Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,303

shot down her body, straight between her legs and a low moan escaped from between her lips. When he finally let go to run his hot tongue over the spot, to sooth the sting, her knees went weak. What was she saying again?

“Maybe this is good,” he said. “Everyone finds out at the same time. We don’t have to deal with telling everyone slowly. That gives us more time for other things. Like how much I want to be back inside you.” His hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts and moved between her legs. He groaned into her neck. “God Harper, I love how fucking wet you get for me.”

His finger slid over her clit, causing her to gasp and rock her hips, dragging the tight nub back and forth against him. His dark chuckle sent shivers down her spine. He pinched her nipple harder than she expected and the ache between her legs sharpened. Her stomach clenched and all that mattered was the sweet intensity that was filling her body.

“Shit,” she murmured softly, groaning.

“You like that? Because you should know I love it when you ride my finger with that hot little pussy of yours. How you tighten around me when I slid them inside.” He did just that, and if he hadn’t been holding her so tightly, she would have melted to the floor. “How fucking wet you get when you come.”

He liked to talk dirty, that she’d already figured out, but this morning he was bringing his A-game. She was burning up from the inside and the way he stroked in and out, how he drove his wet fingers over her clit only to plunge back into her, sent her spiraling high faster than she thought possible.

“So you’re not mad?” she gasped not even sure why she was bothering to try and talk.

His dark sexy chuckle took her right to the edge. “Do I feel mad, Harper?” He pressed his hard cock against her back and she groaned deep in her throat.

“No, you feel really, really good, Ethan.” She rocked her hips, caught between this fingers driving inside her and the hard bulge at her back.

“It’s going to feel even better when I’m inside you, so you better hurry up and fucking come already.”

His deep voice, his raw words, the pressure of his fingers, they all worked together and sent her flying over the edge. Her body arched, tightened and strained against the arm holding her pressed back against his chest, glad he was there to hold her up because her legs felt like Jell-O.

When she finally stopped shaking, her head fell back and she turned her head, pressed her lips to the stubble covering his jaw. Boston SWAT could have burst through the door right then with guns blazing and she’d still have grinned at them. That’s how good she felt, how good Ethan made her feel.

“Now for the second part of that promise,” he said low in her ear. “Put your hands on the back of the couch and bend over.”

Her mouth went dry and her body instantly heated. The ache that he’d just satisfied sprang back to life. Sex had never been like this before. Not that she was worldly or anything. A couple of short flings in college and Stan who was more about his needs than hers.

Goose bumps sprang up over her skin when Ethan laid his hand on her lower back, holding her in place as he guided his cock between her legs, filling her in one slow thrust. She tried to arch up but his grip held her down. She could only push up with her hands, lifting her shoulders and bowing her back until she felt his other hand slide into her hair.

He held her head tipped back, fingers tangled in the tresses as he pulled back then drove forward. A low groan ripped from her throat. She wanted to push back, rock her hips harder against him but he kept her pinned in place, controlling every stroke.

Already sensitive from the first orgasm, her stomach tightened and air hissed from between her teeth. Every glide of his cock drove the tension a notch higher and she strained to reach the top, except Ethan controlled the pace and the climb was torturously slow. Her legs shook. Her entire body trembled with the need for release. So close.

“Ethan,” she pleaded, then with several deep hard thrusts, his name turned into a curse filled scream.

‘Fucking hell, Harper,” he ground out.