Page 93 of The Enemy of My Enemy Is… My Fake Boyfriend?

He hissed as my fingers closed around him. "That's what you do to me," he said.

The need to have him inside me was overwhelming. And he must have felt the same because he backed me into a tree, the bark against my shirt, and quickly helped me undress my lower half.

So yeah, I was half-naked in the middle of the woods, definitely a new experience for me. I'd wanted more adventure in my life, most especially my sex life, and between the Paris boat, my desk, and now this, Ethan was more than giving it to me.

"Are you ready to be thoroughly fucked, Stratton?"

"Yes," I said in a breathy voice that didn't even sound like me.

He lifted one of my legs around his hip, and nudged me with his thick cock. I might have whimpered. I wanted it so badly.

"I'm on birth control," I blurted out."I want you bare."

I could barely make out his features, so I couldn't see his expression. But I could hear his sudden intake of breath. And I could definitely feel the tension in his arms, the restraint and care he took as he slowly slid into me, inch by heavenly inch, until he completely filled me up.

"Damn," he said, his body going still. "Does that feel okay, baby?"

"You're huge."

"Too big?"

"Just right."I wiggled my hips impatiently, squeezing my inner pc muscles.

"Do that again," he hissed, "and I'm not going to last."

I squeezed again.

"Fuck," he groaned.

And then he truly began to fuck me, pumping into me with such strength and agility that everyone else I'd been with became completely irrelevant. God, was this what I'd been missing out on all these years?

One hand went to my breast, the other my cheek as he kissed me passionately, his tongue finding mine as we breathed each other in, desperate for each other, for this experience. Finally.

"I can't get enough of you," he said, his teeth grazing my lips.

I wasn't sure how he could even talk right now. All I could manage was a half-groan of agreement, completely overcome by such a surge of lust combined with emotions. Because while Ethan had said he was going to thoroughly fuck me, this was way more than that.

Just the way he kissed me, the way his hands touched me, everything was full of something I'd never felt before, not fromany man. I couldn't think of what it was, the exact right word, but it was blowing my mind.

And then his thumb found my clit, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head at his sensual touch. "Ethan..."

"You like that?" he asked, kissing the ultra-sensitive spot just below my ear.

"Mmm," I moaned.

He ramped up the pressure, already knowing my body so well from our two previous experiences. But this time, I had him inside me, and it made it all so muchmore.

How he got me to the edge so quickly was miraculous. Or maybe it was the way he touched me—reverential,thatwas the word—like he actually truly cherished me and cared about me. This wasn't just fucking. It was making love, and no man had ever done that. Ethan was the first, and it made a world of difference.

"Say it again," I pleaded, wondering if he'd know what I meant.

Ethan didn't even pause, just kept at his pace, thrusting that thick cock of his inside of me, hitting me in all the right spots, every stroke perfectly timed with his thumb circling my clit.

"Oh, God... Ethan..." The build-up was almost too much, my heart pounding, my lungs struggling for breath.

And then he really sent me right to the precipice, when his hot breath hit my ear, his lips teasing my earlobe.

"I'm falling so hard for you, Stratton."

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