Chapter 4 #3
Ethan’s strikes alternated between my ass cheeks and thighs as he ruthlessly punished my flesh.
Then, shockingly, he spanked me even lower.
Directly on the lips of my pussy protruding between my clamped thighs.
In a state of shock, I jumped and cried out.
The pain was sharp, but so was the pleasure.
Only one hit, and I’d almost embarrassed myself by coming right then and there in the man’s lap.
I was already certain I was making a mess on his jeans with my juices.
But coming as he disciplined me, that was a whole other level of humiliation I wasn’t prepared for.
Ethan’s grumbling grew even deeper as he leveled my throbbing pussy with another hearty whack. The splashing sound of my wetness greeted my burning ears. Something the gruff man couldn’t have missed.
Pausing, Ethan audibly sniffed the air and outright growled. Then, his hand stilled and his skilled fingers began to take over. He released one of my legs, keeping the other trapped, and pushed my thighs open.
The tone of his punishment suddenly shifted from strict reprimand to intense exploration. Those fingers were magic. They began to dip and test the lake between my legs with a rough finesse I had only dreamt about.
“What are you doing?” I panted, my hips swiveling against his erection with a mind of their own.
“Quiet,” Ethan demanded, his voice several octaves deeper than normal. “I can smell what’s happening to you, and I’m taking care of it. I’m giving you what you need.”
I didn’t argue further, because I did need this. The second his thumb grazed my clit, I moaned, a low, desperate sound that left nothing to the imagination about just how much I craved his touch.
“That’s a good girl,” Ethan soothed, teasing the swelling nub with the precision of a surgeon. “Do you want to come nice and hard for me, Millie?”
“Yes, please,” I purred, straining against his touch, “more than anything.”
Ethan was being deliberately gentle, and it was pissing me off. Right now, gentle could fuck all the way off. I wanted rough. I wanted hard. I wanted it all. And I wanted it with him.
“If you continue to be good for me, I’ll let you come,” Ethan dangled an orgasm like sexual bait over my head. “But if you’re a bad girl,” he punctuated the point with his palm against my reddened ass once again, “I won’t let you come.”
When I didn’t answer right away, Ethan gave my backside another quick pop.
My pride tried to overcome my lust, and I growled like a wild cat, squirming and struggling to get away from him.
“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you’ll be my good girl, and I’ll finger fuck you and make you come. Otherwise, I’ll leave you dripping wet and unsatisfied.”
I hated him for making me beg, but I was too far gone to fight it. “I’ll be good,” I readily agreed, willing to do all manner of depraved things for him, if he’d just push me over euphoria’s steep ledge so I could break into a million, frenetic pieces.
“I don’t believe you,” Ethan returned, edging me even slower and with less pressure than before.
“I’ll be good, God damn it!” I hissed angrily through gritted teeth. It felt like I was crawling out my skin. Nothing shy of pure bliss would make me whole again.
Ethan’s fingers stopped working my clit altogether.
“I said, I don’t believe you,” he repeated, dipping into the well of my pussy, which made a humiliating squelching sound as his finger plunged into my core.
“Based on how wet you are, Millie, I’d say you’d better do exactly as I say, or it’s going to be one long, uncomfortable night. Do we understand one another?”
That bastard! Well, he wasn’t the only one who could play dirty. I might be a virgin, but I wasn’t completely ignorant about men. Lucky for me, I was in the perfect position to show him what I did know.
Shifting my body weight as best as I could, I freed one of my hands that was propping me up and prepared to make my move.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Millie,” Ethan groaned thickly. “I don’t think I could fit anything bigger than a single finger into this tight little cunt of yours.”
Stroking my slit with a second digit, the galling man teased at the possibility of spreading me wider. Biting my lip against his skilled assault, I tried to thrust my hips into his fingers in hopes of impaling them deep.
Anticipating my awkward attempt, Ethan chuckled and pulled back his hand. I heard him noisily suckling on his fingers, and I nearly whited-out with desire at the thought of him savoring my juices.
“So fucking delicious,” Ethan cooed, making a meal of my glistening juice, as I turned to watch him through hooded eyes. “I could lick that pussy of yours all day long, Princess.”
Remembering what I was doing before he’d so thoroughly distracted me, I snaked a hand between us. Finding the steel pipe in his pants wasn’t exactly difficult. Fisting the massive python with my palm, I began to stroke Ethan through the denim material as I hummed in time with my firm strokes.
“Fuck, Millie, what are you doing?” My tormentor demanded, his body completely rigid as his hips bucked into my hand.
Tossing him a saucy look, I said, “What I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, Ethan.”
An expression of pure animal need ripped across Ethan’s handsome face then.
His grey-blue eyes met mine as I continued to work his shaft through the stiff, jean material.
