Chapter 16

His firm command burns up all the oxygen in the room and sets my body on fire. I softly let out my breath without even realizing I’ve been holding. This is it!
Had I listened to my gut, I would have fled from him when I had the chance, but now it’s too late to do so. I threw caution to the wind and chose to follow my heart on this, which, contrary to my gut feeling, is screaming for me to do it. For me to obey him.
I hold Ethan’s gaze as I reach behind me. I hold my breath and suck in my stomach to take off the dress with ease and slowly unzip it. Ethan’s eyes wander down my body as I slide the straps off my shoulders, causing the red dress to cascade down and rest on the floor around my feet. My heart’s beating too fast. I’m not wearing a bra, just my best panties.
Ethan remains motionless in the massive doorway, his big hands firmly gripping the edges of the frame. He maintains his stance without any sign of movement for a moment, gazing at me, bared and open to him with an intense and unwavering stare.
I realize right then that I haven’t quite calculated just how intense his undivided attention would feel. How utterly consuming and threatening his gaze is at the same time.
But then, suddenly, he applies a slight push on either side of the door frame, causing him to advance in my direction.
As he gradually closes the distance between us, I am captured in his stance, in the way it is reminiscent of a panther, as though he has some type of ownership over me. Coupled with his intense piercing gaze, it once again evokes me the feeling of being prey—his prey.
The closer he gets to me, the hotter my body burns.
“Just so you know, hmm,” I clear my throat when he’s less than a step away from me. “I... I haven’t done this in a while.”
With a hint of amusement in his eyes, Ethan raises an eyebrow and asks in his deep voice, “This?”
I shift from one foot to the other. Is he seriously going to make me say it? Ugh! “Uhm... S-sex,” I finally speak, blushing.
A wave of self-consciousness suddenly floods over me. The voices of Chelsea and Logan regarding my body echo in my mind, making me feel ugly all over again. If only I hadn’t made such an amateurish attempt at dyeing my hair, or if I wasn’t so thin, maybe I would be prettier. Besides that, although I don’t have any purple bruises on my skin anymore, I do have some big visible scars. I have a noticeable one near my ribs... It’s crazy how everything spiraled that night just because I said no to Logan when he was drunk and tried to force himself on me.
With one arm, I cover my stomach and ribs, and with the other, I make sure my breasts remain discreetly hidden. “Can you... Can you turn off the lamp, please?” I timidly whisper.
In a sudden turn of events, a gasp escapes my lips because instead of doing what I asked for, Ethan swiftly and unexpectedly grabs both of my wrists with just one of his hands, effortlessly pinning them above my head against the wall behind me.
With his other hand, he holds the tip of my chin and lifts it up, forcing me to maintain eye contact with him.
As our eyes lock, I can’t help but notice the intensity of his dark gaze. He scans me from head to toe with such a hunger that it causes a flush to spread across my entire face and neck. I try to mask the fear and insecurities that are currently drowning me beneath his eyes.
“Why do you want the light off?” Ethan asks.
My whisper is barely audible, “I… It’s just that...” *I’ve had a baby!* I scream in my mind. “I’m not looking my best physically, and I’m not that young. I’m sure I’m not as young as the partners you usually... I mean... I’m sure you’ll feel better if we turn off the lights, so you won’t have to see me naked.”
He grunts in a way that causes a shiver to run through my body. “And why should I do it?” He drops his hand from my chin and tears my underwear off with one sharp tug before his mouth crashes over mine, swallowing my gasp and then my moan. “Even in the dark, I’d still see you, little dove!” His pitiless voice sounds more like a threat than anything else, and I can’t even point out to him that he can’t see in the dark because he immediately invades my mouth again with a savage and delicious kiss.
As soon as he releases his grip on my wrists, I instinctively encircle my arms around his neck. The intensity of our kiss is so overwhelming that I am completely oblivious to our movement until I feel the softness of the bed against my back as he forcefully throws me onto it.
