Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(132)

"You're so fucking tight," Ethan says, more to himself than to me. It's  true; even though I've had my fair share of men, I remain as tight as  any inexperienced woman, but with the benefit of actually being an  experienced one. I just don't know if I'll remain this tight after he's  done with me …  Because, hell, I've never been with someone who has a cock  as massive as the one ravaging me right now. But if that's what it  takes, I'm more than willing to pay the price. Oh, you can take that to  the bank.         

     



 

"Don't … " Don't stop, that's what I want to tell him. But the words die  in my throat as another violent scream takes their place. As if my blood  was turning into concrete, my muscles tense up all at once and an  explosion goes off inside my head. Tiny incessant spasms take over my  body and I start to tremble and convulse, my head thrown back in ecstasy  as I come. "Fuck, fuck," I hiss through gritted teeth, my soul burning  up. I don't think I have ever felt this much pleasure in my life. I  don't know if it's because of his big cock, or because he knows what  he's doing …  But, hell, Ethan sure is a gift from the heavens.

As the waves of pleasure start to recede, I finally manage to open my  eyes. Smiling, I look up at him and there's that grin again. We're just  getting started, it seems to say. My insides clench as, looking into his  eyes, I realize that it's the truth: we're just getting started.

Ethan slides his cock out of me, and flowing from one motion to the  other, he grabs at my dress, now hanging limply on my waist. He pulls it  down my legs, and then throws it on the ground. He looks down at my  heels, and I see a flicker of lust burning in his eyes: the heels will  stay, then.

Without a word, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me down from the  table. He turns me around then, and I place both of my hands in front of  me for support. At the same time, he laces my waist with one arm and  pulls me into him. I let myself be guided by his movements, and  immediately feel his cock pressed tight between my ass cheeks. I thrust  back at him, and moving wildly, start to grind against his shaft as if I  were a woman possessed.

"I want you inside of me," I pant, trying to reach for his cock. He  doesn't even give me the time for it; pulling back, he grabs his own  member and pushes its tip against my pussy. I half-expect him to simply  ram it inside of me, but he keeps rubbing his glans against my drenched  folds. Up and down, up and down, each time he flicks his cock the flames  of lust growing fiercer inside of me. "Please," I say, the word coming  out with a drawl. As if he wanted me to beg, only now does he thrust;  with one curt movement of his hips, his shaft pushes past my inner lips  and goes all the way in.

Without a pause, he starts to slide his cock in and out of me at a  relentless pace, each thrust of his sending waves of pleasure through my  body. As his hips slap my ass, my whole body sways; the cutlery still  on top of the table rattles and jumps down, hopping all the way to the  edge before finally tumbling.

"It feels …  It feels so … " I don't even know what I want to say. It feels  good and it feels heavenly; it's all those things, and it's more than  that. I can hardly believe that only now I've met a man capable of  making me feel something like this. It wouldn't be such a big surprise  if I was a virgin girl, still a foreign to lust, but I'm none of that.

"Fucking amazing. It feels fucking amazing," he completes my sentence, his rhythm not faltering as he speaks.

"Yes …  Yes, it does … " I moan out loud as I thrust back against him, the  sound of flesh on flesh filling the whole room. I throw my head back, my  hair cascading down my shoulders, and he tangles his fingers in a few  stray locks. Turning his hand sideways, he yanks on my hair and starts  to thrust even harder; it seems that, no matter how hard he goes,  there's still something extra inside of him.

Grabbing my tits while he rocks his body against me, he lays his mouth  on my neck and gently bites at my skin. I moan and close my eyes, a  pleasant buzz crawling under my skin. Each thrust of his forces me to  moan louder, and it doesn't take long for my moans to turn in a violent  scream. I feel my throat growing raw from the effort, but he keeps on  fucking me with raw intensity.

Even though I'm barely moving, there are beads of sweat forming on my forehead, a few stray hairs plastered to my flushed skin.

