29. Cassidy
I’ve never been this exposed, this ashamed, this fucking turned on in my life. I have so many conflicting emotions surging through my mind that I don’t know what to latch onto.
So I just don’t. I try not to think, not to freak out, and just submit.
When Ethan’s finger slips inside my hole, my body erupts with euphoria. A delicious, aching tingle jolts through me, and I rush so hard into an orgasm that it feels like I’m blacking out.
My entire lower body clenches like a fist. I start gushing, but I can’t fight what’s happening any more than I can fight Ethan.
He keeps my ass cheeks parted, lapping up every drop that pours out of me, leaving me a shivering, trembling wreck.
And that finger never leaves my asshole. He keeps working it in and out of that impossibly tight hole.
I come, I gush…and then I keep coming.
I scream his name and then I’m begging him to fuck me.
“Please, God, please!”
“What are you begging for, toy?” Ethan grates out from behind me, almost like he’s angry.
“Your… your cock.” I blubber out the words, equal parts mortified and desperate. “Please fuck me with your cock.”
He growls as smooth and hard and warm presses against my entrance. I look at him over my shoulder, balancing precariously with my shaking arms, barely able to keep me from sliding onto the cushions, and see he’s gripping his cock, lining it up between my legs.
My pussy clenches with need, and he lets out a rumble as he drags the tip of his dick through the arousal dripping from my entrance.
I whimper, pushing back as much as I can, trying to force his cock inside me. But I guess that’s not the way this works.
Ethan looks up at me, a dark look in his eyes as he drags his cock through my drenched folds. “So impatient, toy.”
“Please, it hurts.”
“That’s the point.” There’s a cruel smile on his mouth now.
Eyes still locked on mine, he releases his cock and slaps my ass so hard I see stars.
“You should be glad I’m going to fuck your cunt, and not your asshole. That’s going to hurt.” He drags his cock up and takes his finger out of my ass, pressing against that tight hole with his dick instead. “If you want pain, toy, I can easily arrange it.”
“No!” I bleat out. “Please don’t. I’ll be patient.”
He chuckles, applying more pressure against my hole as if he’s going to go ahead with his threat regardless of how much I beg.
Then his phone rings.
For a moment, I can’t even place the sound. My body is strung out, throbbing, still reeling from my last orgasm, and already aching for another.
Ethan cracks his hand against my ass, and then I hear his voice. “Yes?”
Oh, my God.
We did not just answer his fucking phone.
I throw him a shocked look over my shoulder, and he gives me a smug little smile as he pushes his finger back into my ass.
“I’m a little busy right now.”
I refuse to let the delicious sensations coursing through me overrule my anger. I shift forward, his finger releasing with a pop, and then kick him.
Of course, I immediately regret it. He grunts into the phone, watching dumbstruck as I clamber over the back of the sofa and bolt to the library’s door.
The hoody barely reaches the curve of my ass, baring my legs. My slick-coated thighs rub together in a very distracting way as I dash out the door into the hallway.
As soon as I hear him growl, “I’ll phone you back,” I know it’s going to be after he catches me.
But I run anyway, because I’m stubborn like that.