Page 78 of Imperfect Player

“Fuck, that’s sexy.”

I can feel him harden beneath me, his dick pressing against my side.

His hand connects to the same spot, harder this time. Where I expect him to silence me, it seems he wants to hear me. He wants to know what he does to me, how he makes me feel.

Smack.

The sound echoes in my ears, the heat pools between my thighs, the sting in my right ass cheek hurts so good.

“Fuck, you’re a bad girl,” he tells me. Before I can protest, his hand fists my hair and lifts my head. “Suck me, Everly. Take my cock in your mouth and taste what you do to me.”

The bulge in his pants presses forward, begging me to free it. My hands work the button, then the zipper, Ethan bucking his hips up to give me an assist.

The moment he’s free, my tongue darts out and flicks his already hard head.

“Don’t tease me, Everly.”

I ignore his direction, doing nothing except flicking my tongue over him—almost, but not even close to taking him in my mouth.

His free hand wraps around his cock, the other still wrapped around my hair, pressing my head down until my lips have no choice but to part around him.

“Take it, baby. Taste me. Fuck me with your pretty little mouth.”

Crass. Dirty. Hot as hell.

My pussy clenches from the words he speaks, the sound of his voice.

Opening my mouth wide, I don’t move. I just hover over the head of his cock until he makes me take him. The pressure from his hand pushes down, the rising of his hips pressing further into my throat.

There’s something about Ethan Ambrose that’s addictive. Or maybe it’s just the culmination of everything. The sound of his voice, the look of sadness in his eyes, the rock-solid physique. Every piece of him is a unique, untapped treasure, and I can’t get enough.

Unwilling to play games anymore, my head drops and rises, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. It’s unlike any other time I’ve done this before. What always felt like a job, a requirement, now feels like pleasure. The blowjob is turning me on. It’s the way he feels, the sounds of pleasure he’s making. There is something so pure and carnal about all of it. I want to do this. I want to fuck him with my mouth and be his good little girl. To hell with punishment, I want to obey every command he gives me.

When he tugs my hair, easing me off him, I don’t pout even though I want to. I don’t want to stop. I want to please him. I want the taste of his cum in my mouth.

I sit back on my heels as he rises to his feet.

“Don’t move.” The command rolls off his tongue with ease, and I remain in position like a statue.

When he returns, there’s a smile on his face. “Good girl.”

He extends his hand to me, and I take it. He helps me to my feet and nods over to the windows.

“What?”

“Go to the window and place your hands flat against them.”

“The window?”

Silence followed by a nod.

I follow his direction and walk toward the windows, pressing my hands against it. Ethan is behind me, the heat of his body overwhelming my senses. My eyes watch through the reflection as he undresses. The jeans he had been wearing are kicked to the side. The tattered black t-shirt is pulled over his head and tossed away. His right thigh moves between my legs, parting them until he’s satisfied.

Strong hands dig into my hips, pulling me back to him, my hands remaining on the glass.

I’m bent over, my ass up, my head hung. I’m on display for the world to see me.

For the world to see what he does to me.

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