You want me, right?

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"Not now, baby," he chuckled, looking at me who was with knitted brows and questioning eyes.

"Why?" I questioned him in anger and frustration.

"Because I want you to cum on my fucking cock," he said as his eyes dilated with desire.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I desperately wanted a release, but this asshole was not providing me with that. I wiggled my body to get out of his hold, but the bastard kept his grip tight around my legs, forbidding any movement.

" STOP! Fucking moving, Kitten, you will get hurt," he said in a rude tone, making me stop movement.

My eyes narrowed, and a thick drop of tears escaped my eyes. 

 He sighed, feeling a tug in his heart, realizing he was being harsh on her.

He put his palm on my cheeks and swiped the tears from my lashes. 

He could be rough and dominate her in bed, but he couldn't see her crying.

"Tell me, what do you want?" He spoke gently to me this man, like a true grown man.

"Uuu-hhh...rrrrr...Cccocckkk," I said in my drunken voice, lashing with a thick texture of alcohol.

"You are surely getting it, babe," he smiled, rubbing my hole gently and earning a moan from me.

I have already become very sensitive down there due to the previous tortures. He teases more than he gives.

He positioned the tip while wrapping my leg around his hips. I was leaking juice and drenching the bedsheets. He looked for my pretty face and guided himself inside me only a little.

"Ahhh," My breath hitched inside my throat, and I felt a slight pain down there for not being sexually active for a year.

He smiled at my responses and guided himself wholeheartedly inside me with a jerk.

He still a little inside me before pulling out and again inserting inside me.

"Ahhhh...Ahhhhh...Ahhhhh," I started moaning senselessly.

She sounded like music to his ears. Her voice was coated with honey; it sounded as sweet as a melody. 

The nerves on his cock started twitching and coated with discharge as he continued the movement. He looked at my face. I looked at him with my eyes half-closed.

"It hurts," I said as she felt the slight burning inside the vagina. He was probably too big for me. I haven’t taken someone so big.

"You will get used to it, Amber," he said before taking his manhood out and inserting it gently this time.

Soon we release enough juices for lubrication that it no longer hurts but pleasures me. The pleasure I have never felt with anyone.

My eyes rolled on as he hit my G-spot continually. He started thrusting harder as he couldn't control his emotions, shaking our bodies and the bed. He inserted his head inside the crook of my neck. His breaths were fanning on my neck sending shivers to my spine.

We inhale good breath and exhale bad breath. Sweats started leaking from our skin, making it glossy. My eyes water as I tried to chase my zenith.

"Not now, but together," he said, looking desperately into my eyes. 

Only if she was not drunk and they were doing this in their senses could this have been the best experience. Nevertheless, she was bliss, heaven, and something he wanted to touch and explore. She was his downfall. It may be the end of her Playboy era.

I tried moving my hips along with his hips. We moved in sync, but his pressure was greater, as it was damn hard for him to control.

"Ahhhhhh," we came together, mixing fluids and our arousal, leaking from my cunt.

Our breaths were fanning around each other's necks. It was heaven. I never felt something like this before; it was pure ecstasy. Never felt so pleasurable. I never felt so compatible. Was it just sex?

He looked at me; my eyes were still closed. He was the first to recover from the aftereffect while I was still tired. He let me breathe.

"That was, oh, my God, heaven," I said tiredly in my soft tired voice.

"No, baby, you are heaven. We have just begun," he said, shifting me on my four limbs.

He fucked me in every fucking position he knew, taking all his sexual frustration on me. 

I have made him wait for a long time. I deserve all of him. I deserve the pleasure, the pain, gentility, and the hardness. All shades of him! 

We did it all night, taking pleasure from each other's bodies. He didn't let me rest. He decided to stop when he thought I couldn't take it anymore. I was lethargic to death. Every muscle in my body hurts. I was taking deep breaths. He looked at me with adoration and smiled at his accomplishment. He was satisfied. He was satisfied with everything he felt. 

Finally, she was his, and he would not let her go ever again. Will bind her. If it takes manipulation, it will do that.

I extended my legs tiredly, and I felt pain. He decided to wipe me. He took the towel, soaked it with water, and wiped my sweat, down there before cuddling me to sleep.

He smiled as I kept my body clingy to his and gained comfort. He loved the way that I was relying on him. He wishes to get accepted in the morning as well. He wishes they started dating tomorrow. I was the first to doze into sleep while he caught slumbering a little late.

Light beams flashed across my face in the morning, beaming and presumably stinging my eyes. I felt a warm body near me and moved slightly beneath the duvet. I was surprised and felt my heart skip a beat. My headache was excruciating. Rehab! I understood that drinking too much was not a good idea. I seem to have made a mess.

