That's My Ethan Exclusive Excerpt
Damir: Coffee and a Blow Job
I am pretty sure the groan I let out when Ethan’s mouth closed around my morning wood was equally loud as the one for my coffee. Maybe even more so or just more of it, because Ethan’s tongue was an enigma of pleasure. It seemed the more we played, the better it got, all of it. And you know it’s good when I have to put my Chef Ethan coffee down.
I hooked my heels over the backs of his thighs and lifted him up then dropped him. OH FUCK yeah. The feel of my cock as it slipped past his tongue and down his throat when I did it again was enough to get me past groaning and into full blown growling. Only, what I really wanted was to see the red ribbons across his backside. The markings that are created when a Dom and his sub become one. There’s just this post high about them.
I switched one leg from being hooked over his ass to wriggling it under him, finding his hard-on and having some footsy fun with it, “Hump my foot, beba dečko,” I hissed with some naughty pleasure, which doubled up in me as he did what he was told and was grinding his cock against my foot with considerable enthusiasm. I could feel the moisture leaking from the tip as it slid against my arch. And while it was fun, it seemed like such a waste. So, without further consideration, I twisted in the bed, reaching over to snatch his legs, and drug him across the bed, pulling him into an accessible sixty-nine position, adding all the leaky goodness to my morning wakeup call.
