“Are you doing this because you know you won’t last?” I asked.
Ethan stared at me as if I had slapped him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Riley?”
I held his gaze. “You heard me.”
His expression tightened. “Are you seriously saying that to me right now?”
“Yes. Because you’ve been doing the same thing for the past thirty minutes. What am I supposed to think?”
He pulled his hand away from my thighs and sat up.
“What’s the rush? Why are you hurrying me?”
I let out a frustrated breath. “Because I want my husband's d**k in me, Ethan! Is that so difficult to understand? How can you be only fingering me for the past more than thirty minutes now and you expect me not to do anything.”
He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Or perhaps you have someone else you want to go and se
