She gasped. Ethan’s hot mouth had closed over her n****e and he proceeded to light her body on fire with every flick of his tongue over the sensitive flesh. Erin squirmed beneath him while he tortured and pleasured her, unable to escape the torment and yet straining for more as Ethan alternated between both breasts.
He raised his head, studying her through hooded eyes.
“I never stopped wanting you Sweetcheeks,” He murmured, tracing a line down her exposed skin down to the belt of her terry robe. One sharp tug and the material fell free, leaving her completely vulnerable to him. “The question now is – do you want me?”
“Don’t kid yourself.” Despite the desire that raced through her, Erin was still angry at him for the s******g. “I don’t have s*x with men who take pleasure in hitting women
