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"Don't think we need a condom."

What does he think condoms are for?

"I like feeling you raw," he grunts, squeezing my ass so hard I yelp and buck my hips forward, causing Ethan's dick to hit a sweet spot I didn't even know about. I no longer control my movements as my hips gyrate seemingly on their own to draw Ethan's big dick back to that sweet spot.

"Yes..." he groans. "Ride my dick. You're so close..."

His dirty talk makes it worse. I buck my hips harder and push Ethan's dick against my sweet spot while I fuck him into the couch. As I slide down his shaft, Ethan jiggles my ass cheeks and groans when I take him deep.

I push myself towards that edge of climax and instead of withdrawing, I ride Ethan's dick until I finish. The intense build up erupts into a massive release and I stop moving my hips to ride the wave of my orgasm.

Ethan won't let me get away with that. He grabs my hips and forces me to take more of his thrusting, even as I cum so hard that I can barely feel my toes. It's too much for me to handle, but as I gasp Ethan's name to provoke some sympathy from him, he squeezes my butt and draws me closer to him.

"I'm gonna cum," he says and clamps down on my thighs. Even if I wanted to move away from him and stop Ethan from spilling his seed inside me, his firm grip on my thighs won't allow any movement. He only gives me a second of warning. That doesn't help.

He pulls me close and groans as his dick bursts inside me. Three, four, I lose count after five pumps of his cum soak my inner walls. We both swear under our breath and then our bodies collapse together as mutual satisfaction spreads through both of us.

I am going to lose my damn license.

Ethan grabs my cheeks before I come down off my orgasm high and steals a kiss. Then another one. His lips taste incredible and his beard smells like mint and smoked ribs. I kiss him like he's going to run away from me.

We're acting like teenagers. Even if we're both too grown and guarded for this situation, we end up together. My nipples harden against his chest and I whimper as Ethan's dick jerks inside me.

He can't be hard again.

"Mmm," Ethan makes a low growl in his throat. "I can cum again... but this time I want you from behind..."

He flips me over across the arm of the couch and kneels behind me. I shudder and try to force my body over the arm of the couch, as if I’m really going to fall over and crawl away from him. The effort to escape Ethan’s grasp triggers him to grab onto my hips and sink his fingers into my ass cheeks as he draws me back and spears me with his dick.

“Fuck…” I whimper as he pushes his cum and mine deep inside my wetness.

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Twenty-Four

Ethan

In Boston, A Month Later

Mom had good news. I wish I could report that her good news changed everything, but all it did was convince her to head back out to Missouri to spend more time with her grandkids. She reminds me several times – in front of Amanda – that I’m her least favorite son for not having any grandkids.

Even Amanda gets embarrassed at that line of questioning. She doesn’t seem so embarrassed when I’m fucking her every night but… we can’t talk about it during the day due to me “focusing on healing my gambling”.

Amanda might have that fancy doctor certification, but I can tell when a woman is simply avoiding a discussion. Hm. She can avoid my ass all she wants as long as she comes back here every night. So far, she has.

I don’t love that she spends all this time with that friends of hers, Mallory, but they have to find a new office and I have ruthless demands about the space Amanda chooses next. She claims my security wishes are “too extreme”, but I refuse to let an incident like the first time happen again. Doesn’t matter what she wants if she wants to leave this house freely and Amanda understands the situation.

She acts all tough but that incident in her office shook her up good. I can see it now that we’re back in Boston. She lets me walk her to breakfast with Mallory every morning before they begin their “girl boss time” planning the future. Pisses me off that she’ll plan a future with Mallory but ignore me…

After a month, I thought it would be different for Amanda, but nothing I do will keep her focused on me and only me.

I could always kidnap her back to Missouri and let heradjustto our relationship the good old-fashioned way.

But I have the job for Wyatt, and while I have good news from mom and some semblance of getting along with Amanda, I don’t have any progress on the attack or the wordYanceyprinted on a piece of paper in their pockets.

The longer we’re in Boston, the longer we go without a lead, the longer I develop a suspicion that I have no basis for. I’ll consult the club tonight when we have our ‘team meeting’ to catch up on the non-existent progress we’ve made. I suppose it’s something to celebrate that I haven’t gambled in a long time, but with football season starting up soon, I’m constantly fighting the urge to offload a few dollars on a good preseason game.

Can’t go wrong with a sure bet…

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