Page 79 of Imperfect Player

“Are you wet for me, Everly?” he asks, the tear of the foil packet sounding in the background.

“Yes,” I pant out.

“Tell me. Tell me how wet you are. Tell me what you want me to do about it.” The head of his cock slides against the slickness of my slit up to my ass. “Tell me.”

“I’m soaked.”

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

“F . . . fuck me,” I say softly.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck me already, Ethan. Please.”

Without any warning, he fills me. Hard. Fast. Deep.

He penetrates me—body and soul.

Every touch, every feeling, is solidified in this moment. Whatever this is between Ethan and me, it’s so much more than sex. It’s deeper than friendship. It’s whole and complete. It’s us.

He rocks in and out of me. Every movement hard and punishing, claiming my body. Claiming me.

My cries fill the room. His curses and pleas too.

“Talk to me, baby. Tell me.”

Tell him? I’m not sure I can do that. I’ve never been much of a talker. A moaner, sure. Unintelligible sounds are more my thing. But to speak? I don’t know how, nor how it’s even possible when I can barely think coherently at the moment. I close my eyes, listen to my heart.

“Oh, God, Ethan. You feel so good.”

“More, baby. Tell me what you need, how you need it.”

I’ve never vocalized my desires before. I’m not even sure I know how. What if it’s not what he wants? What if I fuck this up?

He pulls out of me, and I stand here, waiting for the feeling of pleasure again, but it doesn’t come.

“Tell me, Everly. Tell me how you want it. Tell me what I need to do to make you come.”

“Slow. Deep.”

I feel him at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing me, only deep enough to make me beg for more.

“Push in, Ethan, please.”

“Where do you want my hands? Want me to spank you? Rub your clit? Play with those pretty pink nipples?”

“Yes. My nipples. Play with my nipples.”

His hand leaves my hip and reaches forward. He kneads my breast, twisting my nipple between his fingers as he does. Inch by inch he slides into me. So excruciatingly slowly.

“More. Faster.”

He picks up the pace ever so slightly. It’s as though he’s trying to drive me insane.

His fingers pinch my nipple, and the jolt causes me to back my ass against him.

“Fuck yeah,” he growls.

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