I lift my eyes to look at him, bouncing on his bed as I feel the soft mattress beneath me covered with the softest gray duvet I’ve ever felt on my hands.
Standing up in front of me, I watch as Ethan sheds his clothes, revealing broad, sculpted shoulders and a sexy V-cut that makes me lick my lips.
His abs are like chiseled marble, each muscle perfectly defined, his chest broad and powerful. I find myself fixated on his shoulders, the way they move as he tosses his clothes on the floor. Lord... the flex of the muscles on his sun-kissed bronze skin have me salivating.
How is it possible for a man to be this ripped?
That can’t be right!
It’s almost... not human!
I notice his cock pressing against the crotch of his black jeans.
The thing is freaking huge!
A tree trunk of a dick, I’m sure!
Not that it should have surprised me based on Ethan’s size alone, but... holy shit! I’m not a damn virgin—until today, I only had sex with Logan—but even I know Ethan must be bigger than most men.
He starts unbuckling his belt, and just the sound that it makes when the metal belt buckle is opened makes my pussy twitch.
What is it with men unbuckling their belts that did it for women? My nipples are freaking hard as I watch his every move. I don’t even realize that I’ve been biting my bottom lip; I just feel the sting of pain as I release it.
Pulling his pants down, he steps out of them, and when I see the outline of his cock in his black boxer briefs, I gasp. It is enormous! This dick is too big to be true! It can’t be! They are real only in books or something, right?
I should turn my eyes to his, but I just can’t do it right now.
Tucking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, Ethan tugs them down, freeing himself from the restriction of the material and showcasing his hot, swollen, gigantic cock.
His cock is as huge as it has looked through his black underwear. My core starts to ache at the thought of it pressing into my pussy and forcing me to stretch around it.
I feel my mouth dry at the sight of his cock alone. No, wait. I was wrong. He is... bigger than he’d seemed clothed. Well-built.
Ridged veins add texture to the dusky, silky expanse of his thick, long length. The gleaming head of his arousal is slick with his precum. I never thought dicks could be attractive, so it’s strange to think about it…but Ethan’s is…beautiful.
His cock is so big that I involuntarily clench my pussy at the thought of it filling me.
Lord, have mercy on my soul!
What a sight!
Then he touches his dick. Ethan moves his palm up and down his hard cock, almost grunting. I want it in my mouth, my pussy, in my ass—wait, what?!
Moisture gathers between my thighs. I’m so wet I can feel it slicking my skin.
Embarrassment and lust blaze through me in equal measure as I remember I’m naked in front of this perfect man. And contrary to him, I’m not perfect at all. Actually, I’m far from that.
That’s why as soon as I recall that, I cover my breasts and pussy with my arms. But a sharp gasp escapes me, startled by the sudden snap of his commanding tone. “Don’t you dare cover yourself again.” I quickly look up at his dark eyes. “I want to see all of you, little dove.”
My thighs involuntarily clench, and I moan at his words before I uncover myself.
He stares down at me with such intensity that I can hardly breathe. It feels as though his eyes are burning into me, and I wonder if he can read all of the emotions I am feeling.
Abruptly, the soft mattress dips beneath me with his weight, and his lips find mine again, stealing my breath away.
Heat explodes in my body. Logan has never kissed me like this before. Ethan presses my head against the bed as he kisses me like he already knows exactly what I want, what I crave. How hard, how tender, how hungry. That’s so freaking... odd!
His hands run over my body as if he had never touched a woman’s body before, and he’s discovering it right now, which is absurd because, contrary to me, Ethan must have sex with a different woman each day of the week.
I grip a fistful of the duvet cover, trying to stop what I’m thinking. *Don’t go there*, I remind myself.
Ethan rests his hand on my hip, and just his warm body over mine and his skillful mouth are enough to send my pulse into overdrive. His huge cock touches my slick pussy, and I almost melt. “Condom!” I shout against his mouth.
He pauses as though he forgets about the wrap for a moment, but then he quickly reaches the nightstand near the bed and rifles through a drawer before he pulls out the foil wrapper.
