Ethan’s c**k pressed hot and heavy against my soaked p***y as I straddled him again. His green eyes burned up at me, wide with shock and raw hunger. The whiskey had loosened him just enough that the hesitation was gone, replaced by something feral. His hands gripped my bare hips hard, fingers digging into my flesh like he needed to hold himself.
I reached down between us and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He was fully hard again, impossibly thick, veins pulsing under my palm, the head slick with the remnants of my spit and his c*m. I stroked him slow, base to tip, twisting my wrist on every upstroke until his hips jerked and he groaned deep in his chest.
“You still think no one wants you?” I whispered, leaning down to drag my tongue along his jaw, tasting salt and stubble. “Because my
