Buyer’s Market(52)

Ethan brings his other hand to my throat, fingers closing around it, his claiming touch enough to send me over the edge. He grips me and pumps harder into me. Our eyes meet.

“You want to cum, my sweet baby girl?” Ethan asks. The raw emotion making his voice thick, the lust heating his eyes on mine, all send me over the top.

I get such a thrill out of how Ethan responds to me. It almost seems too good to be true that this gorgeous man could be all mine, and want me the way I want him. But our passions match and meet in the most incendiary way that I know that we’re made for each other.

“Yes, please, Ethan, God,” I’m groaning, begging, my hips bucking up to meet him, my pussy walls squeezing around Ethan's fingers, desperate for release.

“Cum all over my fingers, baby, I want to taste you,” Ethan says. His voice is pure need.

The air between us is electric, and the lust surging through me explodes. I don’t hold back anymore and I breathe deep into the orgasm flooding my senses.

Ethan's hand on my throat grips tighter, and his finger strokes my G-spot inside, his thumb working my clit impossibly faster.

I rocket off to the moon for all I care, being loud and cumming hard as I can. That driver definitely knows what we’re doing, but I’m not really thinking about that right now.

I’m thinking about how much I want Ethan's cock deep inside me. That’s where I want to cum. When I finally come down for a second, I see Ethan again as I open my eyes. Only when we make eye contact does he slide his fingers out of my pussy and into his mouth. I see them, glazed with my pearlescent arousal, and I like knowing that my cum is in his mouth. He kisses me, my cum coating his tongue, and I taste his mouth and my lust all at once.

I’m almost painfully aroused right now. The pressure in my stomach has just started and I’m aching for more release, more Ethan. I need him. I need his arms wrapped around me and I need his cock inside me.

I feel the car stop, and Ethan breaks the kiss to open the door. He unbuckles me and pulls me out of that car, slinging me over his shoulder. I think I actually see the driver laugh for a second, but I’m a little distracted. When a sexy guy throws you over his shoulder, you get to look at his butt.

What a fine ass it is, too. As soon as we’re in the house, he puts me down at the door. We’re both desperate for each other, but I need to see Ethan, naked before me. He’s so gorgeous that I only fear death because it means I’ll never see him naked again. Ethan, naked, hard, and looking at me like he wants to devour me is my exact sexuality. That’s what I crave, what I need, he’s everything that I’ve ever wanted in one perfect package of intelligent and physical perfection.

He presses me up against the door, but I put my palm on his chest to stop him. He already has a hand trailing up my thighs.

“Em, I need you,” Ethan says, his voice dark and thick with lust. I almost want to follow where that raw power and intensity in him goes, and be coy, but I need him too damn much to play games.

“I need to see you. Naked. I want to see that perfect body before it crushes me against it. I want to see you everywhere, touch you everywhere,” I say, and I realize that I’m reaching out and grabbing his cock.

“Oh, I need you too, baby. You do your clothes and I’ll do mine,” Ethan says, his breathing ragged.

If we don’t fuck soon, we’ll probably die. That’s how bad we need each other.

I start on my dress and step out of it, then pull off my thong. As I’m unhooking my bra, I decide that there is a little bit of tease in me right now, and I bolt to the library.

Ethan follows quickly behind me, leaving a mess of clothes behind him. I get right to his big leather wingback chair and lay myself over the arm, pressing my ass up into the air.

“Goddamn, good thing I’m not any older and I’m in such good shape, because that heart-shaped ass bent over my chair would give me a fucking heart attack,” Ethan says, his hands firmly gripping my hips.

I’m turned around so that I can look at every inch of him, and he’s pure sculpted perfection. I turn around and hold onto the chair as much as I can, though, because I’m dangling off the edge and I need to hold tight.

Because as soon as I turn, Ethan starts running the length of his cock through my bare, exposed pussy.

I cry out, the intensity of the sensation already so overwhelming. My legs are shaking.

Ethan's fingers dig into my hips and I crave that possessive touch. It makes me wild, over the edge of just fucking. When Ethan fucks me, he claims me. I couldn’t have it any other way. I crave him.

“My pussy is only yours, always, Ethan,” I moan out the words.