Page 58 of Unfolding Ethan

Ethan flashed me a mischievous grin. “Good girl. Now, I will have my dessert.”

He plunged his tongue in my pussy, his one hand playing with my clit while the other pulled my lips apart for better access for his tongue. He was kissing and licking like a starved man, holding my thighs open when my legs trembled. He was making out with my nether lips and I was star-struck.

I screamed, feeling my stomach clench, “Jesus, Ethan! Shit . . .stop. Oh, God.”

Ethan pulled away instantly, making me frown and miss his touch. “Shit, did I hurt you?” His lips were covered in my juices and he was looking at me worriedly. “What happened?”

“Why did you stop?” I frowned, trying to control my ragged breathing.

In that surreal moment, I realized something very important. Ilovedseeing Ethan's face in between my legs. Hair wild, eyebrows hooded, pupils dilated, and eyes clouded with lust, his lips covered in my juices. I noticed every curve of his face in between my thighs so that I could paint it later.

He said, “You told me to stop, Kiara.”

I exhaled sharply. “When I say stop, Ethan,don'tstop, okay?”

His eyes twinkled with feral hunger and gave a curt nod. “Noted.”

I forgot the count of orgasms he gave me after two—or was it three?I was pretty sure it was four. Or five. I lay on my bed as his hands, fingers, and mouth did their magical work on my body and worshipped every inch of it. Sometimes my legs were over his shoulders or pushed up to my chest. One time, he flipped me around and kept pillows under my hips, eating me out from behind.

Ethan finally stopped, pulling away with a satisfying grin and dizzy look on his face as if he was drunk.

‘Eighteen-year-old, drunk on pussy’ sure sounded like local news hit.

He whispered, “Christ. You look so fucking beautiful, Bella. If only you could see yourself right now.”

Ethan kissed me gently, prying my lips apart, and I moaned when I tasted myself on his lips, tongue, and mouth. His hands ran down my sides, holding my legs when they wrapped around his waist to feel his raging boner. I wanted to please him and return the favor.

But I was so tired and exhausted that I didn't feel him loosening the bonds on my wrists and gently rubbing his thumb over the red hues.

“Sorry if I hurt you,” he murmured, kissing my wrists.

I smiled with my drowsy eyes. "You didn't. You can never hurt me."

I trusted him as much as he trusted me.

His eyes twinkled with something I couldn't decipher and he leaned down to kiss me one more time.

But he never could.

“Kiara!”

I froze when I heard my brother's voice yell my name as he slammed the main door shut. Judging by the terrified expression on Ethan’s face, we both heard his footsteps coming toward my room.

Fifteen

Okay, Nike

Ethan

Ifroze with terror hearing her brother's footsteps marching toward her room. If Karan found me hovering above his very naked little sister, I would have to prepare my own funeral. And no one would come. Karan trusted me with herlifeand to protect her and scare other guys away when he was not with her.

But, now, look at me.Enjoying my own dessert by teasing her.

“I am going to die,” I whispered, looking into her dilated brown eyes.

Kiara smacked my arm. “Hide.Now.”

Yes, hide. As if that would help me with my impending doom.

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