Page 34 of Petals and Fangs

“God damn it, you're so tight,” he groans and puts his hands on my hips, guiding my body, moving me up and down his cock.

The feeling is unreal. It is so outrageous, yet that's what makes it better. Working with Ethan is going to be a challenge for sure, especially with how improper our dynamic has gotten in just one day.

“Tell me how it feels,” he groans and squeezes my hips, marking my skin.

“It feels ravishing, I can't think," I say as he fills me completely.

“You're going to be the death of me, Lily. You know that, right?”

“God, I love the way you talk.”

“That's because you're driving me crazy,” he says, pushing deeper inside of me. I throw my head back and let out a long moan.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Beg for it.”

“I'm begging. Please, Ethan, give me more.”

“Fuck, your begging voice is so sexy,” he grabs my thighs and groans as he finishes all over my belly. His groans are so hot, to the point that I can't help but orgasm all over him.

“God, that was perfect. You're perfect,” I exhale as I place my head on his chest to rest.

“No, you are,” he says and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

We're both sweaty and tired from the session we had, and I can't believe we just did it. It feels risky, yet so right, and I don't want him to let go of me.

“I am going to prepare your food, okay? You can stay here and watch something on TV while I get everything ready,” he whispers in my ear and puts a kiss on my cheek.

“Okay. Thank you.” I nod at him and genuinely smile. I feel safe with him. This feeling is overwhelming.

I must text Arial and let her know where I am. I know she will react differently to these updates.

When I reach for my phone, I see multiple missed calls and a flurry of text messages from her. Each message conveys increasing concern.

“All is well, Arial. Don’t worry.”

I hit the send button, but I suddenly feel a knot of guilt tighten in my stomach. I must have made Arial frantic. As soon as she reads my text, she calls me.

“Where the hell are you?” Her voice is loud.

“Guess,” I smirk, I can’t help but imagine her reaction to the following words.

“Why didn’t you call me back? Did you find someone to hook up with?”

“Maybe.”

“Lily. I am going to need more updates here.”

“I am at his place, Arial. In fact, he is making me breakfast right this second.”

“Don’t tell me you ended up at Mr. Rothschild’s house.”

“For once, you guess right, Arial.”

“Wait, what? Details, please.”

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