I was trembling, c**k still twitching, body slick with sweat, when Ethan pressed himself closer, chest warm against my back, weight heavy, commanding. His hands roamed over me again—one gripping my hip, dragging me against him, the other sliding along my spine, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin at the base of my c**k.
“Still dripping, still needy…” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. “Look at you. Pretending you’re done when you’re not. You’re mine, Liam.”
I whimpered, rocking against him instinctively, body still raw, ass clenching at the ghost of the first orgasm. “I… I can’t… please…” My voice was broken, trembling.
His chuckle was low, dark, a predator’s sound that made my stomach coil. He shifted slightly, c**k grinding along mine again, friction sharp, slick, maddening. Every
