Page 435 of One More Kiss

“Hurts good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” Ethan towers over me, drinking me in as my eyelids flutter open.

It takes me a few moments to catch my breath, and while I do, he kisses my neck, shoulder, and chest. He wraps his lips around my nipple and playfully flicks it before moving onto the other.

“Now I see I was right about you…” I give him a dreamy look that proves just how completely smitten I am by him. Even before I saw the whole package, I knew there was something about him. Something mysterious.

“And what’s that, darlin’?” He muses.

“That you’re a heartbreaker,” I tell him, at the same time reminding myself, Don’t get attached. Just sex.

His smile deepens, and I know it’s not because he finds me funny.

“Baby, I’m not.” His tone is steady and honest, and although I want to believe that with every fiber of my being, deep down I know otherwise.

I pluck my bottom lip between my teeth as I gaze up and study him.

“Maybe not, but you’ll definitely break me.”

Without saying another word, he steps back and sheaths his cock before pressing his tip against my entrance.

“You still sure then?” he asks, wrapping a hand around my neck, so our mouths are only inches apart.

Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”

He slides into me in one smooth motion before sliding back out. God, he’s so thick. His piercing rubs along my walls and brings an added sensation all together. I kind of like it.

As he presses our mouths together, he pushes back in, this time rocking his hips back and forth. My legs are tightly holding him against my body as if he’ll get away. I want him. I need him. Everything he’s giving me, anything, I’ll take it.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Vada,” he whispers, wrapping a fist in my hair and pulling. “Who knew a big-mouthed city girl would have such a tight little cunt?”

His words are so crass, yet my body gets hotter every time I hear him talk like that. The characters in my books aren’t any better, but I never realized the words sounded as good on paper as they do in real life.

“You like when I talk like that?” he asks. When I don’t respond, he continues, “I felt you tighten when I talked about your cunt. You liked it, didn’t you?”

“I write about cunts and cocks all the time,” I blurt out like it’s an excuse for my body’s response.

His brow arches, amused. “Well, I hope you’re taking some good notes, baby. I’m about to show you just how bad I can be.”

Before I can truly comprehend his words, he steps back, grabs my ankles from around his waist and places them on top of his shoulders. He nearly bends me in half when he leans back over my chest and roughly pushes inside.

“Shit,” I curse, as I suck in a deep breath. “This sounds a lot easier in books.”

“Not as flexible as your characters?” He winks, driving his cock in deeper.

“Not when I spend the majority of my time on my ass.”

“Or back,” he counters.

The laughter that releases is hijacked by a deep moan. He increases his pace, wraps his hand around my neck again, and pulls my face closer to his.

“I want you to watch, Vada. Watch my cock sliding inside you. Watch me fucking you because sweetheart, it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time.”

Straining my neck to see where our bodies connect, I watch as he slowly pulls out—so slow it’s torturous. His piercing pushes against the latex, and just as I’m about to beg him to take me out of my misery, he forcefully pushes back inside me.

“Ah, God!” My head starts to fall back in pleasure, but Ethan grips me harder.

“No. Watch,” he demands.

Blinking, I do.

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