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Strumming and plucking.
Over and over.
My body tenses.
My lungs hitch.
“Come for me, Firecracker.” Ethan flexes his thighs, bouncing me on his lap, shoving his fingers deeper.
He pinches my nipple and drags his palm across my clit. And that’s it.
I’m tossed over.
He doesn’t stop the pressure.
And I can’t catch my breath.
Ethan shifts me.
A hand leaves me.
Fingers still play between my legs.
A hand lifts me.
And then I’m sinking onto Ethan’s thick cock.
Chapter 117
Ethan
Tilda cries outas I fill her with every inch I have.
I rock my hips. Dragging my cock in and out of her heat.
I keep my right hand between her legs and wrap my other arm around her waist, holding her to me.
Keeping herimpaledon me.
Her sounds make my dick impossibly harder as she moans and whimpers.
I reach farther, keeping my palm against her clit and spreading my fingers around my dick, feeling where I disappear inside her.
It feels amazing.
It feels so fucking amazing.
“Have I been good, Tilda?” I ask brokenly as I continue to pump into her.
“Yes.” Her voice cracks on a moan. “You’ve been such a Good fucking Boy.”
My balls tighten.
Hearing Tilda say fuck while she calls me a Good Boy…
“Say that again. Reach down and touch my dick while you say that again.”
Tilda slides her hand down my arm, leaning forward until her fingers are covering mine.
