Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(131)

     



 

"God? No God in here but me," he whispers against my ear, his words  making me even more desperate to have his cock inside of me. Whenever I  find myself with a man when I'm on a job, I never let desire take the  reins …  But with Ethan, that's impossible.

Letting go of my clit, he runs his finger down my pussy again, and then  simply hooks it in. I bite on my bottom lip as he pushes his finger past  my folds, guiding it all the way in, and I press my forehead against  the wall. With my eyes closed, I let a sweet madness take over me as he  starts to move his finger in and out of me. I'm moaning now, the  quivering sound of my voice echoing in the room.

"You're moaning now," he whispers, "but soon you'll be screaming."

"I'd like that," I manage to say, and as soon as the last word leaves my  lips, he takes his finger out of my pussy. He takes it to my mouth, and  acting on instinct alone, I part my lips and let his finger in. Sucking  it dry, I let my own fluids coat my tongue with my lustful flavor.  Then, with no warning at all, he grabs me by the hips again and makes me  turn to him.

With what seems like a growl, he runs his fingers through my hair once  more, and forces my head back. His lips go straight to my neck, and he  traces a downward line toward my breasts; the moment he goes over the  curve of my right breast, he wraps his lips around my hard nipple and  starts to suck on it. I exhale sharply, and taking the opportunity, he  slides one hand of his under my dress. This time, he doesn't flick my  thong to the side: he grabs on it and pushes it down my legs, his  movements filled with a kind of frantic anxiety.

I'm still kicking my thong off when he presses his hand against my bare  pussy. His thumb goes straight to my clit, and at the same time, he  pushes his index finger inside of my pussy again. Fingering me and  punishing my clit, he continues to suck hard on my nipple, all the  sensations blending into one another. It doesn't take long for my moans  to turn into one drawn out scream. God, if he can make me feel like this  using only his fingers, I can't imagine how good it will be once I push  his pants down …

"We're just getting started, Brittney …  But I love the way you scream,"  he tells me, and then starts to rub his thumb harder against my clit.  This is a man who knows what he's doing; his strokes are simple and  effective, and it only takes a few seconds for my muscles to start  tensing up. There's a fire climbing up my throat, and I already hear the  deep rumbling of thunder under my skin. "Let go …  Come for me," he  continues, and just like that, I come undone.

Fire turns into a raging inferno, and thunder melts into it as I let out  one violent scream. Pleasure rages through like a river after a flood,  whispering promises of so much more as it goes through me. Grabbing his  wrist, I hold his hand in place as I come, my pussy clamping around his  fingers. I only let go of him when the spasms that have taken over my  muscles finally start to subside.

"Now," Ethan says, slowly sliding his finger out of my pussy, "it's time  to see what you can do." I force my eyes open, and look into him, a  devilish grin on his lips. "On your knees." As if his words were magic, I  find my knees buckling, and I go down as if God himself had cut the  strings that kept me up. "Good girl."

I don't need instructions now; my hands move as if they have a mind of  their own, and I rest my fingers on his waistline. Looking up at him and  into his eyes, I unbuckle his belt, and slowly pull it out from its  loops. Breathing deeply in order to steady my fingers, I finally start  unbuttoning. My heart is pounding like a jackhammer, a wild anticipation  taking over me. As I go on, button by button, his cock pushes against  my fingers from under his boxer briefs. God, I can't even take my eyes  off of it.

Brushing one finger over his whole length, I only realize that I've  stopped breathing when I finally find his waistline. I take one more  deep breath, and hook my fingers on his boxers; pulling them down, I  can't help but bite down on my lower lips as his cock springs free,  demanding all of my attention. I don't think I've ever seen something  quite like it; to say that it's big would be putting it mildly. He has  to be at least 12 inches long, and the thickness …  Oh, God, I don't even  know how the hell I'm going to fit him in my mouth, let alone in my  pussy.

"You want it, don't you?" he asks me with a grin, grabbing his cock by  the root and pointing it at my mouth. I lick my lips unconsciously,  eager to feel him inside of my mouth.

