Page 89 of Claim to Fame

He sucked her clit into his mouth, working her in long pulls that made her cry out with the intensity of it.

Her thighs shook, her stomach contracting as her climax gathered, and she wasn’t sure if her hand in his hair was tugging him closer or pulling him away when the first wave of her orgasm broke over her, like drowning in sensation. Ethan only gripped her thighs tighter, holding her against his face as he worked her with single-minded focus. One orgasm morphed into another under his relentless attention and she squirmed in his hold, chanting his name in a mindless refrain with each new crest of pleasure.

When, at last, he pulled away, his beard glistening with her release, and tore at his zipper, shoving his jeans down his hips, she watched with lust-drunk eyes as he notched himself at her opening.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he said.

“I’m yours.”

He slid inside in one brutal stroke, filling her so completely it knocked the air from her lungs and sent heat zinging down her spine.

“You want to be my wife, Hannah?” he asked with a cocky grin as he fucked her slow and deep.

“You asking me to be?” she replied, smiling.

“Not yet. But someday.”

“Someday,” she agreed, rocking against him, her inner muscles clenching around the thick intrusion of his cock.

He grunted. “Gonna make you mine, so I can spend all day every day playing with this perfect pussy.”

She laughed, the sound breaking off on a moan when he dropped his thumb to strum at her over-sensitive clit. “And what am I supposed to do all day?”

“Lay back and take it,” he said, his eyes crinkling with his smile before her inner muscles fluttered around him again and they both groaned. “Christ, sweetheart. I’m gonna marry you and then I’m gonna put a baby in your belly.”

“Oh, God!”

“You like that, Han? You want me to get you pregnant?”

“Someday.”

He grinned. “Someday. Gonna pump you full of my cum day after day until I do. Keep you so full it drips down your thighs when you walk.”

“Ethan,” she whimpered, bracing her hands on the wall behind herself as she met his thrusts, “I need more.”

“Let me take my time, city girl.”

He slid his hands under her shirt and tugged it over her head, casting it aside, covering her bare breasts with his hands. He squeezed gently, and she gasped, locking her heels behind his back.

Ethan pinched her nipples, rolling the hard peaks between his fingers, his eyes glued to her face as though he were memorizing her reactions. “More?”

“More.”

Goosebumps rose on her skin as he trailed his hands down her sides, over the soft swell of her belly with its pale pattern of stretch marks, around her hips, until he cupped her ass and squeezed, pulling her closer. He somehow slid deeper, his cock pressing against the most hidden parts of her, and they both hissed at the new sensation.

“More?”

She nodded, her fingernails digging into one corded forearm. “More.”

His finger ghosted over her back entrance and she gasped, her body going taut with need. “Can I touch you here, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Yes. Please, Ethan,” she begged.

He growled, sliding his finger up around the place where they were joined to coat himself in her wetness, before moving back down to play at her pleated rim. “Fuck, I like when you say please.”

“Please,” she repeated, canting her hips towards him.

He worked his finger inside her little by little, a slow pressure that made his cock feel impossibly larger, her body clamping down around him. “Jesus, sweetheart, you’re so tight here,” he said as he fucked her with his finger. The sound of their coupling was obscene, the wet press of flesh and her breathy moans. “Look at how wet you are, city girl. Look at how much your pussy likes it when I play with your ass.”

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