As I look at it, I don’t even want to know why he has so many of them at the ready. Well, I actually know, but I still ignore it. If I think about it too hard, then I come to the very obvious conclusion that I’m not even close to the first woman he’s grabbed downstairs and has fucked in this bed, and right now, I want to pretend that I am.
As soon as the condom is rolled on, he aligns his big cock to my pussy with one of his hands; simultaneously, he supports himself on the bed with the other one while his body covers mine, enveloping me with his strong, muscular chest.
Damn, this man runs hot. It’s like hugging a giant heating pad.
I’m happy he can’t see my breasts in this position because I know they’re spilling slightly to the sides now that I’m completely on my back.
I’m soaked, but it’s still not enough for him to slide in easily. Ethan’s cock is too big, and it’s almost painful. He tries to enter me slowly, and I feel every inch of his cock trying to bury inside me.
Pain and pleasure are fighting it out as my eyes water, and my pussy stretches to the max. “Fuck! You’re so tight.” Another, more guttural groan as he trusts more of his monster cock inside me. “That’s it, little dove! You can take it.”
I moan against his mouth, and, with some certain difficulty because of our height difference, he kisses me with eagerness, muffling every noise from my mouth as if he can’t get enough of me.
“Oh, Ethan!” My voice is weak, barely inaudible, but then I let out a loud moan when he finally gets his whole cock inside me.
I struggle to accommodate his size, so he patiently waits for a moment as he plays with my hair and strokes my face. He’s so tender, my pussy clench at his touch. When he kisses my mouth slowly, I hug his torso, feeling his hard muscles above me. I moan, and he seems to take this as a sign because he starts to move his veiny cock in and out of me.
My breath comes out in soft pants. I am so full, but the pain goes away and turns into a pleasurable pressure. My lips part enough for a little moan to slip out.
I wrap my legs around him, and he continues with this slow cadence until I am moaning his name over and over, feeling my eyes heavy.
Ethan’s big hand releases my hip and reaches over my breast, squeezes it at the same time his fingers pinch my hard nipple. He continues to push his cock inside of me, and suddenly he reaches that one perfect place in my core, the one Logan had never been able to find before, and I cry out. As though Ethan can tell that another man’s name has crossed my mind, he thrusts his cock faster, and I scream from the fullness, completely forgetting wherever I was even thinking. I begin to grind my hips against him, no longer concerned with any thoughts but feeling him buried inside me.
He’s about to move away, and I quickly go along because I don’t want him to see me lying on my back. My breasts aren’t what they used to be, so I’d rather be on top. He looks confused for a moment but somehow does exactly what I want. He lies on his back on the bed, and with his help, I climb on top of him, switching our positions.
Although my breasts are full, they really need a bra to keep them perky.
Ethan doesn’t let me ride him, though. He simply grabs my hips firmly and slides me up and down his cock instead, handling me like I am his own personal doll like he owns me.
Ethan bounces me on top of him and hits my sweet pleasure spot inside me as I rest my hands on his ripped abs, feeling the muscles tense with each thrust he makes.
I’m glad he’s the one leading the way. I can barely breathe, just moan. Ethan lets go of my hips and pulls me closer to him, capturing my mouth again in a passionate kiss that feels like I’m commemorating ten years of marriage with him rather than with Logan.
I hold on to his shoulders, and he squeezes my breasts as he slowly thrusts into me, making me feel every little bit of his huge cock moving in and out.
Impatient, I rock my hips back at his thrusts, desperate for more. More friction, more motion, more of everything. The bastard chuckles against my mouth, and I feel my face get hotter than it already is.
Then, Ethan passionately hugs me, with one hand hovering on my ass and the other behind my head, holding me in place with his fingers intertwined in my hair. Ethan sniffs my neck, and upon smelling me, he tightens his arms around me even more.
I let out a moan as Ethan’s tongue blazes a hot path to my neck, causing a delicious shiver to ripple through my body. His deep voice gruffly whispers against the curve of my neck, right on it meets my shoulder, “Mine!”