Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(126)

"Maybe I'm impressed," he grins, placing both his hands on my ass. This time, I say nothing. "Maybe not."

"You men …  Terrible liars, all of you." With that, I turn my hand and  press hard against his cock. His chest starts rising and falling at a  hurried pace, and I can almost see the struggle raging inside of him; he  wants me, but he can do nothing about it …  Not while there are people in  the room, at least.

Stretching my fingers wide, I cup his balls, and I think that his cock  becomes even harder than before. Overwhelmed by the urge to feel him, my  skin on his, I let my hand go over his shaft again, and then I slide it  under his boxer briefs. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this; maybe I'm  going too far now …  But what the hell; you win by taking risks, not by  playing it safe. And this is exactly the kind of risk that I like to  take.

Breathing hard, I curl my fingers around his thickness and start to move  my hand in an up and down motion. While I stroke him, I lean into him,  and with my lips against his ear, I let a barely audible moan tumble out  of my lips. At the sound of my voice, I feel the pressure of his hands  on my ass cheeks growing, and that just makes me stroke him harder and  harder.

"You want to fuck me bad, don't you?" I whisper against his ear once  more, and then gently nibble at it. I'm voicing my own cravings and  desires, but as the words come out of my mouth, it all turns into a  teasing spell. It's almost a shame that I'm on a mission; I don't come  across men like Ethan often. No, let me rephrase that: I have never come  across a man like him.

"Not as much as you want to fuck me," comes his reply, his words cutting  across all the bullshit. "You can act, but you're not fooling me." I  have no way of telling if he really sees through me, or if he's just  bluffing. Either way, it doesn't matter; it's all part of an intricate  dance, one where seduction and lust dictates the next move.

"What if I do? What if I want to push my thong to the side and let you fuck me … ? Right here, right now?"

"You talk a lot, Brittney," he almost growls, and hooks his fingers on  the small string of my thong that laces my outer thigh. "You might think  you're in control …  But you have no fucking idea. If I wanted to have  you, I would. Right here, in front of all these people …  I don't give a  fuck."

"Then why don't you, Ethan?" he pauses for a few seconds, and I even  stop moving my hand. I know that everything hangs in this moment; if he  really goes for it and decides to fuck me here, I might have blown the  whole thing. I'm not sure how much he will care about me after fucking  me on the first try. Men like him are quick to move on, and that's  exactly what I don't want to happen …  I need to worm myself into his life  and this company long enough for me to see this job through. Whatever  it takes.

"Because … " he seems to look for the right words, and then takes his hand  to my face. He brushes two of his fingers against one cheek, and them  grabs me by the hair. Yanking on it, he forces my head back and presses  his lips against my neck. "You intrigue me. And I like intriguing  women."

I gasp as he pulls on my hair, but inside, I'm sighing with relief. What  would I do if he tried to fuck me? I'd have to keep playing him, and so  I'd have to stop him and keep on teasing …  The problem is, I'm not sure  that I would've been able to do that.

"I told you before," I say, taking my hand from his boxer briefs. "You  never met a woman like me." Moving fast, I clash one forearm against his  and force him to let go of my hair; in the same flowing movement, I  place both my hands on his hair and now it's my turn to pull. He throws  his head back, exhaling in surprise, and I lean into him. Parting my  lips, I let my tongue out and brush it against the crevice between his  lips. I can feel his whole body tensing up, and there's even a slight  movement in his neck, but I keep him in place. He wants to kiss me, and  God, so do I, but I won't let it happen. Not now. A kiss has to be  earned, and I'll make him work for it.

"That remains to be seen … " he tells me, looking me straight in the eye.  He's dying for more of me; I can read it in his face. And, well …  I'm  also dying for more. Grabbing his hair by the root, I start to sway my  hips violently, grinding against him as harshly as I can. My pussy is  pressed tight against his hard cock, and even though there are still  layers of fabric between the two of us; I don't let that stop me. Right  now, I'm not doing this for him; I'm doing it for me.

