Page 24 of Suddenly Hired

She swayed her hips from side to side, then back and forth, moaning, squirming. Even though she was on top of him, riding him, setting the rhythm and pace, somehow she had no power, no force, no will against the powerful desire moving through her.

He stretched his arms, hands cupping her breasts, and she melted upon his touch. A whimpering sound slipped past her lips, and he increased the pressure, kneading her flesh, and soon, lightly squeezing her nipples.

“Ethan…” She rode him faster, seeking to give him the same wild euphoria titillating her flesh.

She was a heartbeat away from letting herself go, when he outsmarted her, and flipped her around with one swift move. Confused, she blinked, heart in her mouth, her brain a fog. He coaxed her, bending her on all fours, and positioned himself behind her.

She clutched the bed spread, her limbs trembling. Lust pumped through her veins, sweat slicking her arms and legs. The instant he parted her thighs and played with her folds, his finger scissoring them, she sighed, undulating her hips.

He thrust inside her with intent, with power. There was a stab of possessiveness, like with every plunge he accessed a new part of her, one that had been unavailable until now. She undulated her hips, and her slight shift angled him even deeper inside her. Too deep.

She closed her eyes for a moment, her inner walls tingling around him, hugging him so tight. When she opened her eyes, her vision had flickers, her heart rate through the roof. God, she was crazy about this man…

He held on to her sides and continued the torturing rhythm, withdrawing his cock mid-way then returning, each time lighting a part of her she was not even aware was in the dark. Soon, the pressure built in her core, spreading through the rest of her, and she could no longer take it.

Calling his name, she came undone, pleasure exploding through her and making every fiber of her succumb to it.

When he released himself inside her, she could feel the jerk of his upper body, his ragged breathing, the strained way he whispered her name, almost like a curse he didn’t know how to get rid of. At least they had that in common.

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