Chapter Nine

Ethan

I can barely keep my hands off Candy once we get into the car. The only thing stopping me from taking her right there in the back seat is the fact that she deserves privacy after having to share a space with others for so long. She deserves to have our second time together be as romantic as our first.

When the driver pulls into the garage, I waste no time getting out and dragging Candy with me. As soon as we’re inside the mansion, I pick her up off the floor, loving the way she laughs. Actually, it’s dawning on me that maybe I just love everything that she does.

“Candy,” I say as I drop her onto the bed, looming over her with unconcealed desire on my face. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Her breath hitches and a huge smile spreads over her face. Then, her mouth cracks open and she says the words I’ve been desperately wanting to hear since I first laid eyes on her.

“I love you too, Ethan,” she whispers. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything in my life.”

“Good,” I tell her before I’m attaching our mouths in a kiss much hotter than anything we exchanged at the event.

Candy’s hands are burning and insistent on every inch of my clothed body. All at once, I realize there’s too much fabric separating the two of us. As much as it pains me to do it, I break off our kiss and pull away, stripping away my suit jacket and removing my button-up shirt with so much force that I end up breaking a few of the buttons.

Her breath catches at the sound of threads ripping. Apparently, my show of strength and need is only heightening hers. With my shirt off, I pull her to her feet and make quick work of the dress she’s wearing, leaving her in nothing but her panties.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, running my hands over the bare expanses of her skin.

She huffs, pressing further into my touch, soaking it up. I take a moment to tweak her nipples playfully, and she whimpers, pleased with the contact. I’ve barely done anything, and she’s already putty in my hands.

My cock twitches against the front of my pants. It has been since we were together on the dance floor. My need for her is overwhelming. This is my chance to really make her mine, completely and irrevocably, with our love declared there is nothing standing between us now.

“Panties off,” I say as my touch drifts further down, my thumbs hooking in the waistband of her underwear.

Candy lets me yank them down, and as I throw them to the side, I note the obvious wet spot on them. I growl, going for my belt. As soon as my cock is free, my hands are back on her, guiding her onto the bed and resting her head against the pillows.

I’m about to speak, but Candy beats me to it, opening that perfect, kiss-puffy mouth to say, “I want all of you, Ethan.”

Who am I to deny any request that comes from that sinfully divine mouth?

I might be okay with words, but actions are more important in this situation. The kiss I give her is searing, downright filthy. She whines, caught off guard at my insistence. Then, after a moment to regain her bearings, she responds with equal fervor.

In the short time that we’ve known one another, Candy’s kissing has improved exponentially. She matches me easily, our lips molding together like we were made for each other. Deep in my heart, I know that we were. As much as she’s mine, I’m hers.

I let my hands drift, exploring her sides and pressing against the places that seem to be sensitive. Eventually, I land on her outer thigh. When I squeeze the flesh there, she whines into my mouth and her hips twitch up, pressing my hard cock against her skin.

“Please,” she begs against my lips.

I’m going to give her everything I have.

While I’m kissing her, I lift my hips up slightly and run a hand up the inside of her thighs. Candy’s legs part for me, and I smirk into the kiss. She’s so eager for my touch.

My fingers rub through her wet folds, and she keens into my mouth. I swallow down the sound, kissing her even harder. My tongue explores the hot, wet heat of her mouth. The way she squirms under my touch makes my cock throb painfully. I need to be inside of her so badly that I can barely think straight.

“Are you ready for me?” I ask, sliding two fingers inside of her pussy.

She makes a sound of affirmation, grinding against the intrusion. She’s wet enough that I know she’s going to put up no resistance to my length. Our time together yesterday prepared her well for my cock, and I want to teach her how to use it to her advantage.

I give her a few more enthusiastic pumps of my fingers before I pull out. She whimpers at the loss, and I make a soothing noise to let her know that she’ll get what she wants soon enough. Then, I reach down and grab the base of my cock, swiping the tip through her folds.

Candy digs her fingers into my back, urging me to stop teasing her and to push forward. I smirk, leaning down to connect my lips to her neck. That only makes her incoherent begging worse. It’s so cute, and I want to draw it out, but I decide to have mercy on her.

I press inside of her, finally making her mine, slowly so I can enjoy each and every inch of her center. She writhes under me, her grip on my back getting harder. It takes all of my strength to keep myself from slamming into her.

