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He’s so heavy, so damn big. My body trembles at the thought of how easily he could crush me.

“Why can’t I bear the thought of you leaving?” His voice sends an illicit thrill through my body. I clamp my legs closed so I can produce a touch of friction between my thighs.

Ethan snatches up my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on that tender flesh as he yanks at the waistband of my sweats, dragging them past my hips.

He shoves a hand between my legs, groaning when his hand cups my wet pussy.

Cool air rushes past my lips as he draws in breath, his finger sliding along my seam, causing furious tingles to rush into my core. He smears my juices over every inch of my pussy, toying mercilessly with my bottom lip until it feels bruised from his vicious attention.

And instead of batting him away, or yelling at him to stop, I submit.

As he strokes my pussy, I dig my fingers into the back of his neck. He pushes up just long enough to rip off his sweater and toss it to the rug beside us.

He’s bare chested beneath. I admire his sculpted chest and the trail of dark hair that disappears behind his belt… then he unbuckles it and rips it off, too.

He doesn’t toss to the floor.

He uses it to punish me.

Chapter 28

Ethan

Cassidy shudders under me when I drag off my belt.

My mind is yelling at me to stop. I’m crossing a line, and once I’m on the other side, I’ll never be able to go back. This will change everything… and there’s a part of me that’s convinced it will end in tragedy.

The other part of me doesn’t give a fuck. It’s the baser part of me that cares only about the here-and-now. Instant gratification. The section of my psyche that grabs my cock when I have morning wood and strokes it until I come.

Cassidy’s emerald eyes go wide when I fold the leather in half and stroke it down the side of her face. She shies away from the touch, her legs shifting under me to clamp closed.

But that won’t do. Not at all.

I sit back on my heels, ignoring the uncomfortable way my dick fills the front of my sweats. It’s straining to get out, but I won’t let that happen until I’m ready to plunge balls-deep into Cassidy’s pussy.

“Open,” I murmur, tapping my belt against the outside of her thigh.

I expect her to resist, but she bites down on her puffy bottom lip and slowly parts her legs for me.

My breath hitches as I stare down at her gleaming pussy.

“More. I want to see every inch of you.”

Her right leg falls open as far as the back of the couch allows, her left dropping even further with nothing to stop it.

I soak in the sight of her splayed open for me, the way she’s dripping onto the fur throw under her ass, the way her thighs tremble as I take my time looking her over.

Her hands are in fists at her sides, tufts of fur spiking up between her fingers.

I tap the folded edge of my belt against her clit, and she shifts under me, moaning at the touch.

Harder.

Harder.

When I bring the leather down in a firm pat, Cassidy gasps, her back arching up from the sofa. Her pussy leaks from the touch and she shifts down on the cushion, opening herself even more to me as her ass moves closer to her heels.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I murmur. “Show me how much you want this, toy.”

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