My hands trembled from checking the face of the person beside me. I wish it was just a stranger so I could escape and didn't see his face ever again. Much to my surprise. It was Ethan. The so-called playboy, I say, MY best friend too.

My eyes widened in shock, and I covered my mouth. I started pulling my curls in frustration. My heart raced tremendously.

" Holy...fuck! "What the hell did I do?" I whispered, ogling at the person who was so deep into the slumber. I checked my surroundings. It was my bedroom. I tried to process it last night. I was dancing with Daya. We tried drinking. Ethan might have dropped me, and maybe then we must have had sex. So, God! This is a sin.

I have always cursed the woman who has slept with this man, and now I have done the same. No wait! I was not in my senses. So, he took advantage of my drunkenness. He is a bastard.

I tried moving, but every part of my body hurt. I have never felt this much pain after sex. This was so much to take. My eyes watered. It was not like I was a virgin or something, but I never had a one-night stand with anyone.

I have set my boundaries, and this prick has broken this boundary, too, in drunkenness. I will not forgive him. It was all meant to be a joke for him, right? Commenting sexually to me. It was meant to be a joke I used to take lightly, but how did it happen? How did I make this happen?

After processing the situation for some longer minutes, I decided to confront him. I kicked him off angrily, which caused him to fall to the floor.

"You jerk, what the hell did you do?" I questioned him angrily, folding her hands and inadvertently prompting my naked breast.

His eyes were more focused on my body than my face. "We had sex," he said casually like it was not a big deal for him. He shrugged his shoulders off. "Your boobies taste good, kitten," he said menacingly.

A crimson blush spread on my cheeks, and my mouth widened before I decided to hide MY breasts with the duvet. "You prick. I was drunk," I said, raging.

"No, babe, it was consensual. We are adults. Do not accuse me of something wrong," he said, protesting himself. He straightened up from the floor and sat up on the edge of the bed.

I looked at his visible manhood. I thought this man was so shameless. He does not even hide.

"I was not in my senses. It's a mistake," I said, trying to escape the situation by naming it a fault. A mistake that We should forget about.

"No, don't tell me that, you wanted me, I wanted you. Don't deny that it was the best sex you ever had. Don't deny that your body wants. Don't deny you are still wet. Don't deny that I don't turn you on. You were screaming when I was taking you in every fucking position. You love it. All pleasure and pain. And you want it now even," he said, holding my wrist tightly and not letting me leave. He can't let me just escape from him and decide to forget it, as I think it was just a mistake.

"I will tell Noah that you slept with me and broke the bro code. I will scream at your funeral," I said to provoke him.

He chuckled. "No, you won't, honey. Your brother will kill both of you. He won't talk to you as well," he said, making a valid point, and I had to bite my lips. I have never thought about this before.

"But I was drunk yesterday," I tried to protest.

"I was too, and we did it out of intoxication," Ethan said, looking at me desperately. He doesn't understand. Why was I hiding my body? He has seen all of them.

"No, you were not, you had only one, and I had ten. There is a difference," I uttered, placing my counterstatement.

"OH, come on. Don't tell me you forgot. You said you were mine... You are mine, Amber Grant. Mine since the moment I tasted your tight little cunt...till the last day of your breath...you will be considered mine," he said, inching forward toward me and mounting me on the bed. His eyes dilated as our breaths were fanning at each other due to proximity. There was lots of sexual tension going on.

"You want me, right?" he asked me gently this time, not scaring me away like he did earlier. He sounded like the Ethan I knew.

"Yes, yes, yes, I want you," I said softly, making him smile. He inched forward to grab my sweet lips into his mouth. we hummed as our delicate lips touched each other.

It felt so good. It was sinful but good. He touched my folds, and I was dripping wet. I was too stubborn to admit that I wanted HIM.

I sensed his fingers. I realized it wasn't good. It was wrong. It was a sin. I pushed him away harshly.

"This is wrong. We can't do this," I said, shaking my head in complete denial.

"But why? You want it. I want it. Then why is it wrong?" he said, confusingly pulling his head in frustration.

"Out now, Ethan. Get out," I said, taking hold of my desire.

"Why are you denying your body the pleasure it desires?" Ethan protested.

"I will get someone else, but not you," I said angrily. His face tensed like my words wounded him badly.

"No one will satisfy you like I do. You are mine now, Amber," he said, remaining true to his words from last night.

"Leave before I call Noah," I tried to blackmail him.

He shook his head in surrender. Okay," Fine, I am leaving," he said before wearing his clothes and leaving. It took some time to wear clothes and leave.

I shook my head in frustration. I can't deny that last night was amazing, but not with him. It was wrong. 

He was so gentle, yet rough with ME. A combination I wanted forever. After he left, I took a warm bath to calm my senses and desires.

Maybe I need another man to keep my mind off him.

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To be continued

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