Forced To Marry My Cousin's Fiancé

Chapter 131: Chapter 131

"WHAT are you doing?" Ethan asked as Lane’s hand remained cupped around his groin.

Because she was embracing him, she could feel his hardness. She could also clearly hear his heavy breathing, as if he were struggling.

She knew he was affected by what she did.

In truth, she did it because she wanted to get his attention. He had been ignoring her, and she never imagined she would be affected too.

When her palm felt his manhood, still covered by his pants, gradually hardening from her touch, she felt a warmth spreading through her body. It was like a fire wanting to consume her.

She didn’t know if it was pregnancy hormones or not. At that moment, she wanted to feel it even more. She wanted to cup his manhood with her palm and feel its warmth.

When Lane couldn’t stop herself anymore, she squeezed him through his pants.

"Oh, fuck!" She heard Ethan softly curse in response. Lane didn’t stop there. Moments later, she searched for his zipper and pulled it down.

She slipped her hand inside and freed him.

Lane bit her lower lip when her palm felt the heat and hardness of his erection. This was what she had been seeking earlier. This was what she wanted to do.

"Fuck!" Ethan cursed when she squeezed him again.

Lane sensed Ethan turning to face her.

"What are you doing, Lane?" he asked in a husky voice as their eyes met. His eyebrows were furrowed, but she noticed the desire etched across his face.

"I thought you were going to say sorry. Why are you holding my c**k?" he added.

"Yes. And this is my way of saying sorry," she replied. She noticed his lips parting in response.

She didn’t take her eyes off him as she tightened her grip on his throbbing length.

She saw how his eyes darkened.

"I’m sorry," she said, apologizing again as her hand moved over him.

"It wasn’t my intention to keep my pregnancy from you. God knows how badly I want to tell you that I’m pregnant," she continued as she kept explaining.

"But I couldn’t do it because of the issues that arose." She told him what she had found out about Lucas and the true identity of Tyler.

"And I thought I would tell you at our wedding, since it was the gift I wanted to give you," she added.

She noticed his eyes close as her hand continuously played his hardness.

When he opened them again, she saw an intense desire burning within his gaze.

"Explain it to me later, Lane," he said after a moment. He took her hand away, pulled her closer to his body, and wasted no time capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

Lane was momentarily stunned, but when she recovered, she immediately parted her lips to let him in, returning his kiss eagerly.

She mirrored the movement of his lips against hers. She felt Ethan’s tongue enter her mouth and explore every inch.

She closed her eyes against his shoulder as his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer still.

Lane couldn’t help but moan when she felt his hard length pressing against her abdomen, sending a thrilling sensation through her body.

At that moment, her body burned with heat, and she felt an undeniable response deep within.

Their kisses grew even more fervent and searching.

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted off the floor as Ethan picked her up.

Their lips never parted as he stepped forward and gently laid her down on the bed.

They continued kissing right where they left off.

Ethan claimed her lips once more. Despite the passion, she could still feel the care and love behind it.

After a while, he pulled back slightly. Ethan placed sweet, lingering kisses along her face before moving down to her neck.

She naturally tilted her head back to give him free access.

As Lane closed her eyes, a moan escaped her lips when she felt Ethan’s tongue and suction on her skin, as if he wanted to leave a mark. Lane didn’t care if he did.

What mattered was the unique sensation coursing through her body, like butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

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For several minutes, Ethan indulged in kissing her neck until she felt his path shifting downward.

As his kisses traveled lower, she felt him lifting the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it off completely. Ethan wasted no time unclasping her bra and tossing it aside.

"Your breasts seem bigger now," Ethan remarked in a husky voice as he looked at her chest.

"Maybe because I am pregnant?" Lane replied with a teasing lilt.

"Or maybe it’s because of the way I touch you," he murmured.

"But big or not, these breasts..." he said, cupping one and gently squeezing it.

"Are mine. They belong to me as well."

"Ahh...!" Lane couldn’t help but moan as Ethan buried his face in the valley of her chest, tracing her skin with his tongue and lingering on her tips.

