimper leaves me as he pushes all the way in, the angle pressing deeper inside me than I’ve ever felt before.
It feels so damn good.
“Gods, you’re perfect,” he groans, bending over me until his chest is flush with my back. For a moment, he just sits there, his cock throbbing inside me. “Just…give me a second,” he gasps. “I’m afraid this won’t last very long if I move too soon.”
“That’s okay.” My voice is nearly a whisper. Being stretched full like this, with his body weight on me…I could probably fall asleep right now.
