Page 26 of In Bed with the Enemy

I could feel my impending release and I was bucking my hips against his fingers wildly. He pressed his other hand down against my stomach, holding me firmly in place.

"Stop squirming and just fucking come for me," he groaned. "I want to see it."

"Fuck!" I gasped as my walls clenched. I felt my entire body light up with the pleasure as the waves of my orgasm crashed through me.

"So fucking beautiful," Ethan said as I moaned his name. His fingers slowed but his lips pressed back against my pussy and I almost came again as he drew every last drop of pleasure out of me.

"Fuck," I breathed out as I finally came down from my high.

"Oh no, baby," he said, sitting up and licking his lips, then his fingers clean. "We're not even close to done." He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his tented boxers. "Just feel what you've done to me. How hard you've made me for you."

I smiled, biting my lower lip, before sitting up myself. I pushed him back down so that he was sitting on the bed and worked him through his briefs with my hand. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and he pulled me in for a searing kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and it just made the entire encounter feel that much more forbidden.

I didn't want to wait any longer. I wanted to give him everything he'd given to me and then some. I wanted to show him just how feisty I really was. I moved down his body, pulling his briefs off and his cock sprang free. I licked my lips and took him inside my mouth, moaning as I worked my way down his shaft.

"Shit," he cursed, his fingers threading into my hair. I could tell he was fighting the urge to push me down on his cock further, trying to give me the control he knew I wanted to lead for just a little while.

I stayed there for some time, moving up and down his shaft, circling his crown with my tongue before working the underside.

"Fucking vixen," he moaned, before finally letting himself go. He fisted my hair in his hand and thrust his cock up inside of my mouth. I relaxed the back of my throat and let him fuck my face for as long as I could take it. I let my own hand travel down to my clit, and I started to rub myself again.

"Dirty fucking girl," he replied, seeing what I was doing. "Need me to take you there again? Hm?"

I couldn't respond, not with what he was currently doing to my mouth. Instead, I tried to moan as he thrust up into my mouth once more, triggering my gag reflex. He pulled out of me and I sucked down air, gasping and smiling at him.

Before I knew what was happening, I was being flipped around so that I was on my knees, my ass in the air. I felt him move behind me and grab something from the nightstand before I heard a package rip. He beat his cock against my slit a few times before he let out a deep sigh.

"Are you ready for me?"

"Yes," I replied breathlessly, still rubbing myself.

"Tell me what you want, Amy."

"Your cock," I said.

"No," he responded instantly. "Tell me what you really want."

His words shocked me and so did my response. "I want you."

"Then fucking take all of me," he groaned as he thrust himself into me.

"Fuck, Ethan!" I gasped as he moved in and out of me at a punishing pace. He didn't give me time to warm up, but I didn't really need it either. I groaned as I gripped the sheets beneath me. I could feel the sweat rolling off of him, mingling with my own. This was one of those encounters I knew I'd remember for some time to come.

My walls began to flutter again, and I reached back and rubbed my clit as he continued to pound into me.

"Filthy girl," he said, pulling out of me. He used my hips to flip me over, moving me easily where he wanted me. He slid me forward, my hips up in the air as he entered me again. "God, your tits look so good bouncing up and down like that," he said and my pussy clenched at his words.

Who knew that prim, proper Ethan Greene was such a fucking monster in bed.

"Ethan," I said.

"Yes, baby, I want to feel it," he said back through gritted teeth. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

"Don't stop," I said, throwing my head back.

"You got it," he said, ramping up his speed. My fingers fisted into the sheets again as my second release of the night coursed through me.

"Oh fuck," Ethan cursed, and I could feel him let himself go at the same time.

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