Chapter 22: Just a Little More...

ELLIE

Oh my God! I shifted in the armchair, hesitant. It wasn’t just surprise that washed over me—it was fear.

“Are you okay?” he asked, noticing my reaction, the emotions clearly etched on my face.

I had been with average guys, even big ones, but this... this was beyond what I’d ever imagined. In a way that didn’t look remotely comfortable. Not even close to a good idea.

“Ellie?” I met his gaze, feeling a wave of embarrassment. How was I supposed to explain my reaction?

“Okay.” I took a deep breath. “Have you ever been to an amusement park?”

“What?” he asked, clearly confused.

“Well, if you’ve been, then you know there are all kinds of rides. There are the boring ones, the fun ones, the thrilling ones, and then there are those that look risky and terrifying.” I emphasized the last part to make sure he understood which ride he was. He seemed to get it.

“And what’s your favorite kind of ride?” he asked, one corner of his mouth curling up into a smile.

“I prefer the fun ones, even the really thrilling ones, but I usually avoid the terrifying ones. They don’t seem comfortable or safe. Do you get it?”

“Did you just create this whole metaphor about dicks to say you’re scared?” He laughed.

“I don’t think this is going to work.” No matter what he said, that thing was right in front of me, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to fit.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

“Maybe that’s not your intention, but that doesn’t mean it’s not risky.”

“I thought you were braver than that.”

“I understand a bit about proportions, and I don’t think we’re proportional.”

“Do you always get this crazy when you’re scared?”

“I’m serious.”

“Then be brave.”

“Aren’t you listening to me?” He sighed before stepping closer and leaning over me.

“Trust me, once I’m inside you, you won’t want to ride anything that isn’t risky and terrifying ever again. You’ll be so wet when I enter you that you won’t feel anything but pleasure.” He kissed the inside of my thigh as he slid the rest of my lingerie down my legs, then pulled me closer to the edge. “Now spread your legs wide,” he ordered, getting down on his knees. I hesitated, knowing he’d have a full view of me. “Obey.”

I forced my legs to move, spreading them apart.

He started kissing the inside of my thigh near my knee, and continued up toward my groin, making my whole body tremble. I felt his breath on my sex before his tongue dipped inside me and slid upward, teasing my clit, driving me wild. He moaned, his lips around me, sending vibrations through my entire body. I arched my back, a loud moan escaping my lips as he sucked me for the first time. I nearly lost control.

“Your pussy is so delicious,” he murmured against my skin. Mr. Morgan had a dirty mouth, and it was turning me on even more. “And you taste so sweet,” he whispered before running his tongue along my entire length, licking me. The way his brown eyes watched every reaction of mine left me dizzy.

I searched for something to hold on to as he resumed sucking me. It didn’t take long before I lost all control of my body again; it was impossible to withstand his relentless tongue teasing me. He kept at it with such intensity, as if it was for his own pleasure and not mine, and only stopped when I came again, this time in his mouth, moaning incoherently, feeling pure ecstasy and almost out of breath. No one had ever made me orgasm just with their mouth before. It was so incredible that I was left dazed.

“I need to be inside you now, I can’t wait any longer,” he said, lifting me into his arms and laying me down on the larger sofa. “Are you on birth control?” he asked, bracing one hand beside my face as I was still coming back to my senses. I nodded. “Do you trust me?”

“Should I?” I was still dazed, but I hadn’t forgotten about the blonde he’d been with recently.

“Don’t worry, I don’t do this with anyone I don’t know. But I can use protection if you prefer.”

“Does that mean you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then.” I agreed. He had been honest so far, which made me feel like I could trust him.

He lowered himself to kiss my lips before positioning his hips between my legs. I bent both of them. We both focused our attention between our bodies as he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance. Watching it was so erotic, but I still didn’t think it was going to work. And when he tried to push just a little, I thought he was going to tear me apart. I dug my nails into his shoulders, getting his attention.

“Shhh. It’s okay,” he whispered, his eyes on my face. “You’ll get used to it.” I wasn’t going to get used to anything. His lips covered mine just as he thrust inside me. The sharp pain mixed with pleasure was almost too much to bear. I would have screamed if his tongue wasn’t in my mouth.

He was so thick, making me acutely aware of every inch as he slid deeper, forcing space inside me. He groaned, pulling his lips away from mine, closing his eyes with an expression of pleasure and torment.

“Relax,” he whispered before sliding out and back in again, moving his hips sensually, making me claw at his back.

It was so intense. I couldn’t take it. I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to find a way to accommodate him, but I felt him go even deeper.

“Please,” I begged.

“Do you want to stop?” I wanted relief, but at the same time, it felt so good.

“It’s so intense.”

“Yes, and you’re squeezing me so tight I won’t be able to last long… it’s so hot and wet.” He began moving his hips faster, making me moan.

It was a sensation unlike anything I’d ever experienced, so strong and almost painful. Gripping one of my thighs, he started thrusting faster. I felt my climax building once again, the sensation growing with every thrust, becoming harder and harder to endure.

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the pleasure consuming my body, hearing him moan as he lost himself inside me turned me on even more. His scent and the sound of our bodies moving together were the only things I could process besides the pleasure of feeling him thrusting deep inside me.

“Your pussy feels so good… my dreams didn’t come close to this,” he said, thrusting harder, making me lose control.

“Oh my God, Ethan! I’m going to…”

“Yes, come for me with that sweet pussy,” he said, his hand sliding from my thigh to my clit, pressing down as he buried himself inside me.

That was enough to push my body over the edge. I came, arching my back. He kept my face in place with one hand.

“I want to see your face while you come,” he said, thrusting harder, going as deep as he could while taking my nipple into his mouth.

He thrust two more times, so hard and deep that I felt a second wave of my orgasm crash over me. He growled as my muscles clenched around his cock. I felt him release hotly inside me as his mouth covered mine.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”