Page 20 of Pucking my Enemy Boss

“Your cock,” I mutter. “I want to touch your cock.”

He cups my cheek, smiling as he looks at me with lust in his eyes “Want to see what I’ve got to work with?”

“Yes,” I admit, still pressing my skin all over his.

Ethan unbuckles his belt, pulling it slowly out of the loops, and then he unzips his fly. I gulp when he takes my hand and slips it into his trousers, letting me feel his huge, hard cock.

“Oh my fucking god,” I breathe. “You’re so big, Ethan.”

I stroke Ethan, wrapping my hand around his dick and pumping. I enjoy his groans. I brush my thumb over the smooth head, my eyes locking on his as I give him another stroke, running my thumb over his tip. He twitches in my hand. My core is already clenching in anticipation of him driving this through me. I’ve never been with a man that oozes this much promise of a mind-blowing orgasm.

He clamps his mouth over mine again and I kiss him, as hard as I can. My hands shimmy his pants down until his gorgeous dick is exposed. I want him inside me, buried deep. All the other things can wait until later; right now, I need this cock plunging my insides out.

“Strip me,” I whisper.

Ethan does as he’s told. This powerful man with rippling muscles holds me tightly as he slips my shorts down my legs. His eyes drop to my dripping core.

“You’re damn beautiful.”

“I’m all yours.”

Ethan’s reaches between my legs and sinks two fingers through my folds. I sigh. This fills me with pleasure but not nearly enough.

“God, you’re so wet,” he growls, twisting his fingers across wet sensitive walls and rubbing his thumb over the clit.

I close my eyes. “Fuck me. Just take me now, Ethan.”

He puts his cock between my legs, the tip rubbing my wet entrance. I spread a bit more to show him I’m ready. He sinks the tip slowly into the folds.

“Yes, right there!” I lift my hips to meet him halfway, greedy to have all of that glorious length pushing through my slick pulsing walls.

Ethan lifts his hips and gives me what I want, impaling me to the root. I can feel his balls rub against my anus as his thicklength slams into me. I cry out, biting my lip, toes curling, nails digging into his shoulders. He starts moving, thrusting into me. Every cell inside my body sings with pleasure, feeling every motion, every pulse. My heart swells in elation. Ethan Carter is mine. Oh yes, he’s mine.

I ride toward the orgasm spiraling in me. Every thrust spreads a flood of heat through my body.

“Oh, please.”

“Oh yes.”

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

I’m pleading and begging. Ethan increases his pace instead of slowing; he slams into me, the sounds of our flesh hitting again and again fill the hair. I clench my vagina around him, wanting to squeeze out his orgasm badly. No way I go down this galaxy of pleasures alone. I dig my nails into his back. He fists my hair tightly, pounding into me.

“I’m coming!” I cry out, back arching.

I love the way he takes me, the way he dominates me. The way he makes me feel like I belong to him and no one else. Ethan Carter is branding me, and right now I know—I am going to carry his imprint for the rest of my life.

He keeps up the pace as he buries his face in my neck and bites. Done. My orgasm slams through my body as he grunts hard, hand twisting my hair. He’s near, too. Good. I wrap my legs around his back and wait until he slams into me, and then I squeeze, taking him deep, letting the millions of vibrations of my orgasm pulse around his shaft. I hold him right there, letting him feel every single one, strangling his cock until he cries out and bursts free inside me.

The he collapses into my arms. Right then and there, I feel on top of the world.

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ETHAN

I yawn,still half-asleep, my body stretching the sheets tangled around my legs.

I’m tired. I open my eyes to the morning sun streaming through the window, casting a warm glow in the room. Yeah, it’s morning all right. And I’ve slept later than I usually do.

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