Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,308

her hips and pressed her opening over just the head of his cock.

“Eyes on me, Harper. I want to watch you when you sink that sweet little pussy down over me.”

She clenched against the sudden rush of warmth between her legs that his words caused. With her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, she stared into his eyes and slowly lowered herself down over his length.

“Fuck,” he exhaled on a harsh breath.

“Oh god,” she gasped, feeling him fill her until she sat on him, sheathing him completely inside her.

His hands gripped her hips and he rocked her back and forth, keeping her planted firmly against him. He was so deep that she couldn’t take a full breath. He felt too good filling her that way.

“They want us to come to dinner tonight,” he said, pulling her down so that he could press his lips against hers.

“Wait—what?” she said, surprised at the change from dirty talk to real conversation.

“My parents,” he groaned. “Want. Us. To Come.” He slid deeper still. “To dinner.”

It took her a moment to clearly understand what he said because his cock was doing delicious things to her. Parents?

“Your parents?” she squeaked out. Her hips stopped and she stared down at him. This was too fast. She wasn’t ready to look into the eyes of the man her father was trying to ruin. Again. “I don’t have anything to wear,” she blurted out. It was the first thing that came to her hazy mind.

She struggled to push herself off Ethan but he held onto her hips tight and grinned up at her. That sexy grin got her every time.

“Keep moving, just like that.” His heavy lidded gaze sent a shiver of desire coursing through her and it dulled the panic enough so that she braced her hands on his chest and rocked her hips.

“Like that?” she whispered.

“Fuck yeah.” He gripped her tightly and lifted, sliding her up and down along his cock.

Harper groaned low in her chest and her head fell back. She pushed up and let him pull her back down. They set a slow but deep rhythm that had her toes curling and sweat breaking out over her body. Tension coiled low in her stomach but when she tried to speed up, to reach her climax, Ethan kept up the torturous pace. It built so slow that she ground her teeth together.

Every thrust took the pleasure up a notch but not enough to send her over the edge.

“Please,” she whimpered, over and over again.

She dug her nails into his muscles, arched back deeper to get as much of him inside her as she could. Air lodged in her chest and she strained toward her release. His harsh breathing filled her ears and he growled deep in his chest.

He was using her body to jack himself off and she wanted to scream it felt so good.

Pleasure tightened and coiled, then as he pushed up into her, exploded in an inferno that washed over her body so slow that she couldn’t keep the scream inside her throat. It flowed to the tips of her fingers, her toes, wrapping her up in something so good it hurt for several long seconds.

Under her Ethan groaned and stilled, but her body was too tight, as if marionette strings were holding everything stretched on the verge of collapse. A sob erupted from her chest and she sucked air into her lungs. Little by little, the tension seeped from her muscles and she sank down to lay over Ethan’s chest.

There wasn’t enough air in the room to satisfy her need to breathe. Her nails were still holding onto his shoulders and she made them release. Under her ear his heart thundered.

“Fuckin hell,” he exhaled roughly, but his hands were gentle as he stroked up and down her back, soothing her still trembling body.

She pressed her lips to his sweaty neck, not ready to move from his arms.

“This is crazy,” she murmured against his skin.

“Which part?”

“All of it.” She pushed up so that she could look into his eyes. “Us. Your parents wanting to meet me. Who our fathers are. It’s just...how can this even work?” What if his parents hated her as much as they hated her father? She wouldn't blame them.

Something darkened in Ethan’s eyes and he ran a hand over her shoulder, behind her neck to tangle in the hair there. He held her firm but gentle. She couldn’t look away from his stare. “It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks,