Chapter Nine
ETHAN
When we get to the bedroom, clenching my hands to not pounce on her like the Neanderthal I’ve apparently turned into. I love sex and I like it rough, but what if I scare her away with my demands?
I need to slow down and find out what she likes.
If it’s gentle, vanilla sex, always in the missionary position, I’d happily do that for the rest of my life. But she did say there was dirty talk in her dream.
She watches me, cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling with the same hunger I feel.
At least I hope she wants me as much as I want her.
“What do you like?” I grunt out.
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“What type of sex do you want?” I clarify, gesturing vaguely to the bed.
She narrows her eyes and scoffs. “You want me to choose from a menu or something?”
“No,” I sigh, reaching for patience I don’t have. Liz is finally in my bedroom, and I’m fucking it all up. “I don’t want to hurt you or do something you don’t like.”
“You would never hurt me.” She takes a step toward me, but I hold up my hand. She stops. The frown is back on her face.
I swallow. This shouldn’t be hard. I always make sure I know the rules before I take someone to bed. But with Liz, the stakes are higher. I wouldn’t recover if she rejects me.
But she also deserves to know the real me. “I’m dominant in bed,” I finally say. “I like it rough and I like dirty talk.”
She watches me, not saying anything. In the rumpled blue dress, with her gorgeous hair in disarray from my fingers, she looks like a fallen goddess.
“If that’s not your thing, tell me,” I blurt out when the silence goes on for too long. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
She tilts her head, her eyes glittering. “Whatever I want?” she whispers.
I nod.
Licking her lips, she ducks her head down, takes a step toward me, and puts her hand on my chest. “I want you to dominate me and talk dirty to me.”
Heat from her hand burns through my shirt, searing my skin. “Don’t say that just because it’s what I want.”
She tosses her hair back and boldly holds my gaze. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think about anything but you and your thick dick. I want you to ruin me for all other men, to fuck me over and over until I forget my name.”
I grab her waist, pull her hard against me, and crush my lips to hers. She melts into the kiss, her body soft and eager, hands fisting my shirt as our tongues tangle. She tastes of champagne and chocolate.
I've jerked off thinking about this exact moment so many times. I’ve imagined her moans, her tight pussy wrapped around my cock, and now it's finally real.
I break the kiss, grip her chin, and force her to meet my eyes. "You've been teasing me all night in that dress, haven't you? Showing off these perfect tits like a little temptress."
Her eyes darken with excitement, lips parting. "Maybe," she breathes. "What are you going to do about it, Ethan?"
I growl low in my throat, spin her around, and pin her against the wall with my body.
My hands slide up her sides and cup her tits, squeezing hard through the slinky fabric.
She gasps, arching back into me. "I'm going to fuck you the way I've wanted to for months," I say against her ear, voice rough.
"But good girls beg first, Liz. Beg for my cock. "
She whimpers, grinding her ass against the bulge in my pants. "Please, Ethan... I've wanted you too. So much I dreamt about you and had to take care of myself with a vibrator.”
We’ll get to the vibrator later, but first my dick needs to feel what it’s craved for so long.
Her pussy clenched around it. "Not good enough," I say and hike her dress up over her hips, exposing smooth thighs and black lace panties already soaked through.
I hook my fingers in the waistband and yank them down, letting them drop to her ankles.
I spread her legs so I can see her pussy.
It glistens in the dim light, swollen and ready.
Dropping to my knees behind her, I spread her ass cheeks wide, and drag my tongue from her clit to her back entrance in one slow lick.
She cries out, pushing back against my face. I devour her, tongue plunging inside her cunt, then circling her clit until her legs shake. "Fuck, Ethan... yes, just like that."
I stand, wipe my mouth, and bring my hand down on her ass in a sharp, light spank. The crack echoes, and her skin blooms pink. She yelps, then moans louder. "You like that, don't you?" I ask, landing another spank on the opposite cheek. "Being spanked like my naughty girl."
"Yes," she pants, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Harder."
I give her what she wants, two more firm but controlled smacks that make her ass jiggle and her pussy clench. "Good girl," I praise, and she shivers at the words, fresh slickness coating her thighs.
I unbuckle my belt, shove my pants down, and free my cock. It’s thick and aching, with pre-cum already beading at the tip. I rub the head along her soaked folds, teasing her entrance. "Tell me how bad you want this cock in your cunt."
"Please," she begs immediately. "Fuck my pussy, Ethan. I need you inside me."
I reach for a condom from the ones I left on my bed before going to the party. I hoped Liz would come home with me, but this is better than I could have imagined. Could have dreamt of.
After sheathing myself, I thrust into her halfway, groaning at the tight, wet heat that grips me. She moans softly, hands flattening against the wall.
I pull back and slam home, burying myself to the hilt. "Fuck, you're soaked for me. Taking my cock like such a good girl."
I set a hard rhythm, pounding into her from behind, the wet slap of my balls against her ass filling the room. Her tits bounce wildly.
I reach around and yank the top of her dress down, freeing them. I pinch and twist her hard nipples until she keens. "Yes, dominate me," she gasps. "I've wanted this for so long. Make me forget everything but what we’re doing right now."
I fist her hair, tug her head back gently, and bite her neck. "This pussy is mine now," I growl. "All those times at work you bent over in those tight skirts, teasing me, this is what you get."
