I slide my fingers back into his hair and grip the strands roughly. He groans. And I smile. “That’s my Good Boy.” His eyes snap open. I press my hips up into his thrust. “Do it, Ethan. Be a Good Boy and come for me.” “Fuck.” Ethan drops his face into the crook of my neck. His hips thrust once. Twice. And then he’s rocking against me. Groaning into my ear. Coming in his pants.