Eventually, I can’t hold myself still any longer. The roll of my hips starts gently at first, pulling almost completely out of her tight, wet heat before pushing right back in. I make sure she can feel every single inch of me.

“Tell me how you feel,” I whisper into her ear, my voice low and hot. “Do you like it?”

“Feels good,” she moans, her breath stuttering out as she tries to gather her thoughts. “You’re so big, daddy.” I nearly choke at her calling me that, but it only makes me grow harder, more desperate for her.

“I know I am, sweet girl,” I tell her, speeding up ever so slightly. “But you’re taking me so well. Daddy will take care of you.”

The praise seems to drive her crazy. I feel her pussy tighten around me, spasming with desire. All of my restraint disappears. There’s no way that I can hold back any longer.

As soon as I pick up the pace, the sounds coming out of her mouth grow in both volume and pitch. I imagine that the maids that live in the quarters downstairs can hear her. I don’t care. Actually, it makes this even sweeter. The fact that anyone who might be in this mansion can hear how good I’m making her feel makes my cock impossibly harder.

“You feel so good around me,” I tell her, loving the way that she reacts to my voice. “It’s like you were made for me, Candy.”

“Ethan,” she moans, her brain apparently empty of everything except me. “Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.”

“God, I love the way you say my name,” I groan, pounding into her even harder.

I can’t hold myself back, completely dropping all of my restraint. She’s enjoying herself, so I don’t feel bad about chasing my own pleasure. Already, I can tell that she’s going to fall over the edge before I do. If I were to reach between us and play with her clit, I could get her off in the next few minutes.

Maybe once she’s more used to the kind of ecstasy that I can give her, we’ll play with her limits. For now, I want to make sure every time we’re together an experience she never forgets, one she looks on fondly when everything is over. It’s what a perfect woman like her deserves.

The sound of skin against skin fills the room. It mingles with her breathy moans and my low grunts of pleasure. I can’t think of a better soundscape than the one we create together.

I shift my arms, changing the way that I’m holding myself above her. The shift in my position is enough to drive my cock directly into her g-spot. She cries out my name, tightening her hold on me. If she were any stronger, she might have pulled me down against her chest.

“Oh, is that it?” I ask, knowing damn well that it is, that with each thrust of my hips I’m sending lightning sharp zings of desire through her.

“Yes, yes, yes, daddy,” Candy cries, her hips canting up to meet each one of my unrelenting thrusts.

“You think you’re gonna come, baby girl?” I ask, my mouth hot against her ear.

She doesn’t answer, and I’m fairly certain she isn’t hearing anything I’m saying anymore. So, I nibble at her earlobe before shifting my attention down the column of her neck. My mouth moves up and down the exposed skin. I’m not even leaving kisses, it’s more like a brush of my lips. Occasionally, I stop long enough to bite and suck just hard enough to leave a mark. I want anyone who sees her to know that she’s been claimed, that she’s mine.

That gets her talking, and once she starts, she doesn’t stop. She cries, “Yes,” over and over again. Then, my name falls from her lips. It’s broken by a loud, wanton moan as her orgasm begins to take her over.

I keep up the steady, unrelenting pounding of my hips. I work her through it as her back arches up off the bed and she wraps her legs around me as if to keep me in place. Her pussy squeezes around me, and I feel each wave of her climax as it slams into her.

My own pleasure takes me over as the last echoes of Candy’s orgasm start to wane. I groan, biting down even harder on the junction of her neck and shoulder. Then, I fill her up with my hot seed.

When Candy feels my climax, she gasps. Her thighs clamp even harder against my waist as she takes everything I have to give her. I keep fucking her, letting her sweet pussy milk me for all that I’m worth.

“Fuck,” I groan as the last drops of my load empty into her glorious warmth.

“Yeah,” she says breathlessly.

I kiss her sweetly, cupping her face as I pull out. She hisses into my mouth as she kisses back. I miss her warmth, and I’m already looking forward to a round two.

“How are you feeling?” I murmur as I lie on my back and pull her onto my chest.

“Amazing, even better than yesterday,” she sighs, nuzzling into my neck.

“You think you could go again?” I ask, getting a flurry of giggles from Candy.

I don’t think I’m going to get an answer, but then quietly, she says, “Yeah. I think I’d like that.”