Page 53 of Claimed by my Bestie's Dad

He starts kissing me and nibbling at the sensitive skin on my thighs.

I tighten them, anticipating what’s about to happen, but he completely ignores my pussy as he continues trailing kisses up my body. His chin glides over my pussy, making me suck air in through my teeth as I feel my body react to the touch.

Finally, he reaches my nipples and licks, kisses, and sucks each one until my hips start automatically bucking, wanting him to come inside.

We explore each other’s bodies like it’s the first time, discovering new places. I’ve never felt so completely exposed, so utterly seen, and yet I’ve never felt more comfortable. Ethan’s hands move down my sides, his touch firm and knowing, and I arch into him, a moan escaping my lips.

I attempt to sit up, to run my hands over his skin again, but I can’t. I don’t have the strength to fight against the way he’s touching me.

“Madison,” he whispers, his voice husky as he rolls me onto my stomach, pulling me onto my knees. The way he says my name sends a thrill through me, and I can’t help but tremble with anticipation.

He slides his hands over my ass, then smacks it hard. The sound rings throughout the room, and I want him to do it again…and again.

“More,” I beg him.

Ethan complies, smacking my ass harder. I can feel the pain turn into pleasure as I press my cheek against the cool bed cover, my ass in the air for Ethan’s pleasure.

He enters me slowly, the stretch exquisite, and I gasp at the sensation of him filling me completely from this new angle. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he moves, each thrust deliberate. I push back against him, matching his rhythm.

I can’t stay still, not when he’s making me feel all these things.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The pleasure is deep, almost overwhelming, and I lose myself in it, in him. Ethan’s breathing becomes ragged, his movements faster, more urgent, and I can feel myself getting closer, the pressure building inside me until it’s too much.

I can’t control the sounds in me anymore.

I cry out as I come, my body shuddering with release. Ethan follows moments later, his grip on my hips tightening as he groans my name, his voice raw and full of need. We collapse together onto the bed, our hands entwined.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the soft rise and fall of our breaths. But then, just as I’m about to relax into the post-orgasmic bliss, wondering if tonight will be the night that Ethan spends the night, I hear it—the unmistakable sound of paws scratching at the door.

Before I can react, Samson barrels through the door, skidding to a stop at the edge of the bed. His tongue lolls out of his mouth, and he stares at us with wide, expectant eyes.

“Are you kidding me?” I groan, pushing myself up on my elbows as I try to catch my breath.

Ethan chuckles beside me, his arm draped lazily across my waist. “I think we have an audience.”

I roll my eyes, though I can’t help but smile. “Go away. Samson, you know better! Shoo!”

But Samson doesn’t move. Instead, he tentatively places a paw on the bed as he sniffs the air, clearly intrigued by the new scent in the room.

“Oh, come on,” I mutter, sliding out of bed and reaching for the nearest piece of clothing—a discarded sweater on the floor. “You can’t be serious.”

Ethan is laughing now, full-on, his deep chuckle filling the room as he watches me struggle to push Samson toward the door. “You need a better lock on that door.”

“You know, I think I do. Samson has done this one time before. I think he actually may be learning how to open doors. Locks are apparently a necessity.” I roll my eyes. “This is my life now. Dogs interrupting my sex life.”

Ethan raises an eyebrow, his smile softening as he sits up, propping himself against the headboard. “Not for long. You’re going to have that surf school, remember?”

I sigh, flopping back onto the bed next to him. “Yeah, maybe. But right now, it feels like I’m never going to get there. It’s just dogs and more dogs, all day, every day.”

“You will.” He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “I believe in you.”

I close my eyes, letting his words sink in. It’s nice to have someone believe in me for a change. Someone who sees more than just the girl who’s always covered in dog hair and scrambling to make ends meet. Ethan sees me—the real me. He’s one of the only ones.

“I can’t wait until I can earn money with a real job. Instead of chasing after these dogs all the time.”

“You will.” But I just don’t have the same confidence he does. He has the money that I would need to jumpstart opening my surf school, but I asked him once for a loan. That clearly didn’t turn out well. I’m not about to repeat that mistake.

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