Page 66 of Unfolding Kiara

Ethan laid me down on the bed and kissed me lightly. He looked in my eyes and asked, “Which color?”

“White.”

He clenched his jaw and pulled away.

“Spread your legs,” he said, “Wider.”

I willingly obeyed, staring at him, and the pure command lacing his husky voice. My eyes were half-lidded as goosebumps spread across my body just looking at him while he gazed at me and my dripping pussy as if I were his last meal.

“Are you going to fuck me?”

Ethan hovered above me, settling between my legs. “No, not now,” he said and held my wrists, raising them to the headboard. I took a long whiff of his musky male scent. “Don’t move your hands until I tell you to.”

“Or what?”

He inclined his head, a strand of his coal-black hair falling against his face. Oh, fuck my kink. “Or I will have to see that you don’t move your hands until I am done with you.”

“Got it, Big Daddy,” I replied, my voice breathy with a sultry undertone which made a vein pop on his neck. At that moment, I had a surreal amount of desire and lust to lick that vein, bite his ear, and scratch his back as I rode us both to insanity.

I pursed my lips from saying that out loud. I, Kiara Sharma, was seriously and literally fucked.

My hips bucked up when Ethan landed a sharp smack on my bare pussy. “Don’t. Call. Me.That,” he growled, spanking my aching sex with each word he said, holding my legs open when they trembled, and I writhed underneath him.

He kissed me, swallowing my groans and holding me down while slowly rubbing his fingers on my sensitive, sore clitoris. I shivered and opened my eyes, finding him gazing at me.

“You love being punished, don’t you, Bella?” he asked, knowing the answer as his fingers dipped inside me, my eyes widening.

“Yes, Ethan,” I moaned softly, moving my hips with his digits as they fucked me slowly, gently, opposite to the harsh spanking he had given my ass and my pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet, Kiara.” He groaned, kissing my neck and rubbing his thumb on my aching bud while fucking me with his fingers.

Ethan’s lips descended to my naked breasts. He didn’t waste any time devouring, biting, and kissing my hard nipples, eliciting whimpers from my throat. I clenched his fingers, willing myself not to move my hands from the headboard.

“Ethan,” I said with a breathy groan, “Please, can I come?”

He didn’t even lift his head before kissing down my stomach and flatly answering, “No.”

“I am close. Please let me come,” I begged him, my hips rising to meet his fingers, but he held me down.

“Not yet,” Ethan replied sternly, a strand of his hair falling against his forehead. He bent down and licked my dripping pussy from my lips to my clitoris.

I whimpered, my legs trembling. This was too much. “Oh, fuck me, please!”

Ethan smirked like the sadist he was and did it a few more times, each time slowly as if he was having his favorite ice cream and had all the time in the world. Each time, a low groan dragged out of my throat, surprising me with my vocal capabilities. But he didn’t complain and looked like he was enjoying it very much as the pace of his fingers fucking me increased, the tip of his tongue rolling around my swollen nub.

“Ethan,” I half-moaned, half-screamed when he bit my clitoris, the sharp sting of pain and pleasure numbing my head as I felt endorphins taking over my body. “Please . . .” I begged, clutching the headboard, “. . .more.”

His soft chuckle reverberated through my soaking sex, making me shiver. He leaned away a bit and looked at me. “Fucking hell, Kiara, you’re so responsive,” Ethan said, his voice deep and husky as I tried to control my breathing. His eyes averted to my breasts as he licked his lips and murmured, “I should try clamps on you. You’ll love it.”

My eyes widened. “A what?”

I never got a reply as he was back to town, eating me out like a starved man and only stopped to hold my inner thighs away from my sensitive core.

I shivered when his glare met my eyes, “Remind me to tie your legs next time.”

“Next time?”

Ethan narrowed his eyes at me, “If you think this is a one time thing then you are very mistaken. And I can’t even tongue fuck your pussy without your legs snapping my head.” My face went scarlet hearing his words as he squeezed my thighs and demanded, “Don’t move them.”

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