Chapter 55
Lena’s eyes met his and he watched as her expression went soft, pliant. god, that was beautiful. He knew she wanted to fight him, but she knew it was pointless. He had her. She was his. She knew it. He knew it.
He spun on his heel and pulled her up the stairs, wanting to see how far he could push her limits.
He already knew she loved being teased. He knew she liked to be on her back and have a man go down on her until she couldn’t breathe from the force of her orgasm. He wanted to hear what she sounded like when she begged.
He wanted her to beg for him.
She didn’t put up a fight when he pushed open his door and pulled her in. She didn’t struggle when he shoved the strap of her tank top down, his mouth immediately going to her nipple. He sucked hard and fast, making her cry out and clutch at his shoulders.
Her breasts were perfection.
Her ass was perfection.
Hell, she was perfection and he couldn’t wait to get her on her hands and knees and fuck her until neither of them could move.
He lifted her up into his arms and carried her to his bed. She made a soft noise of protest, but didn’t fight him as he set her down in the middle of the bed and shrugged off his suit jacket. His eyes never left her face as he undid his tie, then tugged at the buttons of his shirt.
She watched him strip, her eyes locked on his body. His shirt fell to the floor and he reached for his belt buckle.
Her gaze followed the motion, her breath catching. “Wait,” she said.
He paused, arching a brow. “For what?”
“Just…” She licked her lips, her eyes dropping down to his belt. “Just wait.”
He smiled and tugged off his belt, letting it fall to the floor. He stepped out of his pants, watching as she made a soft sound of desire. She wanted to see him, to touch him. She was fighting against it, but she wanted him.
He stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on hers.
“Tell me why you want me to wait,” he demanded.
Her gaze dropped down to his cock, and he knew she was looking at the way it jutted out from between his legs, hard and ready for her. A soft pink stained her cheeks and she shifted uncomfortably on the bed. “I just… I want you to… I want to see.”
“See what?”
She met his eyes, her face pink with embarrassment. “You.”
“You want to see my cock,” he said.
“Yes.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. She was so innocent. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“It’s not that…” She lifted her shoulders. “I guess I don’t really know what to expect.”
He reached down and cupped his cock, stroking it slowly. He watched as her eyes dropped down to follow the movement of his hand. “This?”
“Yes.”
“It’s going to fill your pussy up so much that you’ll never be able to forget it,” he said, his voice low and dark.
Lena sucked in a little breath, her lashes fluttering down over her eyes. Her lips parted softly, as if she were imagining him filling her up.
He knew that she wanted him to do it again. To stroke himself until he came for her. And he was more than willing to give her that.
He stepped closer to the bed, cupping his cock and stroking it slowly. Lena let out another soft sound, her eyes flashing up to meet his. “What is it?” he asked.
“I-I don’t know,” she whispered.
He arched a dark brow, pumping his cock in his fist. “Tell me.”
“It just feels weird,” she admitted.
“Why’s that?”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lip. “Because… I feel like I should be touching you instead.”
Ethan felt his gut twist with lust. Fuck, she had no idea what those words did to him.
He set one knee on the bed and leaned forward, still stroking his cock as he tugged her nipple into his mouth. She let out a soft moan, her hands immediately going to his hair, holding him against her breast as he sucked her nipple hard.
She was so soft.
He wanted to touch her everywhere. He wanted to know all her secrets. He wanted her to know his. He wanted her softness against his hardness. He wanted the sound of her pleasure filling his ears. He wanted so many things from her. So many things.
His hand dropped to her knee, dragging up beneath her skirt as he sucked at her breast. He lifted his head and watched her as he stroked his hand higher up beneath her skirt. “What are you wearing under this?” he asked, pulling up the hem of her skirt.
She let out another breath, shifting slightly against him. “A pair of black lace panties.”
Fuck. “Take them off,” he rasped, watching as she slowly sat up and started pulling them down. “Stop,” he said when they were at her knees.
She paused, looking at him curiously.
Ethan reached out and grabbed the top of her panties in his grip, then dragged them down the rest of the way. He dropped them onto the bed beside her and looked at her cunt.
She was wet.
Her bare cunt was so fucking wet for him.
“Fuck,” he whispered, reaching out to run his finger against her clit.
Lena gasped, her eyes flying up to his. “Ethan-”
“Shh. Don’t worry. I’m just going to touch you for a minute.” He pushed her back down against the bed and reached out, gripping his cock in his hand. He stroked slowly, watching her as he worked himself over.
She reached out, hesitantly, and touched a finger to the tip of his cock. He groaned, shoving his hips forward slightly as he looked at her.
His cock was thick. He knew it would be a challenge getting inside her virgin cunt. But he was going to enjoy every second of it.
“Look,” he said gruffly.
She lifted her eyes, her pupils dilated and her cheeks pink. “Yes?”
“I want you to watch this,” he said. “Watch how much I want you.”
Her gaze dropped down and she watched as he cupped his balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the other. His hips thrust forward against his hand, his head tipping back as pleasure rolled through him.
He was so close to coming.
“Ethan?” she whispered. “Do you want me to… um… touch you?”
He opened his eyes and looked down at her, seeing the question in her eyes. “You want to touch me?”
“Yes,” she said, a little more confidently.
He groaned and nodded toward the bed. “Lay down next to me.”
She did as he told her, laying down on the bed next to him. He rolled onto his side and looked at her. “Touch me. I want to feel your hand on my cock.”
He watched as she reached out, her hand closing around his cock. She stroked him slowly and he felt himself start to come, pleasure exploding through him as his semen shot out onto her stomach.
He watched as it dripped down her belly, making her skin look creamy and smooth.
“Fuck,” he grunted, feeling like he was dying.
It had been so long since he’d felt anything so good.
He reached out and cupped her cheek, turning his head to look at her. Her eyes were wide with shock. He reached down between them and ran his fingers through the wetness on her belly, bringing his fingers to his mouth.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, sucking the wetness from his fingertips.
“I…” She licked her lip. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.”
“I know. I’m a big man.” He smiled. “Now, are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” She nodded, her lashes dropping down. “Please, Ethan.”
He groaned, reaching down to cup her pussy. She cried out against him, her hips arching into his touch. “You don’t know how fucking good that feels,” he whispered, stroking his fingers through her wetness. “You’re so wet and fucking tight.”
She gasped again when he pressed a finger inside her cunt. “Oh-”
“Look at me,” he rasped.