"I do," I whisper, and he responds by brushing his glans against my  parted lips. Without saying anything else, I open my mouth wide, and  just like that, he shoves his whole cock inside of my mouth. My eyelids  droop as I feel his inches rolling over my tongue, going straight to the  back of my throat. Somehow, my lips touch the skin around the base of  his cock; it's not easy, but I push through, fitting all his length  inside of my mouth. I slide out then, my lips sliding over his shaft as I  curl my fingers around it. When Ethan places both his hands on top of  my head, I'm lost. I start to bob my head back and forth, surrendering  to the whirlwind of pleasure inside of me. I never thought I'd take this  much delight in sucking someone's cock.

My head moves at a steady rhythm, but that doesn't seem to be enough for  Ethan. Grabbing me by the hair, he holds my head in place and he starts  to thrust, fucking my tight mouth as if he were doing to my pussy. I do  nothing but submit to the way his shaft rolls between my lips, the wet  sound of it blanketing every single thought inside my head. For just a  fraction of a second, I imagine him cumming in my mouth; somehow, I just  know that he holds a raging river of cum just for me. But instead of  doing what my imagination worked up, he does the opposite. He slides his  cock out of my mouth suddenly, and pulls me up to my feet.

Kicking off his shoes, he steps out of both his pants and underwear. My  fingers moving by instinct, I grab his shirt and pull on it, forcing the  buttons to pop out in a harsh sequence. Once I push his shirt down his  arms, I take one step back to take in the glorious sight of the naked  man in front of me. Even God couldn't make him any more perfect than he  is; his muscles seem to have been carved out by a Renaissance master,  each curve and ridge carefully drawn on muscle and skin. I just want to  lean into him, run my tongue between his abs and taste every single inch  of him. If I had to pick just one word to describe him, I know what it  would be: delicious.

His lips curl into a grin, and the next thing I know, he's on me. He  pushes me back until my ass is pressed against the edge of the table;  using one arm, he throws everything on top of it to the floor. The  plates and glasses all go tumbling down onto the floor, but he doesn't  even seem to care. With both of his hands under my ass, he lifts me up  and sits me on top of the table, and I immediately part my legs so that  he fits between them. Moving as if he were in a hurry, he grabs my hair  with one hand, and with the other, he grabs his cock and presses it  against my pussy. I let out one loud moan at once, my heart beating  anxiously.

"Beg," he utters, his word like a whip directed at my mind. I place my  hands on his firm ass, feeling the curve of his ass cheeks, and try to  pull him in and force him to fuck me.

"Fuck me, Ethan …  Fuck me now," I beg, just like he told me to. To be  honest, I'm not doing it because he ordered me …  I'm doing it because I  really, really want him to fuck me. I need it more than I need air to  breathe.

"Such a filthy mouth," he says with a grin, and then he finally thrusts.  I throw my head back as I feel his thickness parting my drenched folds  and straining against my inner walls on the way in. A scream bubbles up  on my lips, and I let it explode on the room, the sound of it bouncing  off the walls and back to me. With my fingers digging into his ass  cheeks, I urge him to start thrusting, and that's exactly what he does.  He starts to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me at a  growing pace.

When his rhythm becomes so fast I can barely think, I let go of his ass  and lean back on top of the table, supporting myself with my elbows. His  hands go straight to my tits, and he squeezes them harshly as he fucks  me, his long fingers going over the curve of my breasts and pressing  down on my aching nipples.

"Faster …  Faster … " I whimper, even though he's already going fast. Even  so, he somehow manages to go even faster than before, his cock going in  and out of me so fast I can't even tell when it's coming or going. Not  that it matters anyway; what matters is that we're fucking. Finally-I  can't tell you how much I wanted this to happen. I know I'm walking on  ice here; Ethan is supposed to be a target, and all this is nothing more  than a job. A job I had to take because I was forced into taking it,  but that doesn't make it any less of a job. If anything, it just makes  it more important for me to succeed. But what if I'm having fun? It's  not like that's going to hurt me, right? Right?