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“Good girl,” he hummed.

I whimpered as he pushed deeper before gripping my cheeks and moving me again.

“Oh, yes,” I cried.“Yes, fuck.”

Inside me.

Penetrating all of me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he growled, throwing his hips up as he slammed me down.

My pussy clamped around him and the pleasure erupted from my core until my thighs trembled and I couldn’t breathe. He didn’t stop — if anything he fucked me harder, giving me everything I needed as I drenched his cock.

“Fuck, Ethan,” I gasped.

My body shuddered.

Then I felt him throb, and his cum flooded my insides.

“Ahh, yeah,” he groaned, eyes closing.

I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his as he continued to pour into me.

“Anne,” he sighed.

Yeah. I knew how he felt.

And it terrified me.

Chapter 12

Ethan

I didn’t want to move. I wanted her strapped to my bed with every orifice filled. I wanted to tease her until she begged or screamed. Preferably both.

I wrapped my arm around her and held her.

“My sweet little killer,” I murmured, easing my finger in and out of her arsehole.

“Yes,” she whispered.“Feels so good.”

Her pussy clung to me as I fingered her. I shifted until my back rested against the tub without releasing her.

“Yeah? Are you going to spike me with Viagra?” I asked, and chuckled when her head snapped up.

“You saw that?” she groaned.

“I did.”

Her eyes closed and she rested her head on my shoulder.

“You need to give me some dirt so we’re even,” she grumbled.

I rested my hand on her head.

“We don’t need to keep tally.”

“Easy for you to say when I’m at a disadvantage.”