Filthy Secret

I bite back a moan at his dirty words, but he doesn’t miss the way my thighs rub together. “Ethan, we can’t.” I shake my head, not because I am telling him no. But because I can’t believe I am telling him no. This man, who I have secretly crushed on from the moment I met him, wants me, and I am rejecting him. Because now he has made it real, I am afraid of the consequences.

He steps into me again. “There is no such word as no when it comes to you and me. We are happening. This is happening. You have no say in the matter. I decided I want you, Aspen, and what I want…I get.”

The arrogant bastard. How dare he think he can just tell me what’s going to happen and expect me to go along with it. Before I can stop him, he grabs and spins me, bending me over his desk. My skirt flips up, and his fingers are there in my panties. He runs a thick finger along my slit as his tongue runs a line up my neck.

“Ethan,” I pant.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want this. Look how wet you are for me. You are dripping all over my fingers.” He groans before pushing a thick

finger inside me. “Hmm. Tight, just as I suspected.”

I should tell him to stop. Kick him in the balls. Push him away. I don’t do any of that though. Because for the first time in my life, my body comes alive with a need I have never known. He pumps his finger into me, building me higher and higher. I feel an orgasm build in every single part of my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. And then he withdraws his finger. I whimper. My body suddenly feeling empty, only to shudder when he drops to his knees behind me and runs his skillful tongue from my slit to my clit.

“Ethannn,” I stutter moan. He spanks me. The fucker spanks me. My eyes fly open, and I am suddenly conscious of what we are doing. Yes, Ethan has tinted glass windows, and people can only see if they came to his door, but I am aware now of what we are doing and being caught.

“Ethan, stop. Anyone could catch us.” I hiss.

He doesn’t make any move to stop; he plunges his tongue into me, lapping at my arousal like it’s the air he needs to breathe. I squirm, trying to get out of his hold. He grips my waist tighter, in a vice grip, so I can’t move.

“Stay still, little lamb. Let me taste what’s mine,” he growls confidently like me being his is a done deal, and I have no say – before thrusting his tongue back into me. The sensation is so out of this world I feel an orgasm barreling through me, and I cry out his name when it hits. I slump forward, falling on his desk. At that moment, I am glad it’s there as I have no doubt I would have face-planted the floor. My legs are like jello, my body spent, but I have no time to recover. No. Ethan wraps his arms around me and scoops me into his arms. He takes a few steps then drops me down on the plush couch in the corner of his big office.

I stare up at him. He licks his full lips as he watches me. I must look a mess with my skirt wrapped around my middle and a just fucked look on my face. His hands move down, and I follow the movement to where he reaches his belt. He undoes it slowly, seductively, then pulls down his zipper and pants in one swift move. I swallow. He is big. Really fucking big, and now I’m scared. There is no way that is going to fit in me. No way I am letting it near me.

I scoot up the couch, and he must sense my panic because he smirks. He removes his tie, his shirt and finally peels his briefs down his muscular thighs. His dick jumps free, and… holy shit. No. No way. He is too big. It’s then that I jump into action, but I don’t get far because he drops down on me and pins me to the couch.

“What’s wrong little lamb? Never seen a cock this big?’ he taunts in my ear.

I push at his chest, trying anything to get him to move. “Ethan, we can’t.

You just got divorced from my aunt; this is wrong.”

He chuckles, the sound hitting me straight in my pussy, but I ignore it. “It’s too late to grow a conscience now, Aspen. I’ve already had my tongue and fingers in you, and now I’m going to have my cock in you. I already told you that you are mine, and now I will claim your perfect, tight little cunt. Bury myself and my seed so far in you that you will never get me out.” He pulls back to look at me, his eyes soften briefly, no doubt at the look of panic in mine. He cups my cheeks and kisses me so softly, so intimately it makes me want to cry. I feel rather than see him line his dick up to my entrance, and then he thrusts into me. I cry out at the intrusion, but he covers it, swallowing every little bit of my discomfort. He breaks the kiss and stares down at me.

“Fuck. You are so fucking tight, little lamb; I’m surprised I haven’t split you in two.” I don’t miss the smugness in his voice.

“It hurts,” I whimper as he starts thrusting. Every move stretches me wider, making me fit to his length.

“You will get used to it. We will be doing this a lot.” He says nonchalantly, confidently, like he isn’t fucking his ex-wife’s nineteen-yearold niece.

I freeze. Stare at him and the smirk on his gorgeous face. “What? No Ethan. This can’t happen again.” I shake my head on a moan as he hits me in a spot that makes me see stars. The pain has subsided, and the pleasure has officially taken over. I have never felt anything like this.

He pins my hands down beside me as he drops down. His mouth hits my ear; he nibbles before speaking. “It can and it will. This is not up for discussion. I have already told you several times that you are mine, little lamb. I don’t like repeating myself. The sooner you get used to the idea, the better it will be for all of us.” He pivots his hips as his thumb reaches down and plays with my clit. He knows exactly what he is doing, and before I know what’s happening, a second orgasm blows through me. He feels it and smashes his lips to mine as I moan his name. My pussy tightens around him, drawing out his own release. He stills as his cock jerks inside me, and his hot come fills me.

Fuck.

He didn’t use a condom.

I push at him again as panic courses through me. Yes, I am on the pill, but it’s not one hundred percent effective.

“You didn’t use protection.” My lips wobble as the enormity of what I have just done dawns on me. I fucked my aunt’s ex-husband. The man I have been obsessed with for the last six years. I could accept my obsession when it was all in my head, and as much as I wanted something like this to happen, I never expected it would.

He pulls back and looks at me with a frown before grinning. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls out of me. I feel a surge of wetness between my thighs as his come leaks out of me. I’ve never had sex without a condom before, never had to deal with this. Ethan glances down at it, a proud look on his face. He reaches down, gathering it up between his fingers, and pushes it back inside of me. My eyes dart to his to find his gaze already on me, his lips tipping up into a smirk.

“What are you doing?” I snap. He is obviously not taking this seriously, and it’s pissing me off.

“I want every bit of my seed inside you, little lamb. This,” he holds up his finger where he has scooped up his cum. “Belongs to you. Inside you. We don’t want to waste it now, do we?”

I moan as he pushes it back inside me, then snap out of it, remembering I am still angry. “You didn’t use a condom,” I state. Whether to Ethan or myself, I am not sure.

His gaze meets mine, and he shrugs. “Don’t need to. I’m clean. You’re clean. You’re on the pill.

My eyes widen at his words. “How the hell do you know that?” I snap.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He smirks. “I have my ways.”