The Stranger In My Bed

CLARA’S POV.

My body writhed in pleasure as his hands grazed my thighs, slow, deliberate. Our bodies danced in tandem as his hands pinched my hard buds which made me squeal.

He gently pulled my pants off as he slowly sniffed that odd part of me. His breath was hot on my clit. Without warning, he latched onto the swelling clit. His ferociousness slowly slipping out bit by bit.

It seemed like I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t hold on much longer as he quickly stood up bringing me up with him. Dragging my nightwear off from my body, he turned me around forcefully as he brought my hips up.

Drowning in sensation, I didn’t even know what was going on until he spanked my ass which made me arch my back more.

I felt him lower himself as his tummy grazed my back, his breath fanning my neck.

“You love that don’t you?” He asked delivering another spank to my ass, his other hand pinching my bud.

“Ethan. Please” Even though I didn't know what I was begging for. But I knew I needed it.

“Please what? Tell me what you want. Say it”

“Fuck me Ethan. Please” I whined as I felt him nudge my entrance with his hard cock.

And without wasting a moment, he plunged into me. Hard and deep. And then his thrusts, hard, unforgiving, dark, addictive.

“Ethannn… Ughhh…. I can’t…. Can’t”

“You can and you will. You will take it. Like the good girl you are”

His thrusts were deep and fast. As if he was chasing something, craving something.

“Fuck, no matter how many times I have you, it’s never enough. Fuck. Cum for me. Give me that sweet nectar” He whispered as his already fast thrusts increased their tempo. I was already delirious.

Sex with Ethan had always been intense. But this was another level. Ethan was never the type to whisper sexual talks when we were together. He was never this intense. He was gentle.

And this was far from gentle.

“Fuckkkk. I am coming” He grunted, spilling his hot cum into my pussy while thrusting as if he was breeding me.

It didn’t take long before he collapsed on me, drawing me into his embrace as we both gasped for air, still coming down from the intense sex we just had.

I thought everything was alright. Since the accident, this was the first time he had held me close after sex.

But my joy was short-lived as I watched him stand up and enter the shower. I tried not to read too much into it as I stood up too. I wore a robe and made my way into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, I watched him make his way downstairs, his jet black slightly tousled.

“Where are you going Ethan? You haven’t had breakfast yet” I asked him. My voice still hoarse as a result of ‘earlier exercises’.

“I’m off to work. Don’t bother staying up waiting for me”

“But Ethan…”

“Goodbye” He replied snarkily as he turned on his heels and left. I turned to look at our son Ryan who was prepping up for school with the help of his nanny, oblivious to my entire dilemma.

I went back to preparing his lunch for school after serving him breakfast as the door opened again.

“Welcome back Master Ethan” I heard the nanny greet as my blood turned cold. I didn’t want to believe it but the familiar footsteps echoing across the hall confirmed it. I glanced at the clock hanging in the kitchen.

Ten minutes. Ethan had left here just ten minutes ago. Leaving behind the simple instruction of not to wait for him.

“Miss me already love?” He asked as he made his way to me, gently hugging me from behind as he placed his head on the crook of my neck. I felt him take a deep breath, no doubt taking in my scent.

“What’s wrong baby? Why are you silent?” he asked. His hands draw small circles along my arm.

“You just left here. Ten minutes ago. You left for work” I whispered as I turned to look at him. Same black hair, same suit, same face, same eyes. But why did it feel like I was with different people?

I watched his eyes darken as he heard my words.

“I just left for work?” he asked, a deep tension lying underneath.

“Ethan, I know what I hear…”

I couldn’t complete my statement as his lips claimed mine in a deep kiss. There wasn’t any room for me to breathe as Ethan’s lips kept on taking me in. His hands crept lower as he shifted my robe and rubbed his hands on my still moist pussy lips.

“Ethan please. I’m still sore. Not now. I can’t take any more”

As if my words triggered something inside him, he let go of all restraints as he lifted me on top of the kitchen counter, pulled off his slacks and pushed his hard dick inside me.

“You’re mine. All mine. Say it. Say you belong to me” He growled in my ears. His dick hitting deep inside me.

“Fuck Ethan. Please”

“Say it. SAY IT”

“I’m yours, all yours Ethan. No one else’s. Now fuck me, faster, harder”

“Yes, mine. Mine to have, to love, to fuck” He replied as his thrusts increased. I had long forgotten about the pain I had been feeling a little while ago as I took all of his thrusts.

Something was off about the whole situation. It felt like he was losing me. Like I wasn’t there. He was staking his claim. I hugged him closer as I kissed him. Feeling that tiny bit of connection, he slowed down his thrusts and looked at me still moving his hips.

We kept on looking at each other while our nether regions moved in tandem. It didn’t take long before he came inside me.

Placing a kiss on my forehead, he slowly withdrew and dressed up. I watched him fix up his suit as he gently fixed my robe and brought me down from the counter. My legs wobbled, still a little bit woozy from the intense love making.

“I’ll be right back” he whispered softly and made his way towards the door. His current mood is vastly different from how he walked in. And that was enough to tell me,

This fucking accident had nothing to do with Ethan’s recent behavior.