36 Inches (Size Matters 3)

“Yes, thank you so much for everything, Joelle, Daniel,” Ethan says. Both of my parents hug him, and it doesn’t look forced. I’m so grateful for the acceptance.

The fairy tale ending, me, Cinderella swooped off with her Prince Charming, the Beauty to Ethan's Beast, it all feels that much more perfect with my parents totally accepting just how well Ethan and I work together as a couple.

Living together has been a dream.

Not going to lie the instant we get back in the car, I’m grateful that Ethan has opted to have a driver again.

Because I know that the instant we get in the car, I don’t need him driving. I need his hands all over me. Already, the hand at the small of my back feels extra warm, and I know the instant my parents are back in their house, it's going lower.

Yeah, that’s one of the best parts of the fairy tale. I love this man, and he loves me. And we can’t keep our hands off each other for a second, really.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous in this dress. I think you should leave it on for your first orgasm,” Ethan says with a growl, teeth against my ear.

When we slide into the car, he slides his hands right into my dress and runs his fingers over the damp triangle of my panties. I’m always so wet for him, and he hadn’t already got me wet, his voice vibrating against my skin would've done it.

“Your pussy is so soft, so wet,” Ethan growls. His knuckles run under over the fabric of my thong, and then his fingers dip inside.

I blush at his words, even though he’s whispering. It's incredibly obvious to the driver that we fuck in the back of this car almost every day now, and that’s surprisingly not a problem for me.

How did Delia put it? Oh, yeah, she said from virgin to porn star, that’s where I want. Because let me tell you, her and I have had many a bowls of popcorn over the

wild and crazy sex that I have with Ethan. Delia told me she’s actually envious of my sex life, and did we ever think that day would come?

“That’s because I want you to fuck me, Ethan. My pussy is so wet because I need you inside me,” I purr, hardly able to breathe when his fingers keep on me like this.

“Your clit is twitching, Emmaline,” Ethan says, his mouth on my neck now. “I think you need to cum soon, so I promise I won’t tease you too long.”

I reach my hand out to grab his cock over his trousers, desperate to feel that velvet wrapped in steel under his clothes, but I’ll settle for stroking the massive bulge. His fingers slide inside me, it feels like three huge fingers inside my pussy, and his thumb circles over my clit. I cry out at the sudden invasion.

Ethan pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy, keeps his thumb stroking my clit.

Warm pressure builds up in my belly and I’m aching for release. I’m so close already, and I can barely breathe.

Ethan brings his other hand to my throat, fingers closing around it, his claiming touch enough to send me over the edge. He grips me and pumps harder into me. Our eyes meet.

“You want to cum, my sweet baby girl?” Ethan asks. The raw emotion making his voice thick, the lust heating his eyes on mine, all send me over the top.

I get such a thrill out of how Ethan responds to me. It almost seems too good to be true that this gorgeous man could be all mine, and want me the way I want him. But our passions match and meet in the most incendiary way that I know that we’re made for each other.

“Yes, please, Ethan, God,” I’m groaning, begging, my hips bucking up to meet him, my pussy walls squeezing around Ethan's fingers, desperate for release.

“Cum all over my fingers, baby, I want to taste you,” Ethan says. His voice is pure need.

The air between us is electric, and the lust surging through me explodes. I don’t hold back anymore and I breathe deep into the orgasm flooding my senses.

Ethan's hand on my throat grips tighter, and his finger strokes my G-spot inside, his thumb working my clit impossibly faster.

I rocket off to the moon for all I care, being loud and cumming hard as I can. That driver definitely knows what we’re doing, but I’m not really thinking about that right now.

I’m thinking about how much I want Ethan's cock deep inside me. That’s where I want to cum. When I finally come down for a second, I see Ethan again as I open my eyes. Only when we make eye contact does he slide his fingers out of my pussy and into his mouth. I see them, glazed with my pearlescent arousal, and I like knowing that my cum is in his mouth. He kisses me, my cum coating his tongue, and I taste his mouth and my lust all at once.

I’m almost painfully aroused right now. The pressure in my stomach has just started and I’m aching for more release, more Ethan. I need him. I need his arms wrapped around me and I need his cock inside me.

I feel the car stop, and Ethan breaks the kiss to open the door. He unbuckles me and pulls me out of that car, slinging me over his shoulder. I think I actually see the driver laugh for a second, but I’m a little distracted. When a sexy guy throws you over his shoulder, you get to look at his butt.

What a fine ass it is, too. As soon as we’re in the house, he puts me down at the door. We’re both desperate for each other, but I need to see Ethan, naked before me. He’s so gorgeous that I only fear death because it means I’ll never see him naked again. Ethan, naked, hard, and looking at me like he wants to devour me is my exact sexuality. That’s what I crave, what I need, he’s everything that I’ve ever wanted in one perfect package of intelligent and physical perfection.

He presses me up against the door, but I put my palm on his chest to stop him. He already has a hand trailing up my thighs.