Page 67 of Mountain Grump
My hips tiltas my body tries to get pressureright there.
Because Ethan’s cock isright freaking there.
I open my mouth wider, and he plunges his tongue deeper.
I scrape my teeth over it.
Tasting him.
Warning him.
Begging him for more.
I grip his hair tighter as I squeeze his hips with my thighs.
This isn’t like me.
Wanton behavior isnotlike me.
But there’s just something about this man.
He rocks into me.
Something about him makes me feel so alive.
His weight shifts above me, and my eyes open.
Ethan’s eyes slide open at the same time, and he pulls his face back, putting an inch between our lips.
I start to lift my head, wanting his mouth on mine again, but his hold on my hair tightens, pinning me to the mattress.
Then I feel his other hand. On the back of my bare thigh.
Ethan lowers his forehead until it’s resting against mine. “Is this what you always wear to bed, Firecracker? Just a thin shirtand some panties?” He slides his palm down, slipping his fingers under the fabric of my underwear until he’s gripping my bare ass. “Answer me, Bad Girl.”
I shift my feet so they’re pressing into his lower back. “It’s practically a dress.”
Ethan grinds into me, rolling his hips in a firm circle. “Of course it’s a fucking dress,” he growls.
The thick piece of denim over his zipper is lined up perfectly with his hard dick, and when he rocks against me again, he wedges the fabric of my panties into my crevice, putting pressure exactly where I need it.
I gasp as I release his hair and claw at his shoulders.
His fingers dig into my butt cheek as he tries to widen my legs even more. “That feel good?”
Ethan doesn’t give me time to answer before he rocks his hips again, sending me closer to the point of no return.
“Ethan… I…” I cling to him as I lift my hips.
“Fuck,” he pants against my mouth. “Are you going to come for me?”
I squeeze my eyes shut.
I shouldn’t.
It’s only been a moment.
A handful of minutes.
