Chapter 27: Forget It

ELLIE

Mr. Morgan crossed his arms over his muscular chest, his expression unreadable. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt, black sweatpants, and black sneakers.

"One day," he said, closing his eyes and shaking his head with clenched jaws, making his irritation clear. "You waited just one day to go running back to your ex-boyfriend?" His words were laced with sarcasm and anger.

"What?" Did he think Todd and I were together?

"Or maybe I’m wrong, and you didn’t even wait twenty-four hours after we fucked before letting him fuck you."

My blood boiled, rage taking over me as I took a few steps and stopped in front of him, before landing a hard slap across his face.

"Don’t you dare talk to me like that!" I snarled.

He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip hard before grabbing my hips roughly and spinning us around, slamming my back against the door. Pressing his body against mine, he crushed my breasts with his enormous chest, making me feel just how hard he was against my stomach. He raised my arms, pinning my hands above my head.

"Tell me you didn’t fuck him, damn it," he demanded through gritted teeth.

"Go to hell, you bastard!" I snapped back, trying to break free.

"Say it!" he growled, using one hand to grip my chin.

"Do you think I’m a slut?"

"Is that a no?"

"Screw you!" I wanted to kick him where it hurt.

"Good. That’s all I needed to know," he said before lifting my black top with one hand, exposing my breasts, releasing more adrenaline throughout my body.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, breathless, as he stared at my breasts with a hint of satisfaction.

He traced a finger over one of the marks he’d left just below one of my nipples. Was the bastard admiring the marks he’d left on me?

"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered, his gaze meeting mine again.

I had no idea what we were doing or how my anger was transforming into excitement and pure desire—an urgent, primal need that soaked my panties.

I didn’t care about the consequences or the fact that I was all sweaty; I just wanted him to keep touching me, so I obeyed, wrapping my legs around his waist. I completely lost all sense of reason when I felt his cock press between my legs, making me moan.

He leaned in just enough to take my breast into his mouth, sucking on my nipple hard. I bit my lower lip to keep from making noise when he bit down, making me arch my chest towards him.

"I’m going to let go of your hands. Don’t even think about trying to stop me."

I nodded. I didn’t want him to stop, ever. He released my wrists that he had been holding with one hand and used the same hand to grab the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair.

I grabbed his shoulders with my hands. His tongue slid over my lips before plunging into my mouth, dominating mine as he ran his hand over my body. Moving up my stomach, squeezing my breast, until it reached my neck, which he gripped before grinding his cock against me with force, making me pull his hair between my fingers.

He explored my neck with his lips and tongue, moving down to my breasts, holding my head firmly in place. I had noticed he loved torturing my breasts, sucking and biting my nipples hard, or pulling and squeezing them between his fingers. And I loved it. I loved every rough and intense touch.

"Please," I begged. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to feel him inside me. I hated that his clothes prevented me from feeling the heat of his firm skin against mine.

He shoved his large hand under the fabric of my panties, finding it difficult because of the tight black leggings I was wearing. Then he pressed my clit so hard that I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.

He kissed me, trying to silence me while he continued to rub deliciously. I wanted to scream. My legs were giving out and starting to tremble. "Please," I begged again, feeling his tongue slide down my neck.

"What do you want?" he whispered in my ear, his deep voice making my entire body shiver.

"Your cock," I moaned in response, feeling his smile against my neck.

"Say it again," he ordered before biting my skin.

"I want your cock," I repeated. It was as if my entire body felt the need to obey him. "Please."

"Fuck," he growled before lowering my legs from his waist and turning me around, pressing my breasts against the door.

Kneeling behind me, he pulled down my leggings and panties together. I felt his large hands sliding over my ass, one on each cheek, before squeezing.

"That ass drives me crazy," he said before biting one side while using his fingers to rub my pussy, moving them back and forth, stroking my lips and clit. "So wet and ready," he groaned.

"Oh my God!" I moaned desperately, feeling my legs give way.

Standing up, he pushed my hair away from my ear, placing it over one shoulder.

"I’m going to give you what you want," he whispered before biting my ear, my neck, and my shoulder.

I felt his thick, heavy cock resting just above my ass as he lowered his pants, making me anxious. Grabbing his cock, he slid it along my ass until it reached between my legs, rubbing against my clit before guiding it to my entrance, making me moan. I was so desperate, my skin burning, and the desire pulsing between my thighs.

I felt his cock press against me, trying to push inside, and the familiar pain hit me. Fuck. I was starting to love that pain because what came with it was an immeasurable pleasure. My body trembled when he managed to push his enormous head inside me. He wrapped one arm around my chest, grabbing one of my breasts with his hand before slowly sliding in deep, making both of us moan.

"I couldn’t sleep thinking about this sweet pussy," he confessed in a whisper near my ear, pausing inside me. "I can’t do anything but think about your pussy," he growled before starting to move, pulling out and thrusting back in again.

I didn’t have time to process that he had just confessed he’d been thinking about me because he began to move his hips violently.

I used my arm to stifle my screams and moans, feeling him fill me deliciously and painfully. He was demanding more of me with each thrust, trying to go deeper and beyond my limit, making me whimper.

I wanted to scream as I felt the pleasure tearing through my body. And when he used his hand to rub my clit, I couldn’t keep my lips pressed against my arm. I arched my back, lifting my head and moaning. He acted quickly, letting go of my breast and placing his hand over my lips.

"Shhhh," he whispered, kissing my shoulder as he pounded into me and rubbed my clit.

I closed my eyes, feeling my entire body being overtaken by ecstasy. I couldn’t take the sensation growing inside me; it was so intense that I surrendered. Spasms took over my body, and my trembling legs gave out as I lost control.

Ethan grabbed my hips, keeping me from collapsing as I came, feeling pure bliss. My moans and screams were muffled by his hand. My entire body was consumed by delight. He groaned in my ear as my muscles squeezed him inside me. All I could think about was how good it was.

Pulling out of me, he carefully turned me around and wrapped my legs around his waist, holding my thighs. I was still breathless and dazed when we heard a knock on the door. I froze, and I felt his entire body stiffen in front of me. The knock sounded again.

*"Is someone in there?"*