Page 157 of Wicked Fantasies

“You’ve only been with one man. Your ex-husband, right?”

“Ofcoursemy ex-husband,” she replied.

“How long have you been divorced?”

For a man who’d previously been ready to skip the small talk and get right to business, he sure was killing the mood now.

“Six years.”

His grin reappeared and his hand moved against his cock more roughly.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked, spellbound by the sexiness of his movements.

“No. I should warn you right now, I like my sex hard and sweaty.”

As easily as that, he’d taken the temperature in the room back to something the equivalent of living on the sun.

He gestured to her hand with a nod. “Show me,” he said, repeating his earlier demand. She ran her hand along the opening of her pussy, gasping at the feeling produced by just her fingers and his hot gaze. She lifted her hand to him. He took it in his own, pulling it toward his mouth.

She cried out when his tongue cleaned each digit, sucking them one by one into his warm mouth.

“God, Ethan. That is so hot.”

He grinned. “You know what I like about you?”

She shook her head.

“Every thought you have, you say out loud.”

“And youlikethis?” she asked with disbelief. Most people of her acquaintance found that little habit completely annoying.

“I never have to guess where I stand with you.”

“That’s not always a good thing, you know,” she replied, and he laughed and shrugged as if unconcerned.

“Times like now, it’s a very good thing. I want you to tell me exactly how you feel tonight. Maybe it would make it more fun if you added an ‘oh yes’ or a ‘fuck me harder’ or an ‘Ethan, you’re a God’ to the end of every sentence.”

She laughed. “I’ll try to bear that in mind.”

“We could always practice now,” he added as he dropped to his knees on the floor and grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. His hot breath caressed her aching flesh as he bent and she gasped when he placed a wet, open-mouth French kiss on her vagina.

“Holy shit,” she muttered as he chuckled.

“That’s not a bad variation either.” He repeated the kiss, lingering this time, his tongue thrusting in and out of her pussy. She fought to remain still but her traitorous hips couldn’t resist the temptation of following his mouth, his lips. His teeth teased her clit mercilessly until she cried out, “Fuck me, Ethan!”

He stood slowly and pulled a condom from the pocket of his discarded pants. He put it on while she fought the sensations pummeling her body, fighting for more.

“Oh God, please fuck me.”

Standing beside the bed, he placed the head of his cock at her wet opening and she threw her head back against the mattress. “Get inside me. Get inside me,” she demanded, unconcerned by her wayward tongue. It was clear she’d never be able to hide the truth of his effect on her body.

His push into her was too torturously slow, but every time she tried to lift her hips to take in more of him, he halted her with firm hands.

“Harder,” she begged.

He shook his head, refusing her. He was big and filling her so perfectly, she knew she couldn’t rest ’til she had every bit of him crammed inside.

“You said hard and sweaty,” she taunted.

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