"Ethan—-"
"I like the way you beg," he purred. "Do it again." But because he had ripped her panties off while speaking, all she could do was moan and tremble. She saw him unzip himself, and another moan escaped her at the sight of his engorged cock slipping free.
Oh God.She could only be thankful that the town's phone booths had fully frosted doors, and only the outlines of their bodies would be visible to anyone outside.
When Ethan pulled her close, she was no longer capable of resisting, her legs automatically going around his waist as he lifted her up.
"You're so fucking wet," he whispered against her lips.
Anah could only whimper and close her eyes. There was no way for her to speak, with Ethan already stuffing her pussy with his long, thick, hard cock.
It was the longest, most embarrassing, and most exciting thirteen minutes of her life, and more than once, she found herself gasping, not just because of Ethan's forceful thrusts but because she was scared they would have the phone booth toppling over.
He was ramming into her with so much force every thrust had Anah feeling she was about to break apart, and it was just too, toogood.Just too good, to have the man she loved—-
Her arms tightened around him.
I love you, Ethan.
Her eyes started stinging, her body arching as the pleasure reached an unbearable peak.
I love you, Ethan.
And every time her heart whispered this, it was as if he heard her.
His gaze clashing with hers, like it did now—-
"Come for me now, luv."
The roughness of his voice doing little to hide the emotions that simmered underneath—-
I love you, Ethan.
But unlike before...
Oh God.
She started cumming. Started crying. Started losing it. And throughout all this, she heard him utter her name in a hoarse cry just as his powerful body started rocking against her, his cock plunging into her in a series of fast, hard thrusts as he reached his own orgasm.
Oh God, please let it be true.
Anah's hands shook as she cupped Ethan's face.
Please God. Please.
Her heart thudded against her chest as she looked into his eyes—-
Oh God.
It used to be that Guilia was all she ever saw in his gaze.
But not anymore.
"Ethan." A choked sob escaped her. "Can I...c-can I ask you something?"
"Yes." He forced himself to say the word even as terror gnawed at his heart. "You can ask me anything." And he meant every fucking word. It was the very fucking least he owed her, after everything. The very least, even if it meant losing her just because—-
"Are you happy?"