He didn’t stop me, which emboldened me all the more.
On one particularly rough upstroke, I snagged the zipper and quickly dragged it down before he could determine what I was doing.
Reaching inside, I threaded my fingers through the slit of his boxers. My skin on his felt amazing. But I wanted, needed, more. I needed him somewhere more sensitive. More intimate. Inside of me in the way I’d never let anyone inside before.
“Millie, you have to stop,” Ethan warned, as I pumped his hard, meaty shaft in my hand. The damn thing was so thick, I couldn’t even fit my fingers all the way around its fat circumference.
Ignoring his warning, I continued forward. In for a penny, in for a pound. Right?
Scooching back, I grew even more bold. My ass in the air, I lined myself up for something I’d fantasized about for what seemed like eons: Ethan’s fat cock in my mouth. Just the thought of sucking the man off made me salivate.
My hot breath trailed down his ultra-sensitive skin, alongside the dangling, wet strands of my hair. Clutching him like the most valuable prize in the world, I sank my head down and swallowed him whole.
Well, maybe not all of him. I got the bulbous head of his cock, plus a couple beefy inches of his shaft, inside my mouth before I began to choke from the large obstruction.
“Fuck, babe, stop before you hurt yourself! Ethan cautioned, fisting his hands in my messy hair so he could watch my face as I worked him over.
Ignoring his warning, I dove back in. I had to taste him. Savor his personal flavor on my tongue. Feel him in my mouth.
A sharp hiss escaped Ethan’s lips as I choked down his massive rod once more.
This time, I was able to swallow him down deeper without activating my gag reflex.
My hot tongue glided smoothly up and down his hotter shaft several times before he snarled his fingers in my hair and stayed my pulsing movements.
“Enough!” He barked. Getting to his feet, Ethan took me with him, carrying me like I was a doll. Eating up the space between his bed and the couch, he set me onto the mattress with a purpose.
Shivering, I reveled in his dominance. I wanted his rough hands on me. Wanted him to toss me about, prise my thighs apart, and dive into my sopping center with animalistic intent.
“I’m doing this for your own good, Millie,” Ethan explained aloud, perhaps as much for himself as for me.
Standing back, Ethan’s heated gaze roved over my naked form. Until this moment, I wasn’t self-conscious about my nudity. I’d been too turned on to care. Now, I fought the urge to cover my breasts and belly with my arms so he couldn’t see my flaws.
Anticipating my move, Ethan shook his head. “Don’t you dare think about covering up. Tonight, I want to see everything. Touch everywhere. Taste all of you.”
My body began to quiver with both longing and fear. I wanted this more than I wanted anything. But I was also afraid. I’d never been with a man before. After getting a glimpse of what Ethan was packing, the thought of his cock thrusting inside of me was more than a little daunting.
“Open your legs,” Ethan ordered then, and I slowly complied.
Like the petals of a newly bloomed flower, my thighs parted so he could see the dewy, soft pink of my center.
“So fucking beautiful,” Ethan murmured, as he reached out and stroked my dripping passage. “I’m about to make that clean pussy of yours very dirty, Millie. Do you understand?”
Biting my lower lip, I whispered, “Yes.”
“There’ll be no going back once I start,” he explained, as he roughly shed his sweater.
This time, it was my turn to ogle him. Damn, Ethan was hot!
Few twenty-year-olds had a body like his.
It seemed purely sculpted from stone. His shoulders were wide like a lineman, his chest defined like a bodybuilder’s with the biceps to match, and his waist was narrow and trim, leading down to a deep V that dipped below his waistband.
Wasting no time, Ethan stepped out of his pants and shucked off his boxers.
That fat rod between his legs was so hard, it stood as tall and proud as any soldier at attention ever did.
Giving it a rough tug now, a glob of precum beaded at the tip, beckoning me to come taste the viscous fluid and suck it clean.
“I’m not sure you’re ready to handle this yet, Millie,” Ethan indicated the impressive shaft in his hand, “but we can’t afford to wait.
To keep you safe, I’ve got to take you, baby.
I need to claim and knot you. This has to happen.
And it has to happen tonight or your scent will draw in every male for a fifty-mile radius.
They’ll be knocking down my fucking door just to get inside that sweet pussy of yours.
They won’t be able to control themselves once they get a whiff.
And once they get a taste,” he paused as he stroked himself hard and a string of pearly fluid jetted from his slit, “they’ll kill for it. For you. Just like I will.”
I shivered at his dark words. I didn’t care why it happened. Just that it did. Ethan absolutely had to fuck me. To not do so would be cruel after everything we’d shared tonight.
“I’m ready,” I confidently responded, though I really had no idea what knotting even was.
Either way, I was about to find out and there was no turning back.