Her body arched when she felt a gentle nip before he took her into his mouth.

"Ethan..." Lane moaned his name as he sucked.

He focused on one while his other

hand busily kneaded the opposite breast, giving equal attention to both.

After a while, his kisses traveled down to her abdomen, peppering her stomach with sweet touches.

His trail continued lower until his face was level with her core, still hidden by her pants.

Ethan didn’t leave her clothed for long. In the next moment, she was completely bare before him as he removed her remaining garments.

She watched him reach for a pillow and slide it underneath her hips.

Ethan spread her legs apart, and she gasped aloud when he buried his face between her thighs.

"Ethan..." she murmured, her voice laced with need as his lips met her sensitive skin, slow at first before quickening into a steady, sensual rhythm.

When Ethan gently bit her clit, a loud moan escaped her. She couldn’t help but arch her back from the sudden jolt of pleasure.

He kept at it, sending intense waves of heat through her system. Soon, she felt his tongue sliding in and out of her.

Her breathing hitched as his middle finger joined in, moving in a steady cadence.

"Ahh...!"

"Ethan..."

All Lane could do was moan over and over until her throat went dry.

Moments later, a heavy heat began building deep inside her. She knew she was close to the edge as a familiar tension pooled in her stomach. His fingers moved faster, matching the rhythm of his lips.

In just a few seconds, her toes curled and her entire body shook. A breathless cry escaped her as she crashed into the peak of pleasure.

She lay panting as Ethan continued to lavish attention on her.

Soon after, he lifted his face from between her thighs.

Ethan stood up to strip off his clothes. As he undressed, her gaze immediately locked onto his erection, which looked even larger and harder than before.

A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Once he was completely bare, he stroked himself slowly, growing even more aroused under her gaze.

He played with himself for a few seconds before climbing onto the bed. Instead of moving over her, he lay down beside her.

She turned to look at him, their eyes meeting. "I want you on top, love," Ethan said.

Without waiting for a response, he took her hand and pulled her to straddle his hips.

"Sit on my c**k, love," he instructed.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She lifted her hips, placed her hands on his firm abdomen, and guided him to where she needed him most.

She heard Ethan groan softly as she made contact, slowly lowering herself down until he was completely buried inside her.

"Fuck!"

"Ohh...!"

They moaned together.

"I want you to move, Lane," Ethan instructed. She didn’t hesitate, setting a steady pace with her hands planted flat against his broad chest while he gripped her waist.

After some time, she picked up the speed.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Ethan cursed repeatedly. Instead of just moving up and down, she began to grind against him, drawing another rough groan from his throat.

He clearly enjoyed the friction, murmuring praises as she rolled her hips over him again and again.

"Fuck, Lane!" Ethan rasped. She could tell he was holding back, but the restraint broke as he started thrusting upward to meet her rhythm.

At that moment, she cried out as his length twitched deep inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core.

"Ethan..." she gasped, feeling a secondary wave building in her lower stomach.

Ethan sat up, wrapping his arms securely around her waist as she buried her face in his neck, allowing him to take the lead.

Her grip on him tightened. With one final, deep thrust, her body convulsed.

She bit down gently on his neck as she climaxed, followed an instant later by Ethan’s own hoarse shout as he spilled inside her.

She kept her face pressed into his neck, suddenly drained of all energy. Noticing how exhausted she was, Ethan gently guided her down onto the mattress and pulled the blanket over them.

She watched sleepily as he got out of bed, gathered their discarded clothes, and tossed them into the hamper. He slipped into the walk-in closet for a moment and came back out fully dressed, carrying fresh clothes and a warm washcloth.

He gently cleaned and dressed her.

"Ethan..."

"Rest. Let’s talk tomorrow, hmm?" he whispered.

She just nodded, closing her eyes as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

Ethan stayed by her side until she drifted off, her last waking thought accompanied by a soft murmur against her ear.

"I love you deeply, Lane."

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