Chapter 12 Ethan
ETHAN
This was a long time coming. Barbara underneath me, looking at me with want, knowing exactly whose cock is about to plunge into her tunnel without mercy or reprieve.
I throw one of her legs over my shoulder, spreading her open for me. My mouth waters at the sight of her waiting hole, already so wet for me. She wants this just as bad, wants me.
With a groan, I press the fat head of my cock against her clit, smearing the precum, mixing it with her honey.
“Ethan,” Barbara moans impatiently, her eyes locked on what I’m doing. Maybe on what I’m not doing.
“You want me to fuck you, little bee?” I ask teasingly. I drag the tip of my cock lower, but don’t push in.
Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red at my question. I’m enjoying her discomfort a little too much, my balls twitching with glee. It’s time she admits who she’s been thinking of when she was touching herself alone.
“Tell me, Barbara. Tell me who you want inside that delicious cunt.”
“I…”
Clicking my tongue, I lean forward so I’m right above where my dick rests against her opening. I spit on her pussy, my cock jumping when a string of saliva connects my lips to her clit.
Barbara moans, but tries to look offended, like I can’t see the fire burning in her warm brown eyes.
“You’re disgusting,” she says breathlessly. “A pervert.”
I chuckle at her poor acting skills. “And you’re a dirty little slut who wants to be fucked by the creep.”
Not waiting for her to return fire, I place my thumbs on each side of her clit and start to rub it with alternating motions. Barbara chokes on her breath, her back arching off the couch.
“Say it, firecracker. Tell me what you want. Who you want.”
“N—no,” she says instead, her head turning from side to side. I watch her breathing, her muscles twitching, watch for signs of her getting close to the edge.
“You want to come, Barbara?” I ask mockingly while she thrashes underneath me.
“D—don’t stop,” she sobs, her eyes shut tightly so she can jump off the ledge.
When her ass lifts up from the couch, I stop.
“No!” she screams, reaching between her legs, but I’m faster and hold both of her hands against her stomach with one of mine. “You bastard.”
I wink at her. “Your bastard.
“Motherf—” I interrupt the insult by moving back and bringing her pussy up to my mouth with my hands under her ass.
“I presented a simple solution, my love. Tell me who you want breeding this hole, and I’ll let you come on my cock.”
Her sound of frustration makes my blood sing, and I laugh with glee. She looks away, the immature response making my shoulders shake. Breaking her down is the most fun I’ve ever had, and I hacked into the Pentagon when I was fifteen.
Looking down at her pussy—shining with her arousal and my precum and spit—I let loose a groan that vibrates through my throat.
“Nothing on this planet is as delicious as you, Barbara Neal. Absofuckinglutely nothing.”
With that, I dive in, snarling as her taste hits my tongue. Her thighs clench over my ears, squeezing me while I feast on her cunt. I stretch her with first one finger, then two, then three, getting her ready for my cock when she finally gives in, admits she’s mine.
Just as her channel starts fluttering over my fingers, I pull back, letting her orgasm fizzle out again. Barbara yells with frustration, this time not attempting to get herself off, but trying to punch me instead.
“My firecracker is so violent,” I say with a chuckle that’s part pride, part amusement.
“Just let me come already!” she seethes. “Why are you torturing me like this?”
I grin at her reddened face. “Oh, little bee, I’m not the one torturing you. You’re doing it to yourself.” Positioning myself between her legs again, I raise an eyebrow and continue calmly: “Tell me who you want breeding this tight little snatch and I’ll give you all the orgasms you can handle.”
Barbara breathes out through her nose slowly and turns her head to the side. “You,” she mumbles so quietly that I can barely hear her.
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask gleefully. “I didn’t hear you.” I tap my cockhead over her pussy, depositing a few more pearly drops. She has no idea I’m being tortured just as much as she is.
“You,” Barbara says louder, her eyes narrowing.
I click my tongue. “You know that’s not what I need to hear, baby.”
“Ethan,” she mutters.
I nudge the tip of my cock against her swollen clit, enjoying the smooth glide.
“You know, I had a grenade explode near me once, my hearing’s not been the same since then and—”
“Ethan Kane!” Barbara screams, her fists bunched up and ready to hit me again. “I want Ethan Kane breeding my pussy!” The second part comes out even louder, echoing in her small apartment.
I blink at the volume before smirking at her. “Your neighbors and I appreciate the confession, little bee.”
Finally, I start slowly pushing in even as she squirms for more, her face red from frustration and shame.
“Look at your pussy taking me like my perfect little cumdump, firecracker,” I growl when I get halfway in.
Barbara moans in response to my words, her lids tightly shut.
I take both of her nipples in my hands and twist until her eyes shoot open, her pussy strangling me with how hard it clenches. “I said, look.”
Finally, her eyes drop to where we’re joined, and I take the last few inches of her pussy with one brutal thrust that has her gasping in surprise.
“That’s it,” I say, my voice strangled from the pressure building in my balls. “Watch me claim this hole. Your mouth and ass are next, baby. I’m owning all of you before the day is done.”
“N—no,” she says futilely, even as her hips lift up to offer me more.
“Keep saying no, firecracker.” I punctuate my words with another sharp thrust. “It turns me on.”
“You’re such an asshole,” she says even as she reaches for my wrists where I’m holding on to her hips. Not to push me away, but to anchor herself, connect us more than we already are.
“Call me whatever you want, as long as you call me yours.”
As predicted, that shuts her up. Barbara might be starting to accept our sexual chemistry, but she can’t handle the emotional connection. Not yet. Now’s not the time to dig into that, though. Now she gets to cream over my cock.
I tilt her pelvis up and start thrusting with a measured rhythm that’s bound to drive her insane. Every time my cock bumps against her G-spot, she lets out a surprised little whimper that sets my balls on fire.
It’s not long until her channel starts squeezing me tighter, and this time I don’t stop—I go faster, I go harder, fucking her with ruthless precision that brings her back to the edge within seconds.
“Say my name, firecracker. Tell the world who’s making you come so good.”
“Ethan!” she shrieks, followed by a mewling sob, just as she sprays my cock, my pelvis, and my thighs with her release.
“Fuck yeah, that’s my good girl,” I groan. “Squirt all over me. Soak me with your honey. Mark me as yours.”
Barbara squeals when another splash leaves her pussy, and I’m lost. Even though I want to keep her coming until we both pass out, my balls draw up, and lightning shoots down my spine.
“Ah, fuck,” I hiss. “I’m breeding you, firecracker. Take my cum!”
With a guttural growl, I bathe Barbara’s womb with spurts that feel endless, my cock kicking inside her repeatedly. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s on fire from pleasure that seems to go on forever. My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest.
Finally, I lean over her, pressing my forehead against hers, enjoying the fluttering aftershocks that dance over my still-hard rod, enjoying the sensation of Barbara’s soft breath against my lips.
When my brain unscrambles, I start kissing every part of her face I can reach—the corners of her lips, the tip of her nose, her gently-closed eyelids, the middle of her forehead.
I fight the urge to tell her how much I love her, not wanting to be kicked off just yet.
After a while, Barb’s eyelids flutter open. When our gazes meet, her cheeks color a lovely shade of pink I want to put there as often as possible.
“I don’t know why you look so smug,” she mutters. “I don’t think that was even three minutes.”
I bury my head in her neck, laughing against her skin.
“Tell me, firecracker… Has anyone made you squirt before?”
Her silence speaks volumes.