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Once again taking his cock in hand, he began stroking,
reveling in her lusty reaction. She shifted and slid her hand over her cunt,
stroking her clit.

She was unashamed of her naked body, something he loved.
Women usually tried to cover themselves, but not Hope. Either she was
comfortable in his presence or she was too turned on to care.

“Ride me, Hope. Take me inside your wet cunt and ride me.
Use me. Come on me.”

Hope swallowed. Her swanlike neck gracefully moving. Was she
nervous?

He couldn’t have that.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years, to feel your skin
against mine. Don’t make me wait much longer, baby. Please, Hope.”

Since when did he beg for sex? Never. Hope was different.
Special.

She’d always been different and now he had a chance to show
her how much she meant to him.

She stepped forward.

“That’s it, baby.”

He stopped stroking his cock and rested his hands on her
hips. He drew her down so she straddled him. He could feel her heat. Her soft
curls caressed his shaft. Her juices, sticky on his legs.

His cock sat between them. He looked down. Pre-cum leaked
from the angry, purple head.

Jesus Christ, let me have enough control.

Her sweet, lush body was driving him insane. He could nail a
hammer with his cock but what he really wanted to do was nail her.

“Ride me.” He took the lead. Gripping her hips, he lifted
her. His cock stood to attention, ramrod straight.

Atta boy.

She rested her delicate hands on his shoulders and slowly
lowered herself onto his cock.

As her slick pussy engulfed him inch by agonizing inch, he
groaned.

Heaven. He had died and gone to fucking heaven.

Her walls clenched around his shaft, drawing him in, holding
him in a velvet, viselike grip.

“Fuck. You are so fucking tight.”

And she was. He prayed he had enough control to keep from
coming. He’d been waiting too long to waste it.

Clutching his shoulders, Hope breathed in and out. His cock
stretched her, filled her to capacity. Her womb clenched. Her walls pulsated,
drawing him in farther, preparing to milk him.

“Oh, god.”

His cock was a thing of beauty. Long, thick with a fat, bulbous
head.

She wanted to be on her knees and have him push his shaft
past her lips. She wanted to taste him on her tongue.

There would be time later for that.

Right now he was moving inside her, slow, languid thrusts.
His cock rubbed against her G-spot and she let out a low moan.

“So deep. I can feel you so deep inside me.” Her fingers
flexed on his shoulders. Sliding her hands lower, she smiled as his muscles
bunched beneath her touch.

She looked down and her mouth watered at the sight of his
tattoos. She loved his ink, a hint of the bad boy in the now respectable
businessman.

“I love your tats. Such a bad boy.”

His cock twitched. She felt him swell. He rubbed her sweet
spot and she gasped.

To hell with this. She was done waiting.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” She chanted the words, lost
herself in the eroticism of being filled.

Ethan moved her hips up and down.

Needing no further encouragement, she smoothed her hands
over his abs, anchoring her weight, and rode his cock. Up and down. Up and
down. Building her rhythm, she moved faster and faster. His cock slammed into
her harder and deeper, brushing her G-spot.

No one had found her G-spot before. None of her other lovers
had a cock like him. No one compared to Ethan.

Her nails dug into his flesh. He’d have marks in the
morning. That thought made her smile. Ethan St. Claire marked by her. It made
her feel powerful, feral.

Tilting her head forward, she surrounded Ethan’s face with
her hair.

He groaned, fisted a hand in her locks and tugged. “Kiss
me.”

She did, attacking his lips with a hunger she didn’t know
she possessed. Tongues dueled as she fucked his cock. Her body hurled toward
release. Her nerves strung tighter. Her nipples rasped against his chest. Her
clit mashed against his pelvis.

“That’s it, Hope. Come for me. I can’t hold on much longer.”

An intense tingling crept low in her stomach, sliding lower
and lower until eventually it exploded.

She clenched her thighs and leaned her head back. Closing
her eyes, she rode the wave of pleasure. His cock pulsed inside her, her walls
clamping him like a vise. He roared and she felt him stiffen, swell.

Breathing in, she released her death grip on his shoulders.
She looked at the man beneath her. His dark eyes sparkled with lust.

