Chapter 109
Freya
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Since I don’t want to miss my reward, I close my eyes and swallow my pride, “Yes, I understand.”
“Good,” Ethan praises, trailing his fingers along my arms.
It feels amazing.
He silently traces the outline of my breasts through my lacy bra, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“So responsive,” Ethan murmurs. “I wonder how you will react when I really touch you.”
Without warning, he pinches both nipples through the fabric. The sudden sensation makes me gasp, my back arching off the bed.
“Ethan!” I cry out.
He grins wickedly. “That’s it, lioness. Let me hear you.”
A whimper leaves my lips, and Ethan responds by unhooking my bra and tossing it aside. The cool air hits my exposed breasts, making my nipples turn into hard peaks. Ethan’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight.
“Beautiful,” he breathes before lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat of his tongue sends tingles down my sex, which is rapidly growing wetter. I moan loudly, my hands clenching into fists above my head as I fight the urge to touch him.
It is…damn near impossible.
Ethan alternates between my breasts, licking, sucking, and occasionally nipping with his teeth. Each little bite sends a spark of pleasurable pain through me, making me writhe beneath him.
Just as I think I can’t take anymore, Ethan begins to kiss his way down my body. His tongue dips into my navel, making me giggle breathlessly. But then he’s hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties, sliding them down my legs torturously slow.
I lift my hips to help him, earning a sharp slap on my thigh. I yelp in surprise, more from the unexpectedness than any real pain.
“Did I say you could move?” Ethan asks sternly.
“N–no, I’m sorry.”
Ethan chuckles darkly at my apology as he tugs my panties down further, exposing my dripping sex to the cool air of the room. I shudder, goosebumps erupting across my skin.
“You’re forgiven this time,” he says, discarding my panties on the floor. “But you’d better not let it happen again.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe, submitting completely to his dominance.
Ethan settles between my spread legs, his hot breath teasing over my most sensitive flesh. I whimper, desperately craving his touch.
“Are you ready for me to feast on this pretty little pussy?” he asks, rubbing two fingers through my slick folds.
“Yes!” I practically sob, too far gone with lust to be embarrassed by how wantonly I’m behaving.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans.
I instinctively clench around his fingers. “J–just for you.”
“Only me?”
“Only you.”
His fingers start to fuck me, and everything disappears. There are no noises, no smells, no sights–only Ethan Steele owning me with his touch.
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“Can you hear the sound of your arousal, Freya?”
My cheeks heat as the sloppy sound from his fingers going in and out of my dripping wet pussy hits my ears.
“Y–yes.”
Ethan smiles between my legs and removes his fingers from my cunt. Then slowly, almost teasingly, he drags the flat of his tongue through my slit.
I cry out at the contact, my hips bucking involuntarily. Ethan’s firm hands hold them down as he licks me again.
“I love your taste,” he murmurs, smirking when I shudder in response to his voice. “Tell me, has any other man made you this wet, Freya?”
“No…”
“So it doesn’t matter that I’m younger than you then?”
The answer is embarrassing to admit, “N–no…”
Satisfied, he focuses his attention on my clit, flicking and stroking the sensitive nub with his tongue. My thighs tremble and tense around his head as he drives me closer and closer to the edge with just his talented mouth.
Desperately, I reach for anything to hold onto as Ethan eats me out like a starving man. The sheets twist in my fists as I try to keep quiet. But occasional whimpers and gasps escape regardless.
But those sounds only make Ethan more eager to tease me with his mouth.
He laps and suckles at my throbbing clit, the pleasure becoming almost too intense to bear. Lust courses through me like molten lava as he brings me right to the brink of having an orgasm again and again, only to back off at the last moment. His strong hands grip my thighs, holding me in place so he can play with me for his own amusement.
“Ethan!” I cry out desperately, needing more than this. I don’t want to be just his toy. “Please, I can’t take anymore!”
But Ethan ignores my pleas, determined to push me as far as I can go. He plunges two fingers deep inside my dripping channel while continuing his sensual assault on my clit with his tongue.
