Children of Vice (Children of Vice #1)(73)

“Oh…my…Ethan. Ahh!” I gasped, my body trembled as his tongue tickled my clit. Unable to stop myself, I rocked my hips into his mouth, my eyelids feeling heavier as my body temp rose.

“Eat, baby,” he said, and feeling his lips vibrate against me as he spoke was almost too much for me.

“Yes.” Was all I could say before taking him back into my mouth, my hands caressing his balls, both of us moaning against each other.

Yes!

God, yes!

More!

I wanted more of him.

I wanted all of him.

I never wanted this to end.





ETHAN


Fuck. Why was she so damn beautiful?

Her moans were intoxicating.

The way she looked while being f*cked, a thin layer of sweat on her white skin causing her blond hair to stick to her body, was divine.

I wanted to lose track of time kissing every part of her body. I wanted to see how many ways I could make her legs weak.

“Ethan...ah…please…oh…” she cried out, her palms so sweaty she was starting to slide on the kitchen floor…

The kitchen? Why are we in the kitchen?

Right. We’d come to get more food, but she had to tempt me with that cute small robe of hers. Which didn’t cover her ass when she bent over to get something from the fridge. Which led to this. Her on all fours and trying to stay that way as I rammed myself into her ass. Sweat rolled down my face, off my chin and onto her back with each thrust forward.

“I can’t—” Her hands slid and she went down, her breasts on the tiled floor, but I couldn’t stop. No, I needed her to scream out more. I wanted to be in her more, much more. So I sat up on my knees more and pulled her hips to me, holding them in place with my arm as I leaned on top of her, chest on her back.

“Ethan.” She drooled, lost in her sexual daze. “So good.” She kissed my chin, until her mouth got to my lips, and from there, our tongues roamed each other’s mouth.

“You are mine,” I said when we broke away, my hands wrapping around her neck. “Always…say it.”

“I’m…” She tried to close her eyes, trembling as I slammed into her ass.

“Say it.”

“I’m…yours…”

I pulled out slightly, trembling with her before thrusting back in, swallowing the saliva in my mouth to ask her, “For…how long? For how long are you mine?”

“Always,” she muttered.

“Louder!”

“I’m yours always!”

“Whose?” My grip tightened on her, my pace quickening.

“YOURS!” she screamed out and once she screamed she gave into the pleasure, the lust, the wildness in herself and kept screaming. “I’m yours! I’m yours, Ethan Callahan! Oh, f*ck…yes...baby, yes! OH! ETHAN!”

She cried as she came forcefully, her legs bucking, taking me with her as she collapsed. Bracing myself onto my elbows, I kissed the side of her sweaty cheek.

“Never forget that,” I whispered into her, slowly calming down as I too was at my limit. “Never forget you belong to me and me alone. I’ve waited for only you, Ivy, dreamed only of you, and now that I have you, I’m going to f*ck you like this until…ugh…until I figure what the hell you’ve done to me. UH!” I grunted, gripping her waist as I came deep inside her.

I held myself up on my hands on either side of her.

I closed my eyes, trying to both breathe and calm myself down.

I don’t know how long we both stayed like that, naked, sweaty, pressed together, breathing heavily, and I didn’t care.

It was only when I found the will and the strength to move again did I slowly push myself up and gently pulled out of her, both of us covered in each other. On my feet, the world felt like it was spinning for a moment, before I felt upright. Moving to the open fridge I’d pulled her from, I reached for the milk and drank it from the bottle, bracing myself against the kitchen counter when I was done.

“Ethan.”

Her voice was so soft I thought I’d imagined it.

Turning to face her, she’d rolled over onto her back, her hand over her eyes, and I didn’t realize why until she spoke. “Ummm…f*ck…I mean…I…whatever I did…whatever I’ve done…don’t figure it out.”

She was crying.

Not sobbing.

Just tears flowing out of her eyes.

“Why are you covering your face?”

“Because my eyes are leaking and they shouldn’t be!” she shouted in frustration. “I should cry when I’m sad. Now this wasn’t sad…this was the best…I’ve never felt like that before.”

Putting the milk down, I walked back over to her and even when I picked her up into my arms she wouldn’t let me see her face, even though I could feel her tears on my chest.

“Say it,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Say you’ll never try to find out why me?”

“I’ll never question why I fell for you.”





TWENTY-TWO


“Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.”

~ J.K. Rowling





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