Page 79 of Return To You

I slide to my knees on the floor and take him in, my eyes on his, savoring his taste, his smell, and his look of lust, of utter abandon. If I’d known yesterday that I’d be on my knees pleasuring Ethan this morning, I probably would have panicked over my lack of practice. But here, now, my own lust takes over, and I know, I remember what he likes, and I make up the rest. I take him deep, I lick his shaft, I suck and I tease with barely sheathed teeth, I moan when he’s deep down my throat.

His knees buckle and he lifts me, carries me up to him and kisses my neck. “I need to fuck you in my jersey. I want to see my name on you when I come.”

He sets me on all fours on the bed, my ass to him. “I wanted you to come in my mouth,” I whine and look at him over my shoulder.

“Oh, I’ll fuck your mouth alright.” He hoists me to him and brushes a finger on my clit. “You’re drenched. How come?”

“Your cock. I want your cock.”

“Where?”

“In my mouth.”

“That’s it?”

“In my pussy.”

“Take it.” He drives into me, making me cry out. The remaining soreness from last night cedes to an intense pleasure I never thought I could experience. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Ah.”

“You like my cock, huh?” He pummels into me. Places a hand on my back, tracing his own name, King, right above where our sexes join. Then he grabs my hips with both hands and starts a punishing and exhilarating pummeling of my pussy. His pants and growls mix with the suckling sound of our joined sexes. “Take it, baby. Take my cock.”

“Ethan!” I cry out. He’s expertly massaging my G-spot with his cock, and now glides one finger over my clit.

“That’s it. Ah fuck, baby, you’re so good. So tight.”

My inner walls clench at his words.

“Wench,” he hisses. “Do that again.”

And I do. I clench around his cock, and then I feel the orgasm take a hold of me, building up, so strong I wail and shake, and when his hot come spurts out, I cry out his name again and again. Glancing at the mirror, I see him clenching his jaw as he empties himself inside me, his eyes roll back, and his corded neck tenses. He orgasms for long seconds, his gaze on me, on my back, on us.

When he pulls out, I let out a small whine as his cock grazes on my sensitive center, leaving me with a dull soreness, yet wanting more. “I wanted you to come in my mouth,” I pretend to complain as he spoons around me.

He pulls me closer to him. “You will.” And his cock twitches again.

I chuckle. “You ever get tired?” I say, wiggling my ass against his cock so he knows I’m talking about sex.

He nuzzles my neck. “Not with you, it seems. He hasn’t seen so much action in… forever, to be honest.”

I warm at his words. It doesn’t really matter, but still. It’s nice.

“And he’s ready to go again. But you need a break. Besides, we have all day.”

I tense in his arms. We don’t have all day. “I have an appointment at one.”

“But it’s Sunday.”

“I know.”

“You work on Sundays?”

I turn around in his arms to face him. He’s so handsome, and I love the way he looks at me. Right now, he’s frowning, his blue eyes darkened with concern. “I promised this client I’d fit her in.”

“Why can’t she come Monday or Tuesday?”

I shrug. “She works. And she has a kid. No dad. Grandma’s looking after her kid today. So… She needs this.”

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