Page 52 of They All Puck Me

She nods, biting her lip, unable to form words. I don't give her a chance to catch her breath. In one swift motion, I rip the thong away, the sound of tearing fabric echoing in the room.

"I’ll buy you some new ones," I murmur against her skin, my voice low and rough.

Her breath hitches as I slide my fingers in between her legs, feeling how wet she is for me. I move my fingers in and out, building up a rhythm that has her moaning my name.

"Ethan," she gasps, arching her back.

I increase the pace, feeling her muscles tighten around my fingers. She's close, so close I can practically taste it. Just as she’s about to come undone, I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth.

"Mmmm, tastes like fucking sin," I say with a grin.

She glares at me, clearly irritated. "You're such a jerk."

"Nice guys finish last, baby," I reply smoothly. "And I don’t like to lose."

I reach into the nightstand and grab a condom, putting it on with practiced ease. Her eyes follow my movements, a mix of anticipation and frustration in her gaze.

"Hold on," I tell her as I position myself at her entrance. "You're in for a wild ride."

With one powerful thrust, I bury myself inside her. She screams out my name, clutching at my shoulders as if she might fall apart if she lets go.

“Fuck,” I growl against her neck as I start to move. The tightness around me drives me wild, making it hard to keep control. But I do; this is about giving her what she needs—what we both need.

Her nails dig into my back as our bodies move together in perfect sync. Every thrust pulls another gasp or moan from her lips until all that fills the room is the sound of our names mingling with each other’s breathless cries.

She meets every movement with equal fervor, matching me thrust for thrust.

I lift her legs over my shoulders, setting a punishing pace. Each thrust is deliberate, relentless. She gasps, eyes rolling back.

“God, Olivia,” I growl, my voice thick with lust. “You’ve got the perfect pussy. No wonder you’ve got Liam and Noah so dumbfounded.”

Her eyes snap open, wide with surprise, but she’s too far gone to respond. She’s on the brink again, and I can feel her tightening around me. Just as she’s about to climax, I pull out abruptly, flipping us over in one smooth motion.

“Ethan, what the hell?” she asks, looking meek and shy.

“Ride me, Olivia,” I command, my voice low and rough. “Ride me like your fucking life depends on it.”

She positions herself over my dick and impales herself in one swift motion. Her face contorts in pleasure, her long hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain. She looks like a fucking vision, and it’s taking all my self-control not to come right then and there.

She moves with a desperate urgency, taking what she needs without hesitation. It’s a fucking turn-on watching her like this—uninhibited, powerful. My hands find her hips, guiding her rhythm as I thrust up to meet her movements.

I reach up to play with her voluptuous breasts, squeezing them just enough to make her gasp. Her eyes lock onto mine, a mix of need and challenge.

“I’m… I’m about to come,” she moans breathlessly.

“Let go,” I tell her firmly. “Take what you need, baby.”

Her body tenses for a split second before she shatters around me, crying out my name. The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge. The feel of her tightening around me sends me into oblivion.

We collapse together in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. Her head rests on my chest as we catch our breath.

“You okay?” I ask after a moment.

She nods against my chest but doesn’t say anything. Instead, she nuzzles closer, her breathing gradually evening out.

I stare at the ceiling for a moment, trying to process what just happened. This woman—this amazing woman—has somehow wormed her way into my life and under my skin in ways I didn’t think possible.

I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. For once in my life, I don’t feel the need to push someone away or keep my guard up. For now, this is enough.

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