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"That's right, baby. Lay back and enjoy; I can do this for hours." He adds another thick finger, and I arch off the counter, bucking against him. His fingers pump in and out of my throbbing core as I climb toward the edge, and then he sucks on my clit. I still and release, covering this man's face in my juices with a feral moan as he licks me through my orgasm.

Panting, I throw an arm over my head and try to process my thoughts, while tamping down the overwhelming desire to ride Ethan's cock into the sunset.

"I wouldn't say no to that," Ethan's deep voice startles me back to reality.

His intense gaze smolders in my direction as I bite my lip. I sit up, leaning back on my elbows, and all sense of reason or rationality is out the window.

"Take off your pants, and get in my bed, Ethan Hobbs."

Chapter 6

Ethan

"Your wish is my command." I immediately strip in the middle of the room, kicking my pants and underwear to the side so fast, Brynn gasps. Or, at least, I assume the gasp is due to my speed, but the way she's staring at my package has me preening like a damn peacock.

Remembering how her walls gripped my finger, I pump my shaft twice, desperate to alleviate the built-up tension as I stare at her gorgeous, curvy body. Brynn licks her perfect lips, and my already hard cock sticks straight out like he's straining for his target, as needy for Brynn as I am. He's already weeping with the desire to be inside her warm, wet pussy.

Brynn slides off the counter and walks toward me, her pillowy tits on full erotic display, her hips swaying as she looks at me from beneath her long lashes. She pulls my shirt up and I finish the job, tossing it to the side as she loops her hand around my neck. Her fingers tangle in the short hair at the nape, and Ishiver. I want Brynn's hands on me at all times, and vice versa. I'm obsessed with her. Nothing makes me happier than being near her, pleasing her, hearing her laugh, and especially hearing her moan.

This woman has the power to destroy me, and instead of scaring me away, I'd gladly tear my heart from my chest to lay it at her feet if she asked for it.

Brynn's dark eyes search my face, reflecting my own vulnerability, and I want to reassure her I'm not going anywhere. But then her soft lips land on mine, and all thoughts of talking go out the window. I wrap my arms around her waist and grab her ass with both hands to pull her to me. "Mine," I say with a desperate, throaty murmur as I explore her body. Caressing her curves, I silently communicate everything she isn't ready to hear out loud yet.

I kiss her, swirling my tongue with hers and let her taste herself on me. She moans, only breaking our kiss to stare at my chest.

Writer's block has afforded me a lot of time in my home gym, a fact I'm suddenly grateful for as her mouth makes a little "o" shape when I flex. "Sexy, crazy man," she mumbles, her hands roaming over my pecs and tracing the lines of my biceps.

I wonder if she realizes she's talking out loud. Doesn't matter. I know I'm crazy. Crazy for this sassy, quirky, funny bombshell who was custom made for me. Hell, even I couldn't have put together a more perfect woman. I didn't even know what I wanted until I found Brynn. It's been a long-running family joke that my brother is most likely to carry on the family name. I don't catch feelings easily, I've never brought a girl home to meet my parents, and I've never ever been in love.

At least, not before yesterday.

"I need you." I walk Brynn backward, and she gives me a sexy grin before heading up the small staircase to her loft. As shereaches the third step, my face is eye-level with her round heart-shaped ass, and I grab her hips, stalling her in place. She sways, planting both hands on the step in front of her to steady herself, looking back at me over her shoulder questioningly. I lean forward, nipping at her ass cheek, then soothe the mark with my tongue before moving to the other side.

"I could spend a lifetime worshipping your ass, Brynn," I breathe against her skin, her honeysuckle scent already committed to memory and filed under, "home" in my brain. I lower my mouth to her slit and run my tongue from front to back.

"Oh. My. God," Brynn pants, and then she squirms. "Wait, no, Ethan! I need your cock," she whines like a pouty little princess, and I release a feral growl, swatting at her ass as I chase her up the stairs. I have to duck when I get to the top step, crouching to watch Brynn crawl onto the queen-size bed.

"We're staying at my house tonight," I warn, narrowly missing the ceiling as I make my way to her bed.

Brynn either ignores my comment or doesn't hear me at all. She's preoccupied staring at my cock.

"Gimme, gimme, gimme!"

I chuckle. Fucking adorable. Brynn's hand grips my hard shaft as I crawl up her body, hovering over her on all fours. She pumps twice, twisting slightly at the head of my cock until I'm moaning above her. She palms my balls with her other hand, massaging them as she works my cock, and I lean forward, placing my forehead to hers as she jerks me off.

"Fuuuuck." When I open my eyes, my gaze lands on her full tits. Her nipples are pebbled, and I lean forward. I lave her hardened buds with my tongue, one after another until they pucker. I pull back, admiring the wet rings around her swollen nipples, and she takes the opportunity to shimmy down the bed underneath me. When her mouth lands on my cock, warm andwilling, I have to plant both hands into the mattress to keep from rutting into her like an animal.

"Fuck, yes. Fuck!" I grit out, ready to spill my load down her throat, but equally desperate to hold back. "Baby, I need your pussy."

Brynn comes off my cock with a loud pop, and I pull her up the bed for a kiss. We're both breathing hard when we finally part.

"I'm on birth control and haven't been with anyone in...too fucking long." Brynn runs her hands up and down my back as she watches me. "I was tested at my last appointment and I'm clean."

"Me too. I haven't been with anyone in years," I admit, and her eyebrows lift in surprise. "I don't want anything between us, but I'll wear a condom if you aren't ready."

Brynn lifts her leg to wrap it around my waist, and she reaches for my cock, notching me at her entrance in answer to my question. She bites her lip, desperation and lust warring with each other in her eyes.

Fuck, yes. I never want anything between us. Ever. I momentarily wonder how long she plans to stay on birth control and if she wants kids. I never thought I wanted them, but now, I'm consumed with a feral desire to see Brynn's belly swell with my baby.

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