“N–no…” I whimper. “I…I need more…” Tears are burning behind my eyelids, but Ethan ignores them, too.
When he looks up at me, it’s with a wicked grin, his lips coated with my arousal. “You’ll take whatever I give you,” he growls possessively. “Is that clear?”
“Y–yes, sir.”
“Such a good girl,” he purrs approvingly, his fingers still buried deep inside my fluttering core. “I’m going to reward you for being so obedient.”
He begins pumping his digits in and out in a steady rhythm, curling them just right. It’s wonderful. My moans fill the room as Ethan strokes my G- spot mercilessly, driving me wild with need.
I arch my back slightly off the bed. “Ethan…”
He chuckles in response to me whispering his name over and over again. “I love seeing you this desperate, Freya,” his dark, almost emotionless voice says. “You played so hard to get, but look at you now–you’re dripping wet and so, so close. Aren’t you, Freya?”
I clench and unclench around his fingers, turned on by the sound of his voice. “Yes.”
“And you need me to let you cum, don’t you?”
“Y–yes.”
Swiftly, he withdraws his fingers from my aching cleft and kisses his way up my trembling body until he’s hovering over me. The thick head of his erection nudges insistently at my entrance, and I arch beneath him desperately.
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yesss.”
“Louder, Freya.”
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“I…I want your cock!”
He pushes the head inside but doesn’t go any further. Instead, he smirks down at me. “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes, Daddy, please!” I mewl shamelessly, needing to feel him fully inside of me more than anything. Ethan smirks down and thrusts forward, spearing me open on his rigid shaft.
I cry out in ecstasy, shocked by the size of him and how he stretches me to my limit. He starts moving immediately, showing me who is in charge with his brutal pace. I clench around him greedily, wetter than I’ve ever been.
Whimpers leave my lips–whimpers that I can’t control and Ethan picks up his pace in control.
“Look at you, my perfect little fuck doll,” Ethan says, his fingers digging into the meat of my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re taking me so
well.”
I clench around him in response, silently begging him to use me harder. He takes the hint, the force of his thrusts making the bed frame slam against the wall.
A loud moan leaves my lips, and then my pussy starts to convulse around his length.
“That’s it,” Ethan pants harshly, sweat dripping down his brow from exertion. “Milk my cock with your greedy little cunt.”
His filthy words make me shudder and jerk beneath him reflexively. I’ve never been spoken to like this before, but it only heightens my arousal.
“Yes, Daddy, I need…” My unintelligible begging dissolves into a choked sob as Ethan changes his angle slightly. He hits so deep inside me that stars burst behind my eyelids.
But I love the pain, and the moans leaving my mouth are incredibly loud.
“Yes, moan for me,” Ethan groans, his hips pistoning rapidly as he loses himself in the slick tightness of my convulsing sheath. “Let me hear how much you need Daddy’s cock.”
Ungh, he shouldn’t be called Daddy. He is younger than me, but fuck–it isn’t a lie. He looks like a Daddy with his large body, perfect abs, slabs of muscle, and absolute shelf of pectoral muscles.
So hot!
My climax crashes over me with the force of a tsunami, rendering me speechless and trembling violently beneath Ethan. He pounds me through it ruthlessly, chasing his own release.
“My perfect girl,” he praises gruffly as he buries himself to the hilt one final time. I can feel him pulsing deep inside me as he floods my spasming channel with his hot seed.
Ethan collapses on the bed beside me, breathing raggedly as we both slowly come down from our highs. I wrap my shaking limbs around him instinctively, craving his closeness even though I know this is only about sex. Tomorrow, I will be gone, but cuddling won’t hurt after sex, right?
“You’re amazing…” Ethan breathes, already burying his face into my hair as he snuggles up to me like an oversized cat seeking heat.
And blame it on the amazing orgasm I just had, but I hug him back, allowing my forehead to rest against his pillowy pectoral muscles before I close my eyes.
It feels safe.
Warm.
This is just about sex…right?
