Page 29 of Master A-0011

More.

I drew my legs up higher, crying out in pleasure as he stretched me wide with the tip. A deep vibrating rumble left Ethan and he held in place, lowering to meet my mouth. And I was ready for his kiss. I could disappear in the happiness it suddenly made me feel. A promise to a new beginning. A life maybe worth living. And I wanted that. I wanted to be happy and normal more than anything in the world.

“Don’t stop kissing me. This is gonna hurt.”

But hadn’t that been the story of my life to this point?

“All I know is pain. I can take it.”

“I believe you can. Soon, you won’t have to worry about it anymore. Hold on to me.” He swept down, thrusting and breaking through my barrier as he drank in my cry. I gasped and tensed my body through the stinging fire that had me wanting to move. And I tried, shifting my hips as he grabbed hold, keeping me still as he paused to let me adjust.

“That’s it, baby. Breathe. The worst is over. Now it’s time for me to make you feel good.”

Ethan kissed the wetness from the tears, but I hadn’t even known any had fallen. I didn’t have time to think on it as he inched out, lifting and sitting back to watch himself go deeper. The change in sensation had my mouth shooting open. The pain was still there, but so wassomething elseas I took in his powerful body. The muscles flexed at his movements. People worshipped this man. Millions upon millions of people. They loved him. They adored him. But…

Something. Something.

My knees pulled back, and a loud moan left me as he took his time burying his cock. I could feel his length throbbing as he paused, holding securely to the side of my throat. He was still staring down at me but with more awe than I’d ever seen from him. Sweat was beginning to coat his chest and he bit his bottom lip, inching out and sliding back in. Slow. Steady. Slow.

My fingers went to my clit, adding pressure. The sight had him making sounds just as loud as me. I was already so close as he teased and built up the ecstasy I suddenly couldn’t imagine being without. My mind was screaming again, and it was back to the ‘more’, ‘more’, ‘more’.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

More thrusts until I couldn’t help but plead to him.

“Yes. Ethan, more. Faster. Please. I need…faster.Ethan.”

Did it still hurt? Yes. Did I care? No.

My head was lifting, and my mouth was opened. Minutes stretched out. The thrusts increased, bouncing me back as he began to pound his cock into me. The slapping of our skin had me right on edge, and he kept me there until I wasn’t sure I could go another second. I rotated my fingers over my clit and screamed as the spasms sent my legs shaking.

I could barely hear. Barely see as I managed to bring Ethan’s dreamy face into focus.

“Fuck.Fuck that was hot. Keep touching yourself. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

And for the first time in as long as I could remember…I believed him. His eyes never left me. His wonder never ceased.

“Jesus. Fuck, Pearl. God, yes.”

Ethan grabbed my hips, lifting my ass from the bed and holding to me tightly as he pushed deep. The force of his cum had me crying out all over again as he shot into me over and over.

He was panting. I was trying to catch my breath. And my smile. It was automatic. Even through the background screams, I was already celebrating.

Celebrating my new life.

Celebrating my upcoming future.

Celebrating…contemplating…something.

“How do you feel?How bad do you hurt?”

I glanced around the crowded restaurant on our floor, thanking God that soon I wouldn’t have to force my head to stay high because Ethan wanted me to. I could do it because I wouldn’t have to hide. I wouldn’t have to worry what people thought.

“My body doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as my ego does right now. Everyone is looking at me.”