Page 86 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"Fuck me," I say softly, reaching up and grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck. "Fuck me now."

"So demanding," he grunts.

I watch as he pulls off his pants, his fingers moving up and down on his cock, making him harder and harder. He opens my legs and runs two fingers down my slit and my body starts trembling.

"You're so fucking hot," he says, as he positions his and slowly thrusts inside of me. He looks down into my eyes and kisses my lips. "I love being inside of you," he says, growling and I reach up and squeeze his ass cheeks and wrap my legs around his waist.

"I love you being inside of me as well, Ethan," I groan as he moves faster and faster and I can feel my breasts bouncing up and down.

"Fuck," he says. "Why does this feel so good? It's never felt like this before for me," he says, as he increases his pace.

"It's never felt like this for me either," I say, looking up at him.

His eyes are glowing as he stares down at me. There's a smile on his face and I can feel my heart racing. I reach up and touch his chest and I can feel his heart racing too.

"Oh, yes," he grunts. "Oh fuck," he says as he clasps my hands to his. "Oh, Sarah. Yes."

"Me too," I say loudly, my lips parted as I stare at him. I just can't hold it in anymore.

"You too?" He says, leaning down and kissing my lips and then my cheek.

"I love you, Ethan. I love you, too. I'm falling for you. Maybe I've already fallen for you, but…”

“Fuck," he says, as he stills slightly and then slams into me hard two more times.

He pulls out and I feel him cumming all over my stomach.

"Fuck," he says again.

"It's okay," I giggle, thinking he's saying the words because I haven't cum yet. "You can get hard again and fuck me again until I cum. I don't always have to cum before you."

He rolls onto his back and I see that he's closed his eyes. I frown slightly as I glance over at him.

"Ethan?"

He opens his eyes slowly and glances at me. There's a bleak look in them. "I don't love you, Sarah. I already told you I'm not looking for an emotional entanglement right now." He jumps up and grabs his top and boxers as my heart breaks. "Look, I'm sorry. I got to go. Will you be okay?"

"I'm fine," I say, as coldness fills me.

I'm not going to cry. Not in front of him. I'm not going to let him see how hurt I am.

"Look, I'm sorry. We can talk later if you want, but..."

"No, it's fine. Go," I say. "I was just saying that because we were making love and my head is still pounding and I wasn't in my right mind. I don't really love you. I was just..." I bite down on my lower lip and turn away from him. "You should go."

"Sarah, I..."

"It doesn't matter. You know I'm a hot mess. You know I'm emotional. It's fine. Go."

He walks to the door, stops and looks back at me. I turn over and look at him. "Please text me or call me if you need anything," he says. "Okay?"

I nod and don't respond. He sighs and walks out the door. I close my eyes as I wait for him to leave. Once I hear my apartment door closing, I burst into tears. I can't believe I told him I love him. I really am an idiot. I can't believe that he reacted that way. I can't believe that I got it so wrong.

My heart feels like it's never going to be the same, and I just don't even trust the feelings in my brain or my head. How could he have looked at me with such love when obviously he felt nothing close to it?

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