I ride him as if we were fucking, and even though I'm just grinding  against his thickness, I feel a coiled tension building up inside of me.  Fierce and wild, it's still in its chains …  But it won't take long to  break free. I know I should keep my cool right now, but I can't stop  myself. How could I say no to pleasure when it's breathing down my neck  and whispering my name?

As the tension inside my muscles grows into a thunderstorm, I have to  grit my teeth. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and let pleasure  wash all over me. My jaw is hurting, but I refuse to open my mouth; if I  do it, I won't be able to stop myself from moaning or screaming. As  fireworks go off inside my head, I do my best to hide it from everyone.  Building up all the tension between Ethan and I is key, and I can't  allow anyone to figure out how much I'm enjoying this. In a wicked way,  the more I try to pretend my brain isn't frying right now, the more the  fangs of pleasure bury themselves into my soul.

Even though I remain silent, my mind, body, and soul are screaming  inwardly. Ecstasy rages me through like a vicious flood, and even my  pussy is spasming. God, what I wouldn't give to fuck him right here,  right now.

My muscles are twitching, and there's an urge inside of me to surrender  to a feverish frenzy, but I hold my own and keep grinding against him.  Then my entire body tenses and it's as if a fiery hot bolt of  electricity is coursing through me-head to toe.

I steady myself by gripping Ethan's strong, hard chest. And the next  moment, I explode. A million mini internal fireworks are popping off and  my pussy is spasming harder and faster than I've ever felt before. I  feel like I want to collapse, but I can't.

I have to maintain my composure. I open my eyes-I realize I had them  squeezed shut-and I take a deep breath. Did he notice? It's hard to say.

God, I know I shouldn't be saying this, but I didn't want it to be over  this quickly. I could keep going like this forever …  Of course, but then I  probably wouldn't be able to resist the pull of his cock. Hey, what can  I say? I was having fun. Lots of it.

I take one deep breath, and acting as solemnly as I can, I let go of his  hair and sit up. The audition is over. It's just the first step in a  long ladder of strategic moves, but it's done at least. And I think I  nailed it, although I started my little show feeling as confident as I  could, I have to admit I was a bit afraid of screwing the whole thing  up.         

     



 

"I hope you enjoyed it," I merely say, dismounting him as I speak. It  almost hurts to do it, but I have to act as coldly as I can. Acting like  a true professional, my personality goes from lewd and seductive to  straightforward; my audition is done. I turn my back to Ethan and pick  my bra and dress from the floor; as if nothing happened, I get dressed  as casually as possible. He remains frozen in place, unmoving, and I'm  sure that a river of raging adrenaline is still coursing through his  veins.

As I walk back to my seat, I can't help but look at him once again.  Looking back over my shoulder, I smile and give him a wink for good  measure. I know he's going to be thinking of me for the rest of the day,  and that's exactly what I want.

Even though Ethan is just a target, one thing is for sure: he's going to  be in my dreams tonight. And I can't wait to meet him there.





95





Ethan





"I'd say girls 25, 26, and 27 were our strongest candidate," Joel says,  an eager smile plastered across his face. He's leaning back in his  chair, his arms held above his head. He's swiveling back and forth. He  seems pretty happy with the turnout at the audition. And I am too.

Of course he'd list girls 25 and 27, I think to myself. They fucking had  their lips wrapped around his fucking cock, and he sure didn't hide the  fact that he was enjoying it. He was anything but shy. He was downright  eager. But if it were up to me, I'd say girl 26 was the hottest fucking  prospect.

How does Joel not see that? Maybe because she was in my lap, not his.  That ass. Those legs. Those smoldering eyes framed by a waterfall of  blonde hair that flows down to her shoulders. I mean, the woman gave my  cock its own heartbeat for god's sake!

What more can I ask for? And whom am I kidding? Of course it's up to me  who we hire. It's my fucking company. I'll hire whomever the fuck I want  to.