Page 136 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
Overwhelmed, I cry out. “It’s too much…Ethan—”
“Take it, baby. Take all of me.”
And I do. Screaming. “Oh, my god, Ethan!” Unlike before he's not holding anything back now, unleashing his ferocity on me.
A few more hard thrusts has me babbling incoherently, and then, he slows down, and I catch my breath. He holds himself still while seated fully inside me.
I’m so full that I feel the delicious stretch of my pussy around the thick root of his cock, and my muscles don’t stop convulsing around him.
“Here, you’ll love this, Siobhán.” He moves his fingers to my drenched folds, and he starts to tug rhythmically on my swollen clit.
I start crying out again. My toes cramp from how hard I curl them. He continues until I’m coming hard on his invading cock, my back stiffening and body thrashing. He keeps his arm around me to hold me to him while he resumes the hard, punishing thrusts, fucking me through my orgasm and right into another.
“Bonnie!” he roars, his own climax overtaking him as he spills hotly inside me.
He collapses half on top of me, holding some of his weight on his forearm. He’s still inside me when he starts to drop feathery kisses over my shoulders and back, even my ear lobes. I turn my head towards him, needing his lips on mine, his breath mingling with my own, after the intensity of the past few minutes. He’s big, and I’m trapped against him, his semi-hard cock still inside me, and instead of feeling triggered, I’m searching for his mouth. Because he’s Ethan. My dark, damaged Ethan.
My heart squeezes in my chest as we kiss. And kiss. Still, he doesn’t let me up, not that I’m complaining. Instead, he moves us so we’re lying on our sides and he’s behind me.
When my lips are kiss-swollen and tingly and I’m squirming and clenching again around his now fully-hard cock, he starts to move. This time, slower and not as hard, but it’s just as devastating in its effect. When my orgasm hits this time, it’s so blindingly intense that I burst out crying. Which makes himlaugh. I want to smack him, but my limbs are jelly and twitching like mad.
Afterwards, he flips us over so I’m sprawled on top of him, still panting and trembling, enjoying the aftershocks rippling from my core and spreading throughout my body.
“So, baby, why did you really go to Vancouver? The truth.”
I now know the definition of having your brains fucked out because the next words that come out of my mouth shock even me. “Because you didn’t ask me to marry you.”
He freezes, as do I.
After saying it, my face reddens. “Geez! Forget I said that. I swear, I don’t know where that came from.”I can’t believe I actually said that out loud.
“You want to be my wife Bonnie?” he drawls
“No. I mean, I’m not asking for—”
“ButIam,” he interrupts.
“What, right now? Like you’re asking-asking?”
“Do you want me to ask you?” he questions.
“Ethan, stop confusing me! Are you asking if I would be interested at some point in the future, or are you asking me if you should ask me right now?”
“It’s not that hard, my love, it’s a yes or no answer.”
“And if I say yes—not that I’m saying yes now because you haven't asked me— but if I said yes, does that mean I’ve said yes? Like yes-yes?” I babble.
“Why don’t we just put you out of your misery and make you Bonnie Hawthorne?”
“I didn’t say yes! I didn’t agree,” I protest.
“Say no then,” he dares me.
I keep my mouth shut.
He smiles like a predator that has his prey cornered. “Bonnie Hawthorne it is. We’ll just need a date to make things official. Very soon.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t pretend I don’t love the sound of it.