Starfire (Grim Gate 2) - Page 2

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he mewls, looking at me not like I’m the only woman in the world, but the only one he wants. The only one he loves.

The only one who gets to be fucked like this nearly every night.

My tongue darts out, slowly wetting my lips. I hold his gaze and reach down, fingers sweeping over his abdomen. I circle one finger over the button of his jeans, teasing him, and then run my hand over his cock. His eyes fall shut and he moves back to me, lips going to mine. We kiss again, and his tongue slips past my lips as I undo the button on his jeans. His hard cock, hardly able to be confined by his jeans, forces the zipper down. I sweep my fingers over the gleaming tip of his cock and then attempt to pull his shirt off. I don’t get very far, and Ethan is feeling the same desperate need that I am. He leans back and pulls it off, and I hold out a hand, wanting him to stay poised above me for just a moment so I can run my eyes over him, taking in the way the moonlight illuminates his tattoos, casting dark shadows on the contours of his muscular torso.

Unable to hold out any longer, Ethan sinks back down, trailing kisses from my neck to my stomach, stopping just over my core. He brings his hand between my legs, feeling just how wet I am already, and then buries his head between my legs. Instead of working his tongue like magic against my clit, he turns his head and gently kisses the tender flesh on the insides of my thighs.

“Ethan,” I groan, hand going to his head. My pussy begs to be touched, and if he keeps teasing me like this, I might have to reach down and take care of things myself because my body is telling me that I need to come—now.

“Anora,” he growls and lifts his head, swiping his nose against me. It sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making me even more desperate for more. “Getting impatient?”

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I inhale and look down at him. Ethan has incredible patience and self-control, where I don’t. But it’s his fault. He’s the one who has spoiled me with multiple orgasms and making me feel just so damn good.

“I need to come,” I groan. “Make me come.”

“Not yet.”

“I-I don’t want to wait.”

“What are you going to do?” He turns his head again, and this time he flicks his tongue against me. Oh, fuck, that feels good. Everything inside me is winding up tight, preparing for the release.

“This,” I pant and bring my hand down, almost surprising myself at just how fucking wet I am. I press two fingers over my clit and start rubbing slow circles. My lips part and I sharply inhale as pulses of pleasure zap through me.

“Don’t stop touching yourself,” Ethan commands. “Not until you come and I see your pussy spasm against your fingers.” He wraps his fingers around his cock, spreading the ball of precum that’s pooled around the tip down his shaft. Knowing he’s watching—and getting off—turns me on even more and I start moving my fingers faster and faster. It doesn’t take long until I’m right there, teetering on the verge of an orgasm.

And Ethan knows it too, and at the last second, he jerks my hand away and puts his mouth against me, tongue lashing out over my clit. My head lulls back and my mouth falls open. I was so fucking close and the second-long transition from my fingers to Ethan’s tongue makes everything more intense.

He licks and sucks my clit, and I press one hand against the bed, fingers digging into the mattress as I come hard against Ethan’s face. But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me a second to breathe. He keeps working his tongue against me as I writhe with pleasure, body on overdrive where I can hardly handle it.

And just when I don’t think I can anymore, he pushes two fingers inside me, going right to my g-spot. Curling his fingers, he presses against my inner wall at the same time he lashes his tongue against my clit. I come again, this time so hard my entire body shudders. He rides it out, not stopping until my ears are ringing and stars dot my vision.

Holy shit.

Panting, my head falls to the side, eyes fluttering shut. Ethan strips out of the rest of his clothes and moves between my legs. He rests his forehead against mine, giving me a few seconds to recover. Then he kisses me, soft and gentle, and I can taste myself on his lips.

Heart still racing, I wrap my fingers around his thick cock and guide it to me. I’m still so wound up, still so sensitive. He pushes inside, going slow at first. I cry out in pleasure and rake my nails up over his back. I’m still reeling from coming that hard with orgasms right after another. Feebly, I bend my legs and angle my hips so Ethan can thrust in deeper.

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