Page 34 of Takeover

I wrap myself in Ethan’s bathrobe while I wait for the shower to get hot. I won’t even pretend to feel guilty about this weekend. And I’m eager to pick up where we left off this morning. Since this tryst has an expiration date, I’m going to make every second of it count.

While I stare at my reflection, the door to the bathroom opens, and Ethan walks in. He stands behind me and our eyes catch in the mirror. His arms snake around me and undoes the sash of the robe. The instant he pushes the robe past my shoulders, I feel the caress of his warm lips on my skin, and I lay my head back, giving in to the sensation.

“Vincent. The story,” I whisper.

“He’s out cold. Could barely keep his eyes open while he was in the tub.” He sinks his teeth into my skin, shocking me. I moan softly and rub my thighs together, eager for some friction.

I don’t have long to wait. I feel a large hand travel down my body and cup my pussy.

“Ethan,” I hiss. He sinks two fingers inside of me and thrusts deep inside, but all too soon, his fingers are gone.

He takes the robe off, leaving me completely nude. My nipples pebble, and I don’t miss Ethan’s smug smile. He drops to his knees behind me and bites each ass cheek. He doesn’t try to be playful. He bites down hard, and I hold on to the counter for support. He spreads my legs apart, sticks his head between my thighs, and conquers my pussy with his tongue.

As suddenly as he started, he stops, stands and catches my eyes in the mirror. The evidence of what he just did coats his mouth, and I moan in desire when he wipes his mouth with his sleeve.

He scoops me bridal style and takes me back to the bedroom.

“Shower,” I say, eager to cleanse myself before letting him have full access to my body.

“You talk too damn much. That’s your problem. I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll forget how to talk.” He sits on the bed and positions me across his thighs. Those smooth hands graze across my back, softly tickling my skin.

He cups my ass, his large palm practically covering my entire backside before spreading my pussy apart and fingering me until I’m close to orgasm.

I cry in frustration as he removes his fingers when I’m so close to my release.

“Not yet.” His hand lands on my ass, almost jolting me off his thighs, but he holds me in place. “I told you, you deserved a spanking. I don’t think you’ve ever been with a man who knows how to handle you.” He spanks me again, this time so hard that I bite into his thigh. I squirm on his lap, and the throbbing between my thighs reaches new heights.

“You’re not man enough,” I manage to croak out. My plan works, and he spanks me again, on the opposite side this time. Three fast swats followed by warm lips soothing my stinging skin. His teeth sink into my soft flesh, and I can do nothing but moan like a wanton slut, not the dignified woman I was raised to be.

“You want to be fucked?” he whispers against my ears, right before he bites one of my ear lobes.

“Mmhmm,” is all I can manage to get out.

“Ask me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me, you jerk.” I don’t care that I’m begging a man to fuck me. After tomorrow, I’ll never see him again, but for the moment, I’m going to get everything he promised me.

He rudely shoves me off his lap, but he makes sure I don’t fall. He doesn’t bother to remove his pants. All he does is take his dick out and gestures for me to get on.

“Ride it,” he orders.

I don’t give it a second thought before I straddle his lap and slide down his dick like a needy whore. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I move closer, unable to get enough of his smell. I grab his shirt and pull it apart, scattering buttons everywhere. I’m rewarded with a wide, muscular chest, and my greedy hands roam it freely.

Big hands grab my hips, roughly guiding me on his dick. Neither one of us speaks. We both lose our ability to form words. It doesn’t take me long to violently come all over his dick. There’s no embarrassment when I feel my juices slide out of me and land on his pants. I try to slow down and catch my breath, but he continues to move me. His nostrils flare, and I wait for him to empty inside of me. I want it so bad, but it doesn’t happen. He fucks me into another orgasm, this one nearly making me blind with lust. Before I can finish shuddering against him, he lifts me from his lap. I feel powerful when I see the huge wet spot left on his pants.

“On your knees,” he hisses. I don’t know what comes over me, but I quickly get on my knees, and he slides his wet dick inside my mouth. The taste of me on his skin only spurs my desire, and it’s as if I didn’t just come twice.

“See that? Now you can’t talk with my dick in your mouth.” I take him in deeper and he hisses, his head thrown back in pleasure. I suck in my cheeks, taking him deeper than ever before. That’s it. That’s his undoing. He erupts inside of my mouth, nearly choking me with the amount of his release. I take every last drop, and as soon as I release his now flaccid dick with a soft plop, he falls back on the bed. I lay on the floor, too weak to move.

“Mmhmm. This is nice,” I whisper as Ethan rubs a washcloth between my legs. I sigh and squirm in the giant bathtub.

It’s many hours later, and after countless orgasms, we’re finally cleaning each other in the tub. We left his bed a wreck. The sheets were almost completely off by the time we fucked for the fourth time tonight, but he still had energy to set the mood by lighting a few candles and making a bubble bath for us.

“I see you gained back your ability to speak.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I retort.

He tosses the washcloth and cups my pussy. My moan doesn’t go unnoticed, and even though I’m not facing him, I know he’s smirking.

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