She smiled. He reached up and stroked her cheek.

“That was worth waiting eighteen years for.”

Hope chuckled. She couldn’t agree more.

Chapter Three

Ethan’s fingertips traced a soft pattern on her back and she
resisted the urge to purr like a satisfied cat. They’d finally made it to her
bed. They collapsed after another round of mind-blowing, exhausting sex.

Hope smiled and snuggled closer to his chest. She pressed
her lips to his nipple. The sex was amazing, better than she’d imagined. She
felt happy and sated.

He stroked her hair. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking, why the hell did we wait so long?”

Laughing, he squeezed her shoulder. “Because back then, we
weren’t ready.”

“Are we now?”

Were they? Could this, whatever it was, work out between
them?

“Yes.” His determined tone sent a slither of pleasure down
her spine. Her heart swelled.

She propped her chin on his chest and looked at him.
Flashing him a wicked smile, she said, “You know, I had so many secret
fantasies about you.”

He cocked an eyebrow. The corners of his lips curved into a
lascivious smile. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Like what?”

She shrugged, trying to pick one of the thousands. Finally
she settled on one. “Like that you’d take me for a ride on your bike. We’d stop
somewhere secluded. You’d strip off your shirt.”

Tracing a fingertip around his nipples, she bit her lip and
batted her eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion. “You were always shirtless in
my fantasies. You’d declare your need for my body and bend me over the saddle.
You’d pull my hair and spank me before sliding your cock inside me and fucking
me doggy style.”

Hope laughed. She clenched her thighs and slid her body
against his. “That was a big one. I spent many nights touching myself over that
one.”

She felt his muscles flex, his cock harden. Obviously the
thought of her touching herself turned him on.

“Any other deep, dark fantasies? Any recent ones?”

She splayed her fingers on his chest, drawing circles on the
golden skin. She rubbed her foot up and down his calf.

Should she tell him about her desire for two men? Her
fantasy of having him and Dominic together? Two cocks, twice the pleasure.

She chewed her lip.

No. She couldn’t tell him. Not after they’d just had sex.
Their relationship was too fragile to risk.

Although open-minded, he might be pissed off to know she
sometimes fantasized about his best friend.

“Come on, Hope. This is me. You can tell me anything.”

That was true. They’d always been close and shared most
things. Except dark sexual fantasies.

She shrugged. “There isn’t anything to tell.”

“If you don’t tell me, I’m going to have to punish you.”

Her sex clenched. “That could be interesting.”

She yelped as he sat up and dragged her body over his lap.
Her pussy creamed. Her clit swelled, throbbed. He manhandled her like a rag
doll, arranging her into a kneeling position, her ass sticking in the air.
Vulnerable and exposed, she was so wet.

“It’s not supposed to be interesting. It’s supposed to be
punishment.” His gruff tone excited her.

His palm cracked against the right cheek of her ass. The
sharp sting took her breath away. She inhaled, held her breath. Her ass burned.
It hadn’t been gentle. He’d given her a full-on, hardcore slap.

Her skin felt hot. Her nipples tightened. She exhaled,
riding the pain. Who knew spanking would make her this hot?

“Tell me, Hope. Tell me your darkest fantasy.”

“No.” She wasn’t sure if her reluctance was due to
embarrassment or defiance. She wanted him to strike her again. Harder.

Slap
.
Slap
.
Slap
.

Every time his hand connected with her ass, she jerked
forward and whimpered. Her juices ran down her thighs, coating the skin with
stickiness.

“Tell me.”

Crack
.
Crack
.
Crack
. Her ass was on
fire. Ethan drove a hard bargain.

“Two men. I fantasize about having two men!” She almost
screamed the words. She heard him take a deep breath. Had she offended him?

He rewarded her confession by dipping two fingers into her
cunt. Slowly, he slid them in and out. Teasing her. She wanted to come. She
wanted to scream. She wanted to hide her face in embarrassment.

But most of all she wanted Ethan St. Claire.

“One of those men better be me.”

In and out. Stroking over and over. Possessing her.

She swallowed, hoping to ease the burning in her throat.
“Yes, of course one of them is you. It’s always you.”

