Page 77 of A Dark Duet

The hurt can be felt when he mentions her and I’m almost hesitant but then a darkness that consumes me replaces the feeling with a vengeance. For once, I make a decision I thought I would never make. My hand slides the condom over Ethan’s cock and his head whips to my fingers, his eyes watching my movements as I slide the thin scrap of my panties off my legs.

“I haven’t fucked a man since Jaden tossed me on my ass from his gym three years ago.”

My legs straddle Ethan and his condom-clad cock is resting against my bare pussy. My dress is bunched at the waist and at this point, my thoughts are in overdrive. I rise on my knees to take him inside me slowly inch by inch and I’m glad the Phantom has a privacy window and Thomas cannot see what is going on in the back seat of the car.

My eyes close, trying to relax so my walls can adjust to Ethan’s size. He groans and his neck muscles strain. I know Ethan is holding himself back, so I whisper in his ear, “Fuck me, Ethan. I’m letting go this once and you should too. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. You promised me pleasure with no emotion. Give it to me.”

A growl escapes his throat, and he lifts me like a doll. He lays me gently on the back seat of the car. He fists his cock, wet with my arousal. He brings his hand to his mouth and licks his hand, swiping his tongue, tasting my arousal and begins to stroke his shaft.

“You taste so good, gorgeous. I’m going to fuck that sweet cunt until your eyes roll back in that pretty blonde head of yours. You are giving me a gift I have no right to take.”

“You have spared me the need of having random men touch me because the one I loved didn’t want me.”

His eyes travel downward toward my legs spread open and then back up to my eyes. The next words out of his mouth are controlled and deeply measured.

“Jaden Cyprus is a fool to have let something so beautiful slip between his fingers. I’m going to be the first to tell you when he finds out that I was balls deep inside the woman he cares about, he will realize the depth of his mistake.”

His dick slides inside me deep and my eyes indeed roll back at how big his dick feels inside me. He pounds into my pussy like a man on a mission. The sounds of our skin making contact bouncing against the interior of the luxury cabin can be heard with his grunts. My hands slide up his muscular chest, and even though he is not Jaden by any means, a woman can appreciate the fine man that is Ethan Carter. The man is sinfully hot but emotionally unavailable. His wife was a very lucky woman to have him between her legs every night. He tilts my chin up and his dark eyes meet my light ones full of lust and need.

“Come for me. I want you to come all over my cock.”

He slides his hands under my ass and pushes in deeper.

“My god. You feel so fucking good. Fuck me, Ethan,” I say breathlessly.

His dick swells inside me when my words assault his ears. My hands caress his muscles under his shirt and my mouth licks the skin of his chest.

“You are so fucking sexy. Your pussy is heaven,” he says, pulling out and sliding back in until he is deeply seated as far as he can go. He repeats the movement, and my climax begins to build.

“Do you like my cock inside that tight pussy?”

“Yes.” I moan. “I’m close, Ethan.”

“Fuck. Me too,” he says, thrusting into me savagely. He fucks me hard and fast, I couldn’t even cry out until the wave of my orgasm slammed into me.

His lips are parted, and his jaw is clenched while he keeps thrusting his hips as my pussy clenches his cock. When I think he is going to come, my eyes snap open as another wave of an orgasm roars to life inside me. Ethan’s wild stare is savage. He looks like an animal that was finally released from his cage.

“Harder!” I cry out against his neck, sinking my teeth into the side of his throat. He continues to thrust inside me harder and faster. I moan, “Fuck, yes.” My muscles are strained to the limit and we both come with a groan.

After a minute, he lies on top of me, his cock still inside me. “Did I hurt you?” he rasps against my neck.

“No. I liked it.”

“Good.”

His skin is slick with sweat, and I know our clothes are wrinkled but we couldn’t care less or have fucks to give.

“Are you relaxed now?”

He chuckles, taking care of the condom and fixing his clothes the best he can.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

If he can be calm and collected like we are going over the weather, then so can I.

“You realize we are going to look like we just fucked.”

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