Page 171 of When Hearts Remember

His words send me into a tailspin and with trembling legs, I turn around and straddle him, nearly coming at the glazed passion in his eyes, the way his muscles are clenching, like he’s one restraint away from letting go and tearing into me.

I want to drive Ethan over the edge. I want to see the brooding, quiet man who holds a million secrets inside him come undone in front of my eyes.

An idea sparks in my mind.

As I hear the music crescendo, the couples’ passionate sounds streaming from the speakers, I scan the neighboring pods, noting how riveted on the performance attendees are.

My heart rioting, my skin hot to the touch, I climb off his lap. Ethan’s eyes widen in curiosity, a ghost of a smile on his face.

Biting my lip, I roll my hips to the beat of the music—my dance background taking over—and grab my tits, rolling and pulling at my nipples.

“Ethan,” I moan, wetness seeping out of me, “I’m so horny for you.”

“Shit,” he grunts and shifts in this seat. “You’re a siren. Fuck.”

The sound of a zipper fills the air, and he takes out his throbbing dick, his eyes heavy-lidded as he tugs it to my movements. A drop of pre-cum glistens, then slides down the turgid length, and my mouth waters.

Abandoning my dance moves, I kneel at his feet and curl my hands around his velvety length. “You’re so big. So hard. I can’t wait to get you inside me.”

I dip my tongue out, tasting his addictive saltiness. He fists his hands at his sides and hisses.

“Ohfuck, that’s so good. Take it in. Every inch. Swallow my cock like a good girl.”

Following his instructions, I slip his tip inside my mouth, laving my tongue over his slit.

He grunts and slaps his hands on the sofa as I try to take all his inches inside me, my throat protesting when he hits the back of my mouth.

Ethan’s panting breaths are loud in the air, and my mind is buzzing with lust and love. Slowly, he fists my hair and the added pain makes me wetter between my legs.

After taking a deep breath to relax my gag reflex, I swallow him. His cock lodges deep inside my throat.

“Fuck!” he roars.

My eyes water, his reaction fanning the flames inside me, and I bob harder and faster.

“You’re doing well. Shit. Taking it all. Deep throating me. You want my cum, Nova? Is this why you are sucking me into oblivion?” He bangs his free hand on the sofa again and bares his neck, the tendon flexing and rippling.

So hot and sexy. My breasts swell and wetness drips down my thighs. Seeing him teetering on the edge gives me the highest of highs.

His hips buck harder, faster, and just as I think he’s going to unload himself, he yanks me off him, grips my waist like I weigh nothing, and hoists me over his lap.

Then, without warning, he spears his cock into my pussy in one rough stroke.

I scream, my head flipping back, my fingers digging into his knees behind me as he bounces me on top of him.

“Look at you, bouncing on my cock, your tight pussy welcoming me home,” he grunts, his fingers working his buttons until he yanks open his shirt, baring his hard chest, already glistening with sweat.

“Ethan, Ethan, Ethan,” I chant.

He slams into me repeatedly from below, each thrust filling me up almost to the point of pain, the burn only adding to the burgeoning pleasure.

“If anyone were to look over here, they’d see you riding me, your tits bouncing, your hungry little pussy swallowing my dick. They would see how badly you want to come. How cock hungry you are,” he rasps.

“Oh, shit.” His lewd words are direct caresses to my clit. His cock hits a sensitive spot deep inside, and the beginnings of an earthquake gather inside me.

“You’re getting tighter, Nova. Are you trying not to come?” He pants into my ears. “Too bad, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll have no choice but to squirt all over me.”

“Oh my God, yes…y-yes…” My mouth drops open, and I’m barely holding on, unable to move as pleasure blinds my vision.

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