The pad of his thumb pressed against her clit. He stroked
the hardened nub in tender circles. “Do you have a second man in mind, Hope? Do
you know the man in your fantasy fuck?”

She shook her head. Dominic’s face entered her thoughts and
her walls clenched around Ethan’s fingers, sucking him into her tight pussy.

Damn it. Betrayed by her body.

“You do know, don’t you? Is it someone you know?” Anger
dripped from his words.

She nodded. No point lying, he would only worm it out of
her.

“Is it someone I know?”

She nodded again.

He added a third finger to her pussy. She was so wet,
slippery and hot. Excited to the point of madness.

“Who is it, Hope?”

She whimpered. “I can’t tell you. You’ll think I’m a slut.”

He snorted. “Baby, I could never think that. I’ve known you
too long. Just tell me. Please.”

It was the
please
that undid her. “Dominic. It’s
Dominic,” she choked out, horrified at her confession but unable to stop the
words from escaping.

He stilled.

“Ethan?”

She felt his soft lips press against her shoulder blade.

“Ssh.” His fingers started moving, driving her higher,
pushing her toward the edge. “Good girl. Now come for me, Hope. Come like a
good girl. Coat my fingers. Show me how much you love my fingers, my cock, my
tongue. Show me how much you enjoy me fucking you.”

He fucked her with his fingers, rubbed her clit faster and
faster. But it was his words that drove her over the edge. It seemed like he
was trying to possess her. To own her with his words. To make her his.

“Come, Hope. Come for me.”

Hope came. Her world flew apart and remade itself. She
screamed out her orgasm, clenched down on his fingers.

After a few minutes, she drew in a deep breath. Lowering her
trembling body to the bed, she lay sprawling over his lap. Her skin tingled,
she felt raw in numerous places. Ethan’s hard cock nestled against her stomach.
Her confession had turned him on.

He’d always been protective, but while he’d been spanking
her ass raw he’d seemed downright possessive.

Being possessed by Ethan St. Claire. She liked that thought.

She threw a glance at him over her shoulder. His dark eyes
stared at her intently. They roamed over her body as if branding her as his. An
erotic shiver ran down her spine.

“So what now?”

Ethan grinned. A predatory grin that set her heart
fluttering. “Now I’m going to fuck those beautiful tits of yours.”

She moved from his lap and lay on her back. “I think that’s
a very good idea.”

She pushed her breasts together, pinching her nipples. She
bit her lip and gave him her best
come-get-me
look.

She’d always fantasized about this, him sliding his hard
cock between her breasts. She wanted him to come on her, to mark her. She
wanted to be his.

As he straddled her waist, Hope sighed. His weight pressed
her into the bed. She couldn’t move. She loved the feel of his thighs pinning
her down.

His fist worked up and down his cock. Her eyes followed the
same path. He had a beautiful cock. She tugged her nipples and gasped at the
pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, Hope? Watching me stroke my cock?
See how hard you make me?” He slowed down.

Her eyes fixed on the pre-cum dripping from the purple tip.

She licked her lips. “I want to taste you.”

Leaning forward, he wrapped one hand around the iron
bedstead and directed his shaft toward her mouth. She opened, flicked her
tongue across the head, lapping the leaking moisture. He tasted salty and
tangy.

“Hmmm,” she purred, fixing her eyes on his, letting him see
how much she enjoyed sampling him.

“Spit on me, get me nice and wet, baby.”

Heat flushed her cheeks. She’d never been asked to do such
intimate things before, but with him it was okay. He wouldn’t judge her. All
that mattered was pleasure. Their pleasure.

She did as he commanded.

“That’s it. Now hold your tits together.”

Creating a channel for his cock, she waited in anticipation.
Settling his weight on her torso, he palmed her breasts, massaged the soft
flesh. Tweaking her nipples, he tugged, pinched the turgid nubs.

She gasped. A new shot of pain coursed through her already
overloaded system and coiled in her pussy.

“Ethan!”

“What? Tell me what you need, Hope.”

He rubbed his cock around her nipples. First one, then the
other. Pre-cum glistened on her skin. Watching him mark her this way drove her
wild.