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As the door to the suite opened and she walked in, she immediately started removing her wet clothes from her body. She didn’t wait until she was alone. She lifted her wet shirt over her wet hair and that was all I needed to snap back into the sex-a-thon I had planned.
I stalked toward her and wrapped my hands around to the front of her to cup her breasts. I tilted my mouth into her neck and started licking the droplets of rain that remained on her body. Her answering moan was fuel to my libido.
Not weird at all. Natural. Easy.
I spun her to face me and instantly put my mouth on her nipples. One and then the other. Biting and sucking and testing how far she would let me go.
She never stopped me. She never opposed it when I bit down hard and got a little rough. Eventually, she pushed me back long enough to slide her hands under my shirt. She gently ran her fingers over my abs and made her way up until she was silently asking to take my shirt off. I lifted my arms and let her do it. She was touching whatever she wanted along the way.
Once my shirt was discarded, she pushed back into me, rubbing her bare breasts on my bare chest.
“Mine,” I said forcefully as I took her mouth with mine, not giving her a chance to protest. The kiss was never soft. Never gentle. This one went from zero to sixty in less than a second and immediately had us ripping each other’s clothes off in a frenzy.
Her hands were fumbling with my shorts while my hands were practically ripping the thin shorts she had on apart. I cringed for a fraction of a second when I heard the seams and stitching tear apart. But then I remembered I was a damn millionaire and could buy her more pairs of shorts tomorrow.
So fuck those shorts, they came off in pieces.
She didn’t seem to mind either. The sound never stopped her from getting my shorts down and grabbing my hard dick. Or stroking me as I reached down and felt how wet she was.
Once we were left in nothing, I lifted her into the air and her legs wrapped around my waist. Her lips remained on mine and I turned her so her back was against the cold glass of the huge window. She sucked in a quick breath from the cold glass but warmed up by grinding herself on me as I held her against the window.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard and quick, baby,” I mumbled on her lips. “I need you so bad.”
She moaned and nodded as our lips reconnected. And without another warning, I lined myself up and thrust as hard as I could into her. Considering she had just lost her virginity the night before, I should have been more careful. But she wasn’t fazed and I was too far gone to slow down at that point.
I started pounding into her, the window and my dick being the only things keeping her from falling to the ground. I suddenly wished we weren’t so high up, or that it was possible for someone to see her against this window. I wanted someone to see her being fucked and know that the person fucking her was someone that owned her.
Because at that moment, I owned her, and it was a heady feeling.
The sounds and disoriented words that fell from her lips, and the scratches she was leaving down my back, left me feeling like a God. Like only I was capable of bringing her to the point of madness. I felt it in my gut and in my bones—no one would ever make her feel the way I do.
“Ethan!” She screamed. It was her last warning, the last sign she gave me before I felt her tight pussy clenching me. She squeezed me and bit my shoulder at the same time—a vain attempt to muffle herself.
But it was the straw that broke me and I came right along with her, flooding her with what seemed like a never-ending orgasm. It took me several more thrusts before I felt her relax, almost falling down the window before I righted her with my arms.
I took her mouth to mine, her tongue to mine. I let her know with just a kiss that she was fucked. That no matter who else she gave an ‘at-bat’ to, I would always be her best home run. I would always be the only person that could fuck her and love her this way.
Chapter 22
Madison
I slid down Ethan’s body as he carefully set me on the floor. I felt like a newborn deer, just learning how to walk on shaky and weak legs. Ethan noticed and scooped me up into his arms to save me the trouble.
He walked us into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. I had been fed and fucked and after walking the streets of New York all day, I was ready to fall asleep. But I could feel Ethan dripping from between my thighs. The stickiness caused me to rub my thighs together, to savor the feeling before I knew I had to get up and clean up.
Ethan walked back to me with a warm, wet rag and wiped between my thighs. The act probably should have been embarrassing but I only felt relief. I didn’t want to move, ever. Instead of showers or a bath, we opted for the bed.
Ethan climbed in behind me and pulled me to him, his arm wrapping around my waist from behind. He nuzzled his nose into my neck and whispered for me to go to sleep.
And I did.
I don’t remember anything else until I woke up at 4 am. Ethan and I were still in the exact position I remembered and he was sleeping soundly.
At least he was until I wiggled a little. We were both naked and I felt his hardness against my backside as I wiggled a little more.
“Ethan?” I whispered.
“Hmmm?” He responded, not sounding very awake.
