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Ethan picked me up bride-style, then immediately walked us towards my bedroom. My heart was beating so loudly in my chest that it was a miracle that I could hear him talking at all.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he said, not sounding labored by my weight in the least. “Fuck, it’s been so hard to stay away from you.”

Ethan dumped me on the bed, and sitting on the edge, I looked up as he started removing his suit jacket. Not caring if it made me look like a whore, my hands immediately went to his belt, and you had two sets of hands fighting frantically to undress the gorgeous man.

As soon as I yanked his slacks and boxer briefs down over his thighs, eight inches of hard, hot, smooth steel jumped out and slapped back against those six-pack abs of his.

Holy Jesus, Joseph, and Mary.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed as I wasted no time wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and taking him deep into my mouth. “Hattie…fuck…oh, baby…”

A man moaning was one of the hottest things ever. At least, to me, it was. I loved hearing his excitement every bit as much as I loved feeling my own. Sex should be exciting to both partners, not just one. There needed to be giving on the part of both participants for it to be explosive.

While there was no way that I could get him all the way in my mouth, I was determined to do my best. I was determined to make his wait worth it. I wanted the reality to match his fantasies. I wanted his expectations to be met with no disappointment.

I felt Ethan’s hands slide into my hair, and I closed my eyes around a moan. Lot of women didn’t like giving head unless they were in complete control, but I didn’t mind it if the man wanted to take over. Just like I wantedto be able to express myself and my desires, I wanted my partner to be able to do the same.

“Jesus, fuck…” Ethan moaned. “Baby, I’m going to cum already if you keep doing that.”

Guess what?

I kept doing that.

“Fuck, Hattie…Hattie…oh, fuck,” he growled. “I’m going to cum, baby…fuck…”

Like a slut with no shame, I sucked and swallowed like my life depended on it. I tasted every drop that Ethan had to give me, and I licked him clean like my favorite popsicle. Not sure how I’d gone from getting fired to sucking my boss’ dick, but I didn’t regret it.

When I looked up into those heated blue eyes of his, he said, “If you don’t want me ripping those clothes off your body, then I suggest you start helping me remove them.”

My hands quickly went to the hem of my tank-top as Ethan’s hands went to finish removing his clothing. Together, we worked to both be naked within seconds, and as soon as my shorts and panties cleared my feet, Ethan’s hands were grabbing my thighs as he dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. My body fell back on the bed as Ethan positioned himself between my legs.

Good Lord.

At the first swipe of his tongue, my hands curled into the bed comforter, my back arching. “Oh, God…Ethan…”

The man didn’t comment back. Instead, he put all his efforts into licking me everywhere. Nothing was untouched. My clit, my folds, my opening, my ass, even the inside of my thighs had been kissed. Holy fuck, have you ever had the insides of your thighs kissed while a guy was eating you out? Highly recommended.

I laid on the bed, my eyes closed, my mind blind to everything but the man between my legs. Ethan wasn’t just eating me out; he was making out with my lower pair of lips, and I didn’t care about that stupid prediction anymore. If this was what dating Ethan Turner felt like, then I was all in.

“Don’t stop…” I panted. “God, Ethan…don’t stop…I’m…keep…oh, God…” His grip on my thighs tightened, and Ethan worked my clit with his tongue until a kaleidoscope of pleasure wracked my entire body and white spots danced behind my eyes.“Oh, Christ…”

Ethan stopped long enough to growl, “That’s it, baby. Cum for me.”

I did.

My entire body was washed in the warmth of the best orgasm that I’d had in a long freakin’ time, and I wasn’t even embarrassed about it.

Not at all.

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Ethan~

Thankful for the blowjob-because it’s been a while-and thankful that she’d just cum on my tongue, the pressure was off. Oh, I still planned on doing my best to make Hattie see Jesus, but even if it hadn’t been months since I’d gotten laid, I couldn’t remember a time when I hadn’t wanted this woman, so it was anybody’s guess what was going to happen once I got inside her.

“I can’t wait, baby,” I told her honestly, not caring how unsophisticated I was sounding right now.

“I don’t want you to wait,” she panted, her body still trembling a bit.

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