"Oh, God, oh, God," I repeat over and over again, the sound of his body  hitting mine like a counterpoint to the sound of my voice. Adding to the  melody, he suddenly slaps my ass. I feel the open palm of his hand  hitting my flesh, and a sharp pain darts across my body to my brain. I  scream, and he smacks me again, this time harder. "More!" I hiss through  gritted teeth, and he obliges. His hands fall heavy on me, and even  though I should be in pain, all that I feel is ecstasy.

Coming from a dark corner of my mind, I hear a tenuous whisper: don't  forget what's your real purpose that insidious voice seems to say. Don't  forget the reason why you're here, it goes on and on, nagging me and  trying to make me feel guilty. But I don't care about reasons or  purposes; right now, the only thing I care about is the massive cock  buried inside my pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" I cry out loud as he goes around my waist with one hand and  presses down on my clit. He circles steadily, matching the pace of his  thrusts, and I have no other option but to succumb to an avalanche of  pleasure.

Electricity burns its way through my muscles, making my whole body tense  up as a nocked arrow. All that energy gathers under my skin, and just a  heartbeat after that, it goes free. It's as if I'm being hit by  lighting while there's a fire at my feet; all my nerve endings are busy,  and I have to struggle to hold on to consciousness. Is there such a  thing as too much pleasure? Before today, I never considered it, but now  I think it might be possible.

My whole body is spasming, and I already feel my knees growing weak;  curling my fingers around the edge of the table, I hold on to it for  dear life. My eyes are closed, my eyes are gritted, and this is how I  brace the storm of ecstasy. I can't even tell you if I'm moaning or  screaming, or if I'm too spent for any of that. All that I know is that  I'm adrift in an ocean of pleasure.

Once I feel the waves of pleasure washing away, I finally realize that I  have forgotten to breath. As Ethan slides his cock out of me, I take  one deep breath and let the air rush to my lungs. Feeling completely  exhausted, it takes a few breaths for me to summon the energy necessary  to turn around. When I do it, I remain with my hands on the table,  afraid of falling straight into the floor; my legs are still shaking,  and I don't trust them yet.

There's a gentle smile on Ethan's face, but it quickly changes into a devilish grin. We're not done yet.

"On your knees," he tells me, and just like I did before, I go down at  once. Looking up at him, I reach for his cock and curl my fingers around  his shaft, feeling my own fluids coating it. I start to stroke him as  hard as I can, my hand flying over his thickness in a flurry of  movement. I guess I still have a few reserves of energy inside of me,  after all.

"Come for me, Ethan …  I want your cum all over me," I beg him, my voice  mellow and honeyed. I don't think I have ever felt the urge to have a  man covering me with his cum, but I can't help it; kneeling in front of  Ethan after he drove me to climax God knows how many times, it seems  like the right thing to do. "I want you to cover me in cum … " I continue,  and just like that, I feel a tenuous spasm against my fingers. Taking  it as a good omen, I redouble my efforts and go as hard as humanly  possible. There's one hard spasm, and not even a fraction of a second  after it, a rope of cum jumps from his cock and straight into my face. I  only have the time to register the warmness of it, as more and more  ropes of cum start to gush out of his member and into me.

I hear him groan, but it's almost as if his voice is coming at me from  the other side of the universe. Right now, I'm not lost in this moment. I  open my mouth as wide as I can, and sticking out my tongue, I let him  rain down his seed upon me. It doesn't take long for my mouth to be  brimming with cum; thick drops are already dripping down my chin and  neck, and making a steady path toward my tits.

With a grin on my lips, I look into Ethan's eyes and I swallow. He grins  back at me at once, but then closes his eyes as his cock continues to  spasm. I feel his salty flavor going down my throat and a shiver goes up  my spine, making my skin prickle. Somehow, I manage to keep my eyes  open as thick strands of his juices fall across my face; after all, how  could I miss the way his whole body tenses up as an intense orgasm  completely crushes him? There's nothing better than watching a perfect  man drowning in pleasure …  When you're the cause of his pleasure, of  course.