When we got back to the house, both kids were dragging. I got them upstairs and into bed, then went back down to find Ethan. He was in my room with a bottle of wine and no clothes on.
“I need you, Olivia. Forgive my lack of romance right now. I’m going to explode if I don’t get to have you.”
I was halfway across the room and half n***d by the time he finished talking. He helped pull the rest of my clothes off then stretched out on my bed. He guided me over him and held his c**k steady while I sank down onto him.
“Fuuuuck,” he growled. “Hold on, baby. Give me a second.”
I didn’t want slow. I didn’t want loving. I wanted a good, hard f**k. And yes, I used the f-word.
I lifted my hips and slammed back down onto him. Ethan’s eyes shot open, desire and rage and l**t filling them. “Stop.”