"It's yours," she moans, slamming back to meet every thrust. "Harder. Spank me again."
I do, alternating deep thrusts with light, stinging spanks that turn her ass a beautiful shade of pink. Each smack makes her cunt tighten around me. "Good girl," I say with every praise, and she whimpers, dripping even more.
Her orgasm hits suddenly, and she screams my name, walls fluttering and milking my cock as she comes hard. I fuck her through it, relentlessly, until she's trembling.
I pull out, ignore her whine, and push her toward the bed. "Face down, ass up." She obeys instantly, dress bunched around her waist, tits pressed into the comforter, pink ass and dripping pussy on full display.
I kneel behind her and slide back in with one brutal thrust.
"Oh god, Ethan!" she cries, fingers clawing at the fabric.
I grip her ass, spreading her cheeks as wide as they’ll go, and pound her, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. One hand snakes underneath to rub tight circles over her swollen clit. "Come again for me. Squeeze that greedy cunt around my cock like a good girl."
She shatters a second time, body convulsing, pussy gushing around me.
I keep going, chasing my own edge, until I flip her onto her back.
Her legs fall open wide, tits heaving. I pull down her dress to see her nipples begging for attention.
Leaning down, I suck one into my mouth, bite gently, then soothe with my tongue while pinching the other.
"More," she pleads, threading fingers through my hair.
I line up and drive back into her, slow and deep at first, then harder. Our eyes lock. "Look at me while I fuck this pussy," I order.
She does. Her beautiful green eyes glassy with lust as I claim her. "You're so big... stretching me perfectly."
"That's right. This is what you've been craving, my cock owning your cunt."
"Yes," she breathes. "All yours."
I spank her thigh lightly, then her tits, watching the flesh jiggle and flush. She arches into every slap, loving the sting. "Good girl," I murmur again, and she clenches hard around me.
I push her further up the bed and sit back against the headboard. Then I pull her onto my lap, facing me.
She sinks down onto my cock with a moan, tits bouncing as she starts to ride me.
I grip her ass, guiding her roughly, spanking with each downward grind. "Faster. Show me how much you need it."
She rides me hard, grinding her clit against my pelvis, chasing another orgasm. "I'm close... please..."
"Come on my cock, good girl. Let me feel it."
She explodes, pussy spasming, soaking us both. I thrust up into her, finally letting go. Gushing the condom full of cum, wishing she was riding me bareback. I yell out her name on the last push, and then bite down on her tit while squeezing the other.
She collapses on my shoulder, breathing hard. “Fuck, Ethan. That was amazing.”
“Better than your dream?” I ask.
Her head dips even lower. “So much better.” She exhales, cuddling into me.
But I'm already stirring again.
I lead her to the shower. Hot water pours over us as I press her against the tile, hands soaping her body slowly.
I spend extra time on her tits, lathering them until bubbles slide over her nipples, then pinching until she moans.
My fingers slip lower, circling her clit.
"You love being my good girl, don't you? "
"Yes," she gasps. "Make me yours again."
I turn her around, bend her forward, and slide into her from behind under the spray. The water makes everything slicker. “I need to get a condom,” I say.
“No,” she pants. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.”
“So am I.”
She pushes her ass against me. “Then what are you waiting for?”
I fuck her slow and deep at first, then faster, spanking her wet ass with sharp, echoing smacks. Each one stings more on wet skin, and she begs for harder.
"Your pussy is addicted to my cock already," I growl.
"Fuck yes, don't stop," she demands.
I rub her clit furiously until she comes again, legs buckling. I follow seconds later, pulling out to watch my cum stripe her ass and wash away down the drain.
Back in the bedroom, I push her onto the bed on her back. "Legs spread." She obeys, pussy glistening, still swollen from everything I've done to her. I dive in, eating her greedily, tongue fucking her cunt, sucking her clit, fingers teasing her entrance until she's thrashing.
"Ethan... please," she begs.
"Beg properly."
"Please fuck my pussy again. I need your cock."
I crawl up her body, pin her wrists above her head with one hand, and thrust in deep. "This cunt belongs to me now, Liz. All mine."
"Yes, yours," she moans, legs wrapping around my waist.
I pound into her, grinding against her clit with every stroke. I release her wrists to spank her tits lightly, then her thighs, marking her with faint pink handprints. She arches into every slap, loving the dominance.
"Good girl," I say over and over, and each time her cunt squeezes my cock harder.
We build together until she comes again, screaming my name, pussy milking me desperately. I flip her onto her stomach, pull her hips up, and drive back in.
"Ass up higher," I order and spank her as I fuck her in the prone position, hard and possessive, until she begs me to cum inside her.
I bury myself deep and let go, filling her cunt with hot spurts as her walls flutter around me, drawing out every drop.
I collapse on top of her with another yell, but then slide beside her and turn her to face me. Her body curls against mine as I stroke her back.
I've wanted this for so long, and it's even better than I imagined. I’ll never get enough of this woman.
"That was incredible," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my chest.
I smile into her hair. "We're just getting started, good girl."
She groans a protest about being tired, but when I crush my mouth to hers, she eagerly kisses me back.
I spend the night doing exactly what she asked me to, fucking her until she’s ruined for all other men.
Because she’s mine.
Nobody else can ever have her.
And in the process, she ruins me. But that’s no surprise.
I’ve been hers since I first laid eyes on her.