Forced To Marry My Cousin's Fiancé

Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Panting and breathless, Lane tried to catch her breath after the intense orgasm Ethan had just given her. After a few moments, she felt him gently helping her move from her position over his face.

She leaned back against the headboard, taking a deep, shaky breath.

"E-Ethan..." she whispered his name as he positioned himself between her legs.

"The night is still young, Lane," Ethan rasped.

Staring into his eyes, Lane saw a raw hunger, as if he wanted to devour her all over again. Her heart kicked into high gear. Her gaze dropped to his hands as they moved to the waistband of his pajamas.

She was transfixed by the prominent bulge beneath the fabric. It was like a tent pitched there, straining to break free.

When Ethan finally shoved his pajamas and briefs down, her jaw dropped. His length sprang free, long, thick, and looking more than ready for battle. A single bead of precum glistened at the very tip.

Ethan wrapped his hand around his shaft and began to stroke himself, and she watched as it grew even larger and harder.

Lane couldn’t look away.

It was as if a magnetic force was pulling her eyes to him. Watching him play with himself reignited the fire in her gut. The heat built up fast, and she was suddenly hit with an overwhelming urge to wrap her own hand around him. She wanted to feel the weight of him in her palm, and the impulse became irresistible.

Unable to hold back, she moved away from the headboard and reached out for him. Lane noticed Ethan freeze the moment she touched him. She knelt between his legs and began to move her hand.

Ethan let out a low growl as she mimicked the way he had been stroking himself just moments ago.

"Fuck, Lane. Grip it tight and go faster," Ethan groaned, slightly lifting his hips.

Lane did exactly what he wanted. She tightened her grip and picked up the pace along his length.

"Ahh... Lane." Hearing him moan her name only encouraged her. His voice was like music to her ears. She circled the tip with her fingers, massaging it gently.

"Ahh... fuck! That’s it," Ethan choked out. She felt him grow even harder in her hand.

As she continued to play with him, a new urge took hold. A powerful force pulled at her, and she lowered herself from her kneeling position.

"What are you doing?" Ethan asked as he watched her move.

She looked up at him, meeting that intense desire in his eyes once more. "Let me taste you, Ethan," she whispered. This time, she didn’t wait for permission. She looked back down at the heavy length in her hand and slowly lowered her head.

She felt him stiffen as she pressed a kiss to the tip. He pulsed against her lips. Then, she opened her mouth and took him in. Ethan let out a deep, guttural growl the second he slid inside.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. Lane began to bob her head, eager to take as much of him as possible, though he was too big to take all at once. She managed about half of him, her mouth feeling completely full.

She moved her head up and down while her hand worked the base.

Soon, she felt Ethan’s hand in her hair, gently holding it back out of her way. Her heart pounded in her chest. It was her first time being this intimate with him, and she felt a flash of nerves, wondering if she was doing it right.

But every time Ethan groaned her name, she knew she was hitting the mark.

Ethan groaned again, unable to hide how much he was enjoying it, and she felt a thrill at the effect she had on him. He lifted his hips to meet her, his hands gently guiding her head.

"Oh, fuck!"

She pulled back for a second to focus on his balls, licking and sucking on them.

"Fucking shit, Lane!" Ethan’s hips bucked at the sensation. She stayed there for a few moments before taking him back into her mouth.

Ethan was completely undone, his voice betraying just how much her closeness was affecting him. Lane felt a shiver of excitement at the intensity of it all. Finally, she felt his body begin to tremble. She knew he was right on the edge.

She tightened her hold and doubled the pace.

"Fuck! I’m coming, Lane," he whispered harshly. "Let go now." He tried to gently move her head away, but she kept him in her mouth.

She kept going until Ethan growled like a wild beast, reaching his peak as his hot semen filled her mouth.

"Fuck! Spit it out, Lane!" Even while his body was still shaking from the release, he scrambled to grab the blanket to give her something to spit into. But he was too late. She had already swallowed.

"Damn!" Ethan cursed.

