Page 8 of Accidental Dad's Best Friend

Ethans finger pumps in and out of me while making a come heremotion and I tangle one hand in his hair again while keeping the other one tightly clasped over my mouth so all of sixteenth street doesn’t hear me moan. With a few, hard, calculated thrusts I come, gushing around his hand, soaking the sleeve of his shirt. But Ethan doesn’t care. With his middlefinger still inside me, he takes his pointer and his ring fingers and parts the lips away from my clit before covering it in his mouth. Quickly he flicks and sucks until I am millimeters away from coming that way, but then his mouth freezes and he works the inside of me with his middle finger again, making me comeagain.

Back and forth, inside and outside, the orgasms roll over me in waves until I literally give out. Ethan catches me in his arms and grins, sucking his finger with a pop.

“I need you to stand, baby girl.”

“I can’t.” I pant.

“Yes you can…for me, you can.”

Then, with me still in his arms, he stands up. He places me on my feet facing the mirror and bends me over so that I can see him behind me. Ethan unbuttons his slacks and his hard cock springs free. And it is glorious. I think I always knew he’d be well endowed but it’s perfect. Thick, smooth and hard enough to make me feel even tighter. I groan just at the sight of it.

“Do you want it?” He asks, stroking himself in the mirror while his eyes lock their devilish gaze on me.

“I want you.”

“You want me what?”

“I want you, now.”

“Good girl.”

Ethan tugs my ass back towards him before pumping his hand over his cock a couple more times. Then he runs the tip from my clit to my opening and teases it for a moment.

“You’re so sensitive,” he whispers gruffly.

“You’re so good.”

“It’s all for you, Izzy. You’re the only woman I want.”

“I want you too.”

“Say it again,” he demands, entering me with just the tip. Even the size of that is glorious. The man is very well endowed and my thighs are on fire with anticipation.

“I want you.”

Ethan smirks before driving himself inside me, slowly at first and then all at once. Never have I ever felt so full. Never have I ever thought I would come on a man’s dick just from feeling it.

“Jesus fucking Christ you feel good, baby. You’re so tight.”

“You’re so big,” I gasp.

“Is it too much?” He asks with momentary gentleness.

“No. I want it. Fuck me, Ethan.”

My words make his eyes shift from a watery blue to oceanic sapphire and Ethan grinds himself into me. I press the palms of my hands to the mirror watching as his hips crash into mine, over and over again. My breasts spill from the push-up bra and Ethan reaches forward with one hand, taking one breast in his palm and squeezing it. He teases my nipple between his fingers, something that in itself drives me wild. If it wasn’t for his body nailing me against the counter, I would probably hit the floor.

“Yes,” I murmur as he glides in and out, all the while still teasing my nipple. He switches hands and pampers the other breast which has been quietly aching for attention too. “Oh my god yes…”

“Tell me what you need, baby girl.” Ethan pants. His wavy hair is curled around his eyes as beads of sweat form on his dark, silver temples.

“Harder,” I manage to say through the cocktail of different sensations. “Fuck me harder.”

“You got it,” Ethan grabs my hips with both hands and pounds into me. Then, with one, two, three thrusts, we both moan.

After the blinding white light fades and the room stops spinning, I stand up straight. Ethan wipes himself off and zips his pants before buttoning his shirt.

“That was really good,” I say, grabbing my dress and slipping back into it.

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