Chapter 110

I moan loudly as soon as his tongue hits my pussy again. I feel like a thousand touches have lit my nerve endings on fire. 
My knees automatically try to close, but Ethan pushes my legs open. 
Leaning in, he opens my pussy to his gaze. I can feel dew coating my folds. Then he takes a long, satisfying lick before swirling his tongue faster.
“Ethan! Oh! Please, please!”  
He tsks. “Ahh, Little Dove,” he tells me with a satisfied smirk. “You’re in trouble if you’re begging already.”
I recall the first time I said I wouldn’t beg him... Good Lord! Look at me now!
Before I can answer anything, he licks my slit again and again, then he sucks on each of my lips, and only when I’m squirming underneath him does the bastard sucks my clit into his mouth. I can almost feel my orgasm, I cry loud, my hands clutching his dark hair as Ethan laps me harder, inserting a finger and then sliding it in and out. 
“Ethan, Oh, God! Ethan!” 
He plays with me relentlessly, and as my pleas die down to incoherent words, Ethan says, “Come for me, baby!” Before I feel him gathering my slickness all over his hand, coating his fingers as he spreads my pussy with them. Then he fuck my pussy with his tongue, and I jolt as he gives me exactly what I need. 
“Oh, oh!” I breathe. “I’m coming, oh my God, Ethan! That is so good!” 
He laps me up as I shamelessly lift my hip, seeking out my pleasure and coming all over his face.
Ethan doesn’t stop even after I come hard. He thrusts two fingers inside me as his tongue swirls my clit. I arch my back. It’s so good!
My hips writhe against his hand and face, trying to get more friction. 
I sob as I come once more, my come dripping his fingers while his tongue slides to my entrance. My knees weaken, tremors wracking through my body as Ethan growls into my core, continuing to use his fingers and mouth to fuck me into another rolling orgasm. 
It’s so intense that tears slide down my cheek as my pussy clenches around his fingers. 
But as good as I feel, I need more. 
I need him.
I’m gasping for breath as his fingers slip out of me, and then a second later, seeming unable to hold himself, Ethan stands up and takes off his pants and black boxer briefs before positioning himself between my legs again, claiming my mouth. However, instead of entering me, he turns us over, making me lie on top of him. Thank God, because his hard cock is ridiculously huge and this position is better to start.
He kisses me hard. “Can you see how good you taste, baby?”   
Oh, damn him!
He kisses me again, devouring my mouth with the same hunger that he devoured my pussy. 
“Ride me, Little Dove,” he says against my lips, our breath mingling. 
I place both my hands on his shoulders and raise myself up.
I try to slide my way down his hard shaft. But I have to stop at one point. 
“You’ll get used to me again, Little Dove. This pussy will be begging for me to fill every fucking day. Now, breathe.” 
So I do as I am told. 
But Ethan is too large! He stretches me to the point of pain. Luckily, I am always wet around him, and I’ve been slick from my three orgasms, and—
Oh, God!
Ethan reaches down to play with my clit again, and I find myself growing even wetter, unlike Logan that I needed lube every single time with him. 
Finally, I sit deeply, and I pause to catch my breath. But before I can continue, I watch Ethan touching me where we’re joined, as though the Alpha needs tactile proof that this is really happening.
Swallowing hard, I rise and slam down. Ethan groans, closing his eyes. Yet, his thumb finds my clit again, circling and stroking until it is swollen and needy and begging for more while I bounce on his cock.
God, he feels so good inside me. Stretching me. 
“Fuck,” he groans. His other hand squeezes my breast. “Feels so fucking good! How the fuck I’m going to last?” he mutters to himself.
I glance at my ribs. I still can’t believe that I don’t feel any pain in them; that potion that Vi gave me worked like a miracle on my body. I blush. Little does Vi know it was thanks to her bitter liquid potion that healed me that I ended up here, riding her brother’s dick.
I move up and down. Faster and faster. Ethan plays with my nipples, pinching them lightly and then pulling on them before slapping them. “That’s it! Use my cock, Little Dove. Come for me.”
“Ethan! Yes! Yes!” I feel him everywhere. It is exactly what I need, what I desire. 
When I can’t ride anymore, my knees too weak, Ethan grabs my hips and starts moving me up and down his big cock as if I weigh nothing. His hard muscles flex with the movement. God, could this man be any sexier?
“Look at you, taking me so well. You’re fucking beautiful like this, Little Dove.”
When my next orgasm is close to reaching me, I desperately start riding him again, and Ethan’s hands move to my ass, squeezing my cheeks.
“Ahh! Ahhh!”
I come so hard that I almost pass out. I reach out to hold onto something as my body relaxes, and my fingertips are greeted by the hard bunched muscles of Ethan’s biceps.
Looking at Ethan, I notice how strained he looks. “You all right?” I ask with a smile, panting. I can feel how close he is and how hard he’s trying not to come.
“No. My cock is swollen to the point of pain!” His groans sing through the air. “Fuck! I’m ready to come.”
Maybe I’m being petty, but I can’t help myself.
Immediately, I lift myself off of him. The movement is so unexpected that when his huge hands reach out to grab me back, I’m already out of his reach.
“What are you doing?” Ethan asks, confused. His monstrous cock is painfully erect and glistening with my juices.
Breathless, my smile widens as I lift the straps of my dress to my shoulders.
“No, no, no! Don’t hide them from me!” Ethan says. “Come. Back!”
“Do you remember our first time at your nightclub?” I ask, tucking my breasts back into my floral dress. “How you pulled out right when I was about to come—but only after you were nice and done?”  
The realization hits him, and his mouth falls open as if to speak, but no words come out.
“*Yeaaah*!” I smile even wider. “Funny how karma works, huh?”
“Little Dove!” Ethan warns before growling, and it goes instantly to my clit, almost making me want to run over to his cock and ride him again. “Come. Here. Right. Now.” 
“No!”
“Don’t you dare!” He runs a hand over his face, his other hand tightly holding the duvet beneath him. His cock stands up, stiff and unwavering, like the Eiffel Tower. “Baby.” He groans. “Don’t make a rash decision.” 
“I’m not making a rash decision.” I drag my fingers through my hair, smoothing out the tangles.
Before I turn to leave, I hear him say, “I can’t believe you’re going to leave me like this.”
“Like what?” I tilt my head. “Without coming?”
Ethan parts his lips again, but no sound escapes—caught somewhere between shock and pure, dazed arousal.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be good for you. It builds character.” 
I don’t give him a chance to respond. The second I hear him growl and bolt up from the bed, I’m already out the door, slamming it shut behind me before he can grab me. 
Giggling, I dart away, my heart racing.
I get my revenge—this time, it is him left alone in bed, wanting me.