Oh God, I’m losing my mind!
She really, truly was, her thoughts reduced into a complete, incoherent mess, and yet…it…was…still…not…over!
It was just too much, and Spencer unconsciously raked his back with her nails just as she cried out, “Etienne, please—”
And it was almost as if that was exactly what he had been waiting for, that moment when she was all but dying for him to hurt and pleasure her, because the next thing she knew, he had already plunged his full length inside of her, and her eyes had already rolled out as the walls of her cunt felt fit to burst at the sheer thickness of him.
Oh God.
But Etienne didn’t even give her a second to process things. He was already thrusting hard, one hand gripping his bed’s headboard while his other hand went under her body to squeeze her ass. He pounded into her again and again, so, so hard and deep that he had actually managed to find one last unshredded scrap of hymen to tear past—
“Fuck.” Etienne’s voice was harsh. “You’re bleeding again.”
Something about his words nagged at her, but she just couldn’t get her mind to work, with the way his cock was still thrusting forcefully inside of her. She was starting to see stars again, her breathing turning choppy and her heart racing so loud and fast she could barely hear her own gasps over it. And when her body started to tighten and shake with telltale signs, she could only lift her hips up to meet his thrust one last time—
His gaze locked with hers.
“Together.”
And so it was, both of them cumming in unison, Etienne clasping her shuddering body to his as he unloaded his seed inside of her. She closed his eyes as she literally felt him filling her up, the thick, sticky texture of his cum mixing with her own juices, and as her eyes felt shut, she felt him withdraw from her—
A gasp escaped her when she felt him moving down, and although she instinctively tried to close her legs, he was too strong for her, and soon, all she could do was moan and whimper as she felt him lapping her up to the very last drop.
Chapter Twelve
She was late! She was certain of this even before opening her eyes, and the stressful realization had her wide awake and out of her bed in seconds. That jerk was going to chew her head off for this no matter her reason, and — wait a minute. Why didn’t she have any clothes on? And why did the floor she was standing on not look like her bedroom floor?
“Anything wrong?”
The amused drawl made Spencer jump back, and by the time her gaze flew back to the bed, Etienne had already gotten to his feet, and she could feel blood rushing to her head and her jaw dropping open as she stared at the tall, powerful, and gloriously naked man walking towards her.
A moment later, and she could only shriek in surprise when he swung her off her feet the moment he reached her.
“Etienne!” She tried to sound angry but her voice only came out mortifyingly breathless, with her brain still struggling to process the reality of waking up next to her boss.
“Admit it, mi vavli.” A smirk unfolded over his beautiful lips. “You forgot about last night when you woke up.”
“Of course not.” This time, her voice came out a little stiff, with Spencer doing her best not to think about the fact that both of them were naked, and that his chest hair was tickling her nipples into pouting. She could already feel an embarrassing amount of moisture pooling between her legs, and it made her feel shamefully lewd. This wasn’t normal. It just couldn’t be normal – oh.
There was something—
Oh!
There it was again.
Something hard was poking, throbbing, and twitching against her ass—
Her eyes flew up to him in shock when she realized what it was, and she found Etienne smiling lazily at her as if he had already been anticipating her reaction.
“If you are still worried about how easily I turn you on…” He rearranged his hold on her as he spoke, and the next thing she knew, he was already slowly lowering her on his jutting cock, and a strangled gasp escaped her as she felt his manhood pushing past folds that were already thick and wet with desire.
“Rest assured it’s the same for me, sweetheart.”
And just like that, Etienne’s engorged manhood filled up the last few inches of space inside of her, and she could only cry out at how completely embedded his cock was inside of her pussy. When she felt his fingers grip her hips, she started to protest, worried about her weight—
Etienne started bouncing her up and down on his cock, so hard and fast that she had to fling her arms around his neck to keep herself from flailing like a fish.