Page 68 of Lovestrung

When his mouth left mine, I gave out a small sound in protest.

“Eyes on me,” he grunted.

I did as he asked. I’d do anything he asked when he had me like this, underneath him and defenseless against his mind blowing torment.

“Yeah, like that.” His lips bared in a predatory smile. “My girl loves this, don’t you? You love the way I fuck you.”

“Yes.” I threw my head back when I felt another finger penetrate me.

“Such a good girl. A good, filthy, beautiful girl,” he panted. “You want my dick now, don’t you?”

“Please, baby. Please.”

“Fucking God, you’re making my dick hard,” he rasped.

I felt his hard cock on my tummy and I gasped when something wet dripped down my navel.

“Cruel Ethan.”

He chuckled and I turned my head when he stilled his movements inside my pussy and reached to the antique trunk next to his bed. When he pulled out four condoms and tossed them on his bed, I bit my lip.

“I’m going to ride you hard, darlin’,” he grinned down at me and tore the foil with his teeth before he sheathed his leaking cock.

“Please,” I whispered, pulsing around his fingers.

He rubbed my clit with his thumb once before he sat back on his haunches, grabbed my hips and raised me up. I reached for the iron bars on his bed behind me and wrapped my legs around his waist, my breath hitching when his cock filled me in one, slow thrust.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded again. I struggled to keep my heavy lids open, but once I met his burning gaze, I couldn’t look away. He started to move, no longer slow and measured, and he did what he promised. He rode me hard, hitting my sweet spot over and over again, while my limbs trembled around him. My breasts ached and bounced, and sweat coursed down my temples, but I didn’t care. I only cared about the way his intense gaze kept mine captive as he took me, and just as I thought he couldn’t go any deeper, he grabbed my right leg from his back and lifted it up on his shoulder.

That’s when I couldn’t hold back, and I arched my back as the orgasm hit me hard, making me cry out in pleasure.

“My beautiful Penelope. Mine,” he grunted, pumping faster as he chased his own release.

As he came, he moaned long and low, the sound hitting me right in my heart, and when his trembling arms gave way and he leaned down to claim my mouth once more, although sweeter this time, my heart sang. He didn’t fall down on top of me but rested an arm next to my head as he kept kissing me softly, nibbling and savoring my lips as his cock glided inside of me. I sighed with joy as I released my strong hold on the bars and wrapped my arms around his neck, running my hands through the silky strands of his hair. The sweet touches on my cheek and neck sent a shiver down my spine.

I could feel him everywhere.

“Best. Morning. Ever,” I grinned in between brushing my lips over his.

I felt his wide smile against me.

“Yeah.”

He leaned back and the soft look he gave me almost made me gasp, it shined so bright.

“Have I ever told you I love your eyes?” I murmured. I reached up, tracing the curve of his eyebrows. “The color changes. They’re not just blue…sometimes, they look like the sky does at night – a mix of dark blue and black.” I cleared the scratchiness from my dry throat as I roamed his face. “Sometimes, they are the brightest blue on a clear summer’s day.”

He tucked his chin, hiding his eyes from me.

“Poetic Penelope,” he teased and gave my finger a nip. The sting didn’t hurt, but it did surprise me, and I jumped, then laughed.

“Shut up.”

He gave me more of his weight and kissed me once again, before he pulled out.

“Back in a minute.”

He winked and went to the bathroom and I sighed as I stared at his retreating back.