Chapter 16 – Ethan
Sixteen
Ethan
H er ass cheeks sink into my hands and the rush that spikes through my brain almost beats hitting a parlay. It will be torture not to cum inside this pussy tonight. But I'm a man of my word. I promised not to fuck her, but I never kept my intentions secret. My tongue needs this. Once I pressed my nose into the sweet doctor's panties... I had to have her.
"You can't scream," I murmur. "If you scream... I'll have to put something in your mouth to quiet you down. Can't have my mama up all night worrying."
She pushes lightly against the top of my head as if she can get me to rethink my choice because I brought up the practical details. No chance. I swat her hand away and distract her from worrying about useless matters by peeling those big sweatpants over her bubble butt.
Her ass is spectacular. Huge. Natural. Softer than I expected. I like squishing it up and rolling her big butt cheeks around in my palms. She's deliciously sexy. That butt is a goddamn treat because I've never been with a woman who has a natural gigantic ass like this. And she's tall too, so that big ass sits on a pair of sexy, firm legs.
She has nothing beneath those sweatpants, so once I work them down to her thighs, Amanda's juicy pussy emits a sweet, musky scent that jerks my cock forward aggressively, hitting against the bed. It's out of my control. I can't stop my dick from jumping around down there. I can just distract myself from the agony of delayed gratification by passing on the torture to the soft woman wriggling in my grasp, desperate to have the beast stop groping her ass.
I kiss the top of her mound, enjoying the soft patch of pussy hair at the top. Shaved. Unshaved. Waxed. Who gives a fuck. Pussy is pussy and I like mine only one way: Mine. To belong only to me. Like every man in my family, I inherited dad's possessive streak.
The second I claim a woman, I become fucking insane and ready to kill anyone who so much as looks at her. The only reason I didn't murder that dickwad at the gas station was because I hadn't pushed my nose into Amanda's panties yet.
Now, all bets are off. I run the top of my tongue over her mound, teasing her before I part those lips and suck on the real treasure between her legs. I spread her legs apart and let her musky scent waft all over me as my dick pleads for relief.
Amanda whimpers. Having this fancy doctor melting in my hands this way increases the rush of power I feel. She moves her ass just a little, almost like she wants me to lick her more. Like she changed her mind. I don't look up at her to give her the chance to move in one way or the other.
Nothing can stop me from feasting on her delicious pussy tonight.
I part her lower lips with my tongue after teasing kisses on Amanda's thighs almost draws a moan out of her. I can't help myself. My tongue smashes violently between her full lower lips. Her clit tastes so fucking good that I salivate all over her pussy and mix my juices and hers before I get my tongue through the length of her slit.
Fuck…
My entire body shudders as Amanda's pussy juices have an immediately intoxicating effect. Dizziness overwhelms me and my tongue thrusts along her length, tasting more of her. If I could do a line of her pussy, I would. I push my nose deep between her folds and eat her for dear fucking life.
Amanda's gasps, but her efforts to stifle her moans won't hold. I swipe my finger through some of her juices and tease her more by pressing my soaked finger against her asshole while I tongue her precious clit.
Amanda's pussy tastes like heaven and her butthole is a delicious, tight ass treat. Holding back my dick's desires is downright impossible. But I have to do it. I press my tongue flat against Amanda's clit before licking her nice and slow, sliding my wet finger against her tight ass while I french kiss her clit.
To suppress her natural moans, she makes sexy soft grunting noises that tempt me to push my finger deeper into her ass. I get my index finger up to my knuckle, causing her ass to convulse around me as I keep kissing her clit.
Amanda gushes juices all over my face and my spit slides between her lips to coat my finger and her asshole. I push my finger all the way up her back door, forcing her to moan as I sloppily suck on her clit.
The moaning ain't too loud, so I keep sawing my finger out of her asshole while I tease her pussy lips open and push her closer to the edge. So close I can fucking taste it. Her thighs squeeze aggressively around my head, almost suffocating me in their delicious thickness.
I let her squeeze those legs around my head. Wouldn't be a bad way to go, dying tongue deep in her pussy. Amanda's asshole tightens around my finger as I tongue-fuck her and then... her first orgasm slams into her. Her fingers grip as much of my hair as she can hold onto as she mashes my face into her pussy so I can eat her better.
My finger pumps out of her ass faster so I can remind her I'm in control while I keep eating her through that first climax, holding her legs wider apart with force so I can eat her to another one before she comes down off the first high.
Her pussy makes sloppy wet sounds as I suck her juices off those puffy lower lips from her first couple climaxes. Tasting her intoxicates me further, removing all sense. I don't even want to take my finger out of her butt. It's so damn tight…
When I come up for air, it's because she fights me off. Her toes hurt as she presses hard enough into my shoulder to leave a harsh bruise. I move my wet face and soaked beard away from her pussy lips and dry both off along her thighs as I kiss my way up for air. I slide my finger out of her asshole last, letting it make a quiet pop as I free her butt from the forbidden pleasure.
