Page 37 of His Orders

I ride him now, thighs straining, breasts bouncing with every movement, and he doesn’t take his hands off me for a second. One twists my nipple, the other circles my clit again, and the moment I cry out, he shifts.

His lips wrap around my nipple, tongue flicking and sucking, teeth grazing just enough to make me flinch and moan louder.

“God, you feel so good,” I pant, hips moving faster now, desperate.

His head falls back. “Ride me. Milk it out. I want to feel you squeeze every drop from my cock.”

I do. I fuck myself on him, thighs burning, cunt fluttering. And when I reach between us to cup his balls and squeeze gently, he loses it.

He grits his teeth, slams me down onto his cock one final time, and comes, hot, thick pulses flooding me so deep I can feel him twitching inside. He growls my name like he wants to brand it into my skin.

And he’s still hard, still inside me—how is that even possible?He leans in close, voice hot in my ear. “Get on your knees. I’m not done with you.”

I’m a mess, dripping with him, stretched and oversensitive, but when Ethan commands, my body obeys before my mind catches up. I slide off his lap on shaking legs and turn for him, crawling up the mattress until I’m on all fours. My chest sinks into the bed while my ass stays high, exposed and flushed, and I hear the way he groans behind me. “Fuck, baby.”

His hand grips my hip. The other spreads me open, fingers parting my swollen folds. “You’re leaking all over the sheets. Look at that, my cum dripping out of this perfect pussy.”

I whimper, face buried in the mattress. Then he’s there, thick, somehow still rock-hard, dragging the head of his cock through my wetness. He rubs it up and down, teasing my entrance, smearing his own cum back into me. I try to rock back, desperate to feel him again, but he grabs my hip and holds me still.

“Nuh-uh. You take what I give you. Nothing more.”

My breath hitches as he lines up again. This time, the first thrust is slower. He sinks in inch by inch, stretching me wide all over again. My moan is long, shaky, helpless.

He starts to move, hips rolling. I cry out with every thrust, pushing back, chasing the drag of his cock over every nerve ending. He fucks me like he owns me. Like he’s not done proving I belong to him.

“You wanted it rough,” he growls, one hand sliding up my back, pressing me down deeper into the mattress. “So take it. Let me fuck you open again.”

He thrusts harder. Deeper. My ass slaps against his hips with every movement, loud and wet, my moans climbing higher.

“Touch yourself,” he says suddenly.

I obey, fingers sliding between my thighs, circling my clit. My walls flutter around him as I rub fast and desperate, already close again.

“That’s it,” he says, panting. “Get yourself off while I fuck this pussy raw.”

I’m babbling now. Can’t hold still. Can’t hold back.

“Please, Ethan. Please, I’m gonna?—”

“You come when I say.”

I whine, biting the sheets.

He shifts his angle, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other sliding under me to cup my breast, squeezing it roughly as he fucks up into me from behind. His cock hits deeper now, curved just right, dragging over that spot that makes me scream.

“Now.”

I shatter. The orgasm tears through me, hard and fast, pleasure crashing down like lightning, everything pulsing and convulsing around him. I scream his name into the sheets as I come, cunt milking him in waves.

Ethan groans like I’ve broken him all over again. His hips slam forward, cock throbbing inside me, and he comes again with a guttural sound that makes my spine arch.

Hot, thick pulses flood me again. His grip on my hip tightens as he empties into me, cock twitching until there’s nothing left. He collapses over my back, both of us breathless, soaked in sweat, completely spent.

Ethan doesn’t pull out right away. He stays inside me, chest pressed to my back, his hand splayed across my waist like he’s anchoring himself. Or maybe me.

His breath is warm against my neck. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest, the way it shudders every few seconds like he’s still coming down from the high. Neither of us speaks, not until heleans in and presses a kiss between my shoulder blades. Soft. Slow. Nothing like the way he just fucked me.

“You okay?” he murmurs against my skin.