Page 61 of Claim to Fame

Hannah reluctantly lifted herself off of Ethan’s still-hard cock, and gathered her dress to hold in front of her chest. It was only a few steps from the truck to the front door and it was pitch dark out—it hardly seemed worth putting the dress back on only to have him take it off her again. Ethan tucked himself back in his pants but didn’t bother doing up the zipper as he followed her up the steps to his house. He pressed himself against her back as he unlocked the door, the thick length of him against her ass.

The door had hardly closed behind them when he spun her around, pressing her against the door, and dropped to his knees. He licked her through the soaked fabric of her underwear, dragging her swollen lips between his teeth.

“Ethan,” she groaned, “don’t tease me.”

“Can’t get enough of your taste,” he said, almost to himself. He pulled her underwear down, leaving it in a pool at her feet, and parted her with his thumbs. “You’re going to look so pretty full of my cum.”

She hardly had time to process what he’d said before he plunged his tongue inside her, licking and sucking and driving her fast towards her next orgasm. She came with a cry, her nails scraping against his scalp and her clit pulsing against his tongue.

Her thighs were still shaking when he got to his feet, his beard glistening with her release. “Need to fuck you, sweetheart. You good with that?”

Her core clenched, making her painfully aware of how empty she was. “Yes, please.”

“So polite,” he chuckled.

He took her hand and led her down the hall to his bedroom. She’d never been in his bedroom before. The door was always closed, and she’d never been invited in. Until now.

She was unprepared for the starkness of the room, the sparse furniture and neutral paint, the lack of decoration on the wall. It wasn’t dissimilar to the hotel rooms they’d spent so many nights in together, and her heart ached for him that his own bedroom was so impersonal.

He kissed her once, hard and fast, pulling her mind back to the moment. His hand dropped to cup her between the legs. “I want to watch this little pussy of yours milk my cock.”

His dirty words in that low, gruff voice—it was so much like the audiobooks she’d listened to him narrate. But this time it wasn’t Slade Hardcastle; it was Ethan.HerEthan. Her heart pounded and her head spun, though whether it was at the promise of at least one more orgasm or the idea of Ethan as hers, she couldn’t say for certain.

He pulled her in and spun her so her back was pressed to his front and she gasped at the reflection of herself in the floor length mirror on the inside of his open closet door, the faint red of beard burn beginning to blossom on her inner thighs. “Take off your bra, Hannah,” he commanded, his breath hot on her ear.

Ethan watched her reflection as he removed his own clothing behind her, first the henley with the rolled sleeves, then his jeans, and finally his boxer briefs. His erection pressed against her as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Look at how perfect you are,” he said, one hand snaking up over the rounded curve of her belly to close over her breast. “So beautiful.”

Her eyes danced over the silvery slashes of stretch marks on her belly, the cellulite on her thighs, the too small breasts, and landed on the look of adoration in his eyes reflected back at her. He really believed the things he said, that she was beautiful, no qualifiers needed. He didn’t see the years of failed diets and self-loathing, the casting directors who seemed to get a sick sense of satisfaction out of recommending she lose twenty pounds before her next audition, the ways she’s abused her body in the name of a more perfect shape. And watching the way he looked at her, the unbridled lust and something softer, a tenderness or affection she was afraid to look at too closely, she started to believe it, too.

“On the bed, sweetheart,” he said.

She scrambled to comply, scooting across the soft comforter to settle on her back amongst the pillows. He lowered a knee onto the mattress and prowled over to her, his eyes taking in every inch of her, and her knees dropped open of their own accord as he drew closer. He hitched one of her legs over his hip and slid into her easily in a single smooth stroke. The fullness felt like relief, like an inevitability.

He stayed on his knees, his eyes continuing their path over her like a caress, pausing on her lips, her breasts, her hips, before finally landing on the place where they were joined. He sucked in a breath as he watched himself piston in and out of her, the stretch of her body to accommodate his.

“Can I come inside you, Han? Can I fill you up with my cum?”

The idea shouldn’t have been so hot, but lord help her, it was. She wanted everything he could give her, wanted to keep some part of him inside herself even after it was over.

“Yes, do it,” she cried, “I want to feel it.”

He returned his thumb to her clit, pressing firmly and moving the pad of his finger in agonizingly slow circles as he fucked her. “Play with your tits, sweetheart. Get those nipples hard for me.”

She did as he asked without even thinking, her hands closing over her breasts and plucking at her nipples, each squeeze sending sparks arrowing down to her core. Her thighs shook, her hips lifting off the bed to meet his thrusts, and he shifted his hand higher to press low on her belly. She gasped at the added pressure, heat flying down her spine and burning the soles of her feet as her climax gathered behind her clit and further, deeper inside her.

“That’s it, Han. That’s my girl. You’re gonna come for me again, now, aren’t you?” She thrashed on the bed, her body rebelling against the idea of another orgasm, her clit sore and swollen and yet still so desperate for relief. “That’s it. This is my pussy now. You come when I want you to, and I want you to, Han. I want you to come again and again, want to watch you come so hard you forget to breathe. I fucking love it. Your orgasms are my favorite thing.” He lowered his voice, a soothing croon that belied the steady press of his hand on her belly, the deep and thorough way he fucked her, the thick invasion of his cock dragging her closer and closer to another crushing climax. “It’s all right, sweetheart. You can do it. I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel so good, Han. You just gotta come for me.”

She arched off the bed as the orgasm ripped through her, tearing sinew and muscle as it seared through her with the kind of pleasure that was so much like pain. Ethan fucked her through it, roaring her name as he gave in to his own orgasm, his cock kicking inside her with each spurt of his release.

As soon as he was done, he withdrew and dropped to his forearms between her legs, holding her open for his inspection. “Good fucking girl,” he groaned as he stroked a single finger through her seam. “This might be my new addiction, Hannah.”

“Sex?” she asked through a punch-drunk chuckle.

“With you,” he confirmed. “Your pussy dripping with my cum.” He kissed her thighs, her mound, dropped a feather-light kiss to her clit as he slid his finger inside her, pushing his cum back in. “Fuck, I could get hard again just looking at you.”

“You’re insatiable,” she said, sleep already pulling at her limbs.

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