When I make eager eye contact with her, desperate for approval, Amanda only looks bewildered.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
I chuckle. "Instinct."
She shakes her head. "No. This is like... I've never... Men can do that?"
"You're not a thirty-five year old virgin, are you?"
"First of all, I'm thirty-seven," she says. "Which is a respectable age to be single and have never been married."
"Virgin?"
"No," she says. "Of course not. I'm grown."
"Good," I whisper. "That way I won't have to teach your grown ass how to ride my dick."
She rolls her eyes. "I'm tired."
"Fucking brat," I whisper, but I say the words with an affectionate tone. And kiss the bottoms of her feet so she'll be too ticklish to protest. "I promised I wouldn't fuck you until I spend two weeks clean. Now I know it's going to be light work."
"Light work?" Amanda leans up on her forearms, struggling to wrestle her foot from my grasp. I keep a firm hand on her ankles. I'm not letting her get away from me yet.
"Yup. I can use my little loophole to stay distracted."
She scowls at me. "This was... an experiment. Consider your curiosity satisfied."
I laugh. "You are such a brat."
"Ethan... I'm thinking about your mental health."
"What about your pussy health? Doesn't it bother you that you've gone your whole life without a proper tongue-fuck?"
"I'm not having this conversation," she says, grunting between each word as she tries to force her body out of my grasp. I'm twice her size and could easily pin her down with a single palm. I lick the bottom of her feet, forcing her to make a noise between a yelp and a moan.
"What is wrong with you?" she hisses when I pull my tongue away and chuckle at her reaction.
"It's a fair deal. I'm not paying you for therapy anymore so... I'll give you head until... D-day."
"D-day?"
"Yeah. The day I give you my dick."
"Boy, bye."
I chuckle and kiss the bottoms of her feet again. "I'll let you sleep now and end all your suffering..."
"On what condition?" she interrupts.
"You have to be the little spoon."
She rolls her eyes. "I'm not cuddling with you."
"Even after–
"Ethan..."
"Fine," I whisper. "But you'll change your mind and before you know it, that sexy ass will be stuck against my dick all night."
She rolls her eyes, but she's predictable. And so am I. One taste of Amanda's sweet ass pussy and I'm thinking dangerous thoughts. Like tattooing my club name on her dark brown thigh... Property of Bear.
My stomach feels suddenly sick at the thought of her going back to Boston. Or ever leaving my side.
I wait patiently for Amanda to fall asleep. I'm in no rush to leave her side, but I'll have to slip out of bed to get news from the Murray brothers soon. How did these Midnight SS bikers find me? What do they want? And are there more of them hunting my family down across the country?
I would much rather have my tongue deep inside Amanda than answer questions like the ones I have, but patience will serve me here -- I can tell.
She makes soft little snores after falling asleep, leaving me reasonably assured she won't wake up when I crawl out of bed to handle business with the Murrays.
I kiss the top of her forehead as I climb out of bed. My lips still smell like her pussy and I have the faintest remnants of her on my tongue still. Fuck, she's special. She tastes special. From the second I saw her, I felt this attraction to her.
But what happens next? It's been so long since I met a woman I wanted that I hardly know what I want anymore. Marriage? Babies? Amanda has never had either, which I can appreciate as rare for a woman her age. But what would she even want with me?
Good sex might keep her happy but... women need to know they're safe. I haven't come close to proving that to Amanda yet.
Amanda remains asleep when I leave the bedroom and check my phone for updates. I have text messages from Wyatt and Owen I've ignored for days. I walk out towards the kitchen to find mom curled up on the sofa, sleeping next to a glass of white wine she shouldn't have had…
I take the half-finished glass over to the sink and wash it up for her before Darragh Murray calls to tell me what the mob found out in Boston.
It's bad news.
News bad enough that he'll have to tell Wyatt. News bad enough to screw the entire club if we don't act now.
While Amanda sleeps, I slip out to the hallway so I can call my brother and get ahead of the bad news. Wyatt picks up after only a couple rings and he doesn’t sound that tired.
“I’m up with the kid,” he answers, getting straight into business without pleasantries. “Darragh messaged me the bad news.”
“Why would someone pretend to be part of a gang of racist bikers?”
“I don’t know. Do you have any ideas? Owe anyone money?”
“No.”
“I’ll have to get Tamiya on the case, then. Or someone. We’ll work it out with the Irish.”
“Great,” I mutter. “More mobsters in our business.”
“Better mobsters than Nazi bikers,” Wyatt points out before catching himself and muttering a tamer version of the F-word. “Anna doesn’t want me talking about club business in front of the baby.”
“Does the baby understand?”
“He might one day,” Wyatt replies. Before our conversation can devolve into an argument, his little one starts fussing and he has to hang up to handle his dad duties. I have duties too… Keeping Amanda safe. And warm. She doesn’t wake up as I slide back into the bed. Knowing she won’t wake up at this point, I let my arms fall naturally around her body.
Her breathing is so gentle and slow. I press my nose into her hair and hold her close to me as I fall asleep. Just to make sure she doesn’t run away. Of course.
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