Page 73 of One Touch

I was about to question that, but I was completely distracted by the joyful feeling of his cock sliding into me. I gasped—at this angle, it felt even bigger, even fuller than last time.

I’d had rough sex before. I’d had dirty sex. I’d even had freaky sex.

But this?

Lying on my stomach under the full moon while Ethan McCoy pounded me from behind?

It was so fucking good.

He grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back, his hands strong as steel. He lifted my ass slightly, tilting my body so that the tip of his cock hit parts so deep inside me it felt like no other man had even come close to exploring. He rammed into me, strong and relentless, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming.

It was exhilarating. Like being strapped to a rollercoaster.

“You like it when I fuck you hard, huh?” he growled into my ear.

“I like it.”

“You’re going to like this, too.”

His hand snaked between my legs, fingers finding my clit as he kept thrusting in and out of me.

“Oh, shit!” I yelped, my hips bucking and my back arching as the orgasm burst out of me.

What was going on with my body right now? I trembled and spasmed and pressed my face into the thin cushion of the patio sofa.

“Fu-uuuck,” I moaned, as the world slowly came back into focus. I realized that Ethan had stopped moving inside me. His cock was still, patient, as I took the time I need to recover. My muscles tensed and fluttered around him and the way he softly groaned told me he was enjoying this as much as I was.

“I love it when you come,” he said, his voice low and intense. “It does something to me. The way your voice catches in your throat. The way your pussy clamps down on my cock like a vice.”

“You can make me come as many times as you like,” I managed, my cheeks burning hot with post-orgasm bliss.

“I know I can,” he said. “But this time, we come together.”

To my surprise, he pulled out of me, flipping me over so we were facing each other. He gazed deep into my eyes as he slid into me.

For a moment, I felt like a rabbit caught in the eyes of a hawk.

“Watch out for the feelings portals,” I muttered.

He grunted and smiled at me, not breaking eye contact. Then, he started to move.

This time, it was different. This time, it was like slow fire. He held me close, kissed me deeply, and moved inside me as I lost myself. His hands explored my body as we bucked together, grinding and writhing, lost in the moment, under the stars.

Night creatures.

I heard his breath hitch. His fingers found my clit as he urgently brought me to the edge along with him.

“I can’t wait,” he whispered. “I need to come right now. You need to come right now.”

He thrust hard and fast and his fingers became more insistent. He seemed completely unwilling to come until he’d made me climax a third time, and lucky for him, he didn’t have to wait long. I was like a light switch, ready to be flipped by his fingers any time he wanted. As the orgasm ripped through me, I felt his cock thicken and throb, releasing pulse after pulse deep within my core.

If only he wasn’t wearing that condom, I thought dangerously.

He stared deep into my eyes, communicating with me silently as he emptied his load into me. He wasn’t saying a word, but still, I could hear the words crystal clear.

I like you, Lily Lane.

Watch out, Lily Lane.

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