Before she could even process what happened, he grabbed her under her arms and hauled her up until they were eye-to-eye. Before she could even catch her breath, Ethan crashed his lips against hers in a deep, passionate kiss.

For a moment, Lane was frozen as Ethan captured her lips in a passionate kiss. But once the shock wore off, she kissed him back just as hard.

She felt one of his hands slide to the back of her neck while the other gripped her waist, pulling her in as the kiss turned even more intense. Lane couldn’t help but moan as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

His fingers tangled in her hair, deepening the connection as his movements became more aggressive. The hand on her back slid lower until it settled on her backside.

A soft moan escaped her as he massaged her curves. She was absolutely on fire, her desire peaking when she felt his hard manhood pressing against her. Soon, he used his legs to part hers, positioning himself right at her entrance.

"Ethan..." She breathed his name as he rubbed against her, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Lane, fuck!" They moaned each other’s names in unison as Ethan finally buried himself inside her. He gripped her hips tightly, thrusting as deep as he could go. He tightened his hold on her waist.

"Ride me, Lane," he commanded.

She instinctively braced her hands against his abs, adjusting her seat. As she moved, she felt him even more fully, her body stretched and completely filled by his length.

"Move for me, Lane," he said, lifting his hips to prompt her.

Biting her lip, Lane began to move on top of him. With every rise and fall, she felt him reaching deep inside her. She started slow, but it wasn’t long before Ethan wanted more.

"Faster, Lane," he ordered.

She picked up the pace, gasping his name as the sensations became overwhelming. Her walls tightened around him, drawing a low growl from his throat.

"Fucking tight," he groaned, guiding her hips up and down. He wasn’t just sitting back either. He lifted his hips to meet her every move.

She ground her body against him, and his length throbbed inside her, growing harder with every thrust. She rotated her hips, feeling him twitch deep within her.

The pressure began to build again. "Ethan..."

"Just let it go, Lane," he urged.

She pressed herself harder against him, circling her hips until he was swearing under his breath. Moments later, her body began to tremble and her toes curled as a tingling heat spread through her belly.

"Ahh... Ethan!" she cried out as she hit her peak.

While she was still shaking, Ethan sat up and pulled her into his lap, his hands wrapping firmly around her waist. She hooked her legs around his back and held onto him for dear life. He lifted his hips to claim her again, his embrace so tight she felt like they were sharing the same air.

Their bodies rubbed together in a feverish rhythm. She nearly dug her nails into his back from the intensity, but Ethan didn’t seem to care, continuing to drive into her.

"Ethan..."

"Wait for me, Lane," he told her, his voice strained.

She buried her face in his neck as he continued to thrust deep. She tightened her hold on him as she hit her third climax, and seconds later, Ethan followed, his release filling her completely.

They sat there for a moment, both of them trembling. She felt his hand gently stroking her hair.

Lane just shook her head, her face still tucked into his neck, breathing in his scent.

"Good. Because we’re not done yet," he told her.

Before she could even process that, he laid her back down on the bed and hovered over her. He knelt in front of her and slid a pillow under her hips to make her more comfortable.

He began to thrust into her again, though this time his movements were more controlled. He was being careful, clearly mindful of the baby, yet the sensation was still incredibly intense.

He leaned down, squeezing her breast as he moved. Lane arched her back, shivering as the pleasure coursed through her.

"Ethan... ahh..."

She moaned until her throat went dry. Ethan grabbed her leg, draping it over his shoulder to bury himself even deeper. The pleasure built up fast, making her shake uncontrollably.

He lifted his hips higher, driving home one last time.

Lane gasped as she reached her final climax. A moment later, he hit his own, and she felt the heat of him fill her up.

Breathless, she collapsed back onto the mattress. Ethan pulled the pillow out from under her and lay down by her side, pulling her close. She nuzzled her head against his muscular chest.

"Tired now?" he asked.

She simply nodded, too exhausted to speak. He tightened his arms around her. "Rest, Lane," he whispered, stroking her hair.

Her eyelids felt heavy, and just before she drifted off, she felt him press a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

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