Forced To Marry My Cousin's Fiancé

Chapter 103: Chapter 103

His grip on her waist tightened as he devoured her mouth. He lifted her slightly to bring his face back to her chest.

"Ethan..." she moaned his name as he buried his face in her. He swirled his tongue around her nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.

"Ahh..." A moan broke through her lips.

Ethan gripped her waist even tighter, his mouth moving hungrily over her skin. He lifted her until she was kneeling between his thighs, his face level with her stomach. He planted soft, sweet kisses all over her belly before sliding down further.

Lane looked down, her face flushing as he stared intently at her.

"Ethan..." she murmured, trying to press her legs together out of sheer shyness. But Ethan pulled them apart.

"Don’t stare, Ethan," she whispered.

"Fine. I’ll just taste," he replied.

Without waiting, he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face between her legs.

Lane arched her back as his lips moved against her. He was urgent, pressing firmly against her.

She gripped the headrest of the sofa as he nipped at her clit, sending electric shocks through her entire body. When he started to suck, she couldn’t stay quiet anymore. His tongue was aggressive, and every stroke was pure heaven.

The tension built fast. She felt a thrill coil in her gut, and Ethan must have felt it too because he got even more fervent. He lavished her until her body began to tremble. She cried out his name as she finally hit her climax.

Ethan licked her clean as she panted, feeling like she’d just run a marathon.

Then she heard the sound of a belt unbuckling. She watched as he undid his pants and pulled down his zipper. Her breath hitched when he released himself. He was huge, and she could see the pre-cum beads at the tip.

"Ride me, Lane," Ethan rasped.

He held her waist, guiding her to sit. She felt the tip of him at her entrance and closed her eyes as he rubbed against her. She stifled a moan as he lined himself up again.

"Sit on me, Lane," he urged.

Biting her lip, she slowly lowered herself onto him.

"Fuck!"

"Ohh...!"

They moaned together as she took him all the way. He felt like he was filling her completely. Ethan shifted, making himself twitch inside her, and she let out a soft whimper.

"Move, Lane," he commanded. He guided her hips in a steady rhythm. She started slow, but when he growled, "Faster," she didn’t hesitate.

She moved up and down, savoring the friction. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her so tight that not even air could get between them.

He matched her pace, his hips thrusting upward to meet her. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the quiet room.

"Fuck, Lane," he growled like a beast as she ground herself against him.

"Do it again," he urged, and she complied, swirling her hips.

"Fuck!"

That familiar rising heat took over again. "Ethan..."

"Wait for me," he gasped. She buried her face in his neck, biting him as she hit her second peak. A moment later, she felt him release deep inside her.

She was trembling with exhaustion, but Ethan wasn’t finished. He stood up, still holding her, and turned her toward the sofa. He positioned her against the headboard and took her from behind.

His grip on her hips was like iron as he thrust into her. He buried himself deep.

"Still so tight," he growled, going faster and harder.

She bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood. The tension snapped again, and with one final, rough thrust, she screamed his name as she peaked one last time.

"Oh, fuck!" Ethan roared as he reached his own climax, driving deep and filling her entirely as he hit his limit.

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"You’re not going home, Uncle Daddy?"

Lane glanced at Calvin when she heard him drop that question. The two of them were already huddled close together again.

"It depends," Ethan replied.

She noticed her son pouting. "You didn’t answer my question, Uncle Daddy," Calvin pressed.

Ethan let out a laugh, clearly amused by the kid’s expression.

"It depends on whether you want me to head out or if you want me to stay and crash here," Ethan said. "What do you want?"

She watched Calvin’s lips twitch as if he were weighing his options.

"Do you want me to go home?" Ethan asked again when the boy stayed quiet.

Instead of answering, Calvin scrambled over to her. She was a little startled when he suddenly threw his arms around her.

"Mommy."

She looked up at Ethan as her son clung to her and saw his lips part. He gave her a questioning look as their eyes met. She shifted her gaze back down to her child and wrapped her arms around him.

"What is it, Calvin?" she asked gently.

He looked up at her, still hugging her tight, and she noticed his cheeks were bright red. Was he actually being shy? What was there to be shy about?

"Mommy, I’m embarrassed," he whispered, confirming her hunch.

She leaned in closer. "Why are you embarrassed?"

"I’m shy to answer Uncle Daddy, Mommy," he admitted.

"I don’t want him to leave."

She went still for a second at his words. She stole another glance at Ethan, who was still watching them with a hint of concern.

"What’s wrong?" Ethan mouthed.

"Shy," she mouthed back.

Ethan didn’t say anything. Instead, he got up from the sofa and stepped toward them. He moved behind the boy and knelt down to get on his level. He gently put a hand on Calvin’s back, guiding him to face forward.

"Calvin?"

"Yes?"

"Are you shy around me?" Ethan asked softly.

It took a beat before the kid answered. "I’m just shy to tell you."

"Hmm?"

"Because I don’t want you to leave. But maybe you have stuff to do at your house, so it’s okay if you go," he said. His voice sounded heavy with sadness, like he was trying to be a big boy about it.

The kid had grown way too attached to him, not even realizing the man in front of him was his real father.

"I want to stay," Ethan told him. "I really want to stay here and be with you."

Lane stared at Ethan as he spoke.

"It’s okay with me if you stay at our place, Uncle Daddy. You can sleep here again."

Ethan flashed a smile at Calvin.

"But that still depends on whether your Mommy lets me stay," he added after a moment.

Ethan looked over at her, and Calvin followed suit.

"W-why is it on me?" she asked.

She saw the amusement dancing in his eyes. He was clearly getting a kick out of her reaction.

"It looks like your Mommy doesn’t want me to sleep here, Calvin."

Her eyes went wide. She wanted to glare at him, but she couldn’t with Calvin watching her every move.

"Don’t you want Uncle Daddy to stay, Mommy?" the boy asked, his voice trailing off sadly.

"I—I never said I didn’t want him to," she stammered.

"So, it’s cool if I stay?" Ethan asked. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her.

"Suit yourself," she muttered, looking away to avoid his eyes.

She didn’t want to see him smirking. Ethan had definitely learned how to tease, which was a massive shift from his old, serious self. He used to never smile, always intense and sharp.

This new side of him was a shock, but honestly, she liked the change. It made her feel like she was the reason for it.

Lane stood up. "Alright, come here. Let me get you in the bath so I can tuck you in, Calvin."

From the corner of her eye, she saw Ethan stand up too.

"I’ll just head down for a second, Lane, Calvin. I’m gonna grab my stuff from the car," he said.

She couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow. It was pretty obvious he’d planned this all along since he already had a bag packed.

It seemed like every time he came over lately, he brought clothes just in case he could stay the night.

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