Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(141)

I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my wetness all over his face  and feeling electric sparks travel all the way up my spine and make  their home inside my mind. My thoughts are crashing against one another,  and it's almost impossible to focus on anything …  Anything besides the  electric pleasure that consumes me, that is.

"Keep going …  Don't stop … " I moan, thrusting back against him even  harder. Loyal to my words, he starts devouring me as if he needed to do  it to survive. Working me with his whole mouth, he does in such that a  way that the electricity pooling in my brain starts a fire, scorching  whatever rationality was still inside of me.

Curling my fingers and grabbing at the sheets, I bunch them up as my  muscles turn into solid concrete. Electricity and fire turns into  pent-up tension and then, in just a heartbeat, all that tension goes  free. I go down on my elbows as my muscles start to spasm, my heart  drumming so furiously it seems ready to burst at any given moment.

"OH GOD … !" I cry out, somehow managing not to scream. Somewhere in my  mind, I know that I'm still sitting in front of Ethan, in the real  world …  And as I moan and scream, I'm also vaguely aware that I'm doing  it for real. Not that it matters; the real Ethan is probably watching  everything that's happening inside my head on his iPad. And that …  Well,  that just makes me even hornier.

As the orgasm starts to subside, Ethan doesn't allow me a break; he  pulls back from me, takes a deep breath, and then dives in again. He  starts to suck me as eagerly as before, but this time he runs one hand  up my leg and presses one finger right on top of my clit. I tremble as I  feel the pressure there, but I remain in place, trying to ride the  waves of pleasure without falling off.         

     



 

As if he knows what I want him to do next, he runs his tongue between my  inner lips and then keeps going upward. I sigh as his finger goes down  from my clit and he pushes it inside of me, curling it in a hook motion  until it meets my G-spot. I scream loudly, and as I do it, he presses  his mouth right between my ass cheeks.

"Oh, God … " I moan again, Ethan flicking his tongue at my asshole as he  keeps on rubbing my G-spot, the two sensations raising a whirlwind of  pleasure inside of me. I just came, but I'm about to do it again.  Christ, someone give a Nobel Prize to the brains behind Illicit Escape:  this thing is so good it might just make sex between two real people  almost obsolete. Almost being the key word, of course. Nothing beats the  nitty gritty of having a man like Ethan fucking your brains out.  Nothing.

Licking my ass in much the same way as he was licking my pussy, he  starts to press harder against my G-spot. Time seems to stretch all  around me, and the flames of pleasure are growing at a relentless pace.  Even though I still feel the remains of my first orgasm fluttering in my  head, I'm ready to go again.

My eyes close by instinct, and in that same moment, fireworks go off  behind my eyelids. My eyes roll in their orbits and I fall forward,  collapsing on top of the mattress as I flail my limbs. It's almost like  having a seizure, but one that I wouldn't mind if it lasted forever.

I'm still shaking when I feel Ethan's fingers on my wrist. He pulls one  arm upward, and I offer no resistance as he places something metallic on  my wrist. I open my eyes just in time to see him handcuffing me to the  bedposts, but I do nothing to dissuade him; this is exactly what I want.

He goes around the bed and handcuffs my other hand, forcing me to go on  all fours. With both my arms tied to the bedposts, there's really no  other position for me to be in.

"Now …  You're mine," he says, his words oozing a kind of primitive power. Yes, I'm his, there's no doubt about that.

"Then treat me like it … " I whisper, trying hard to keep my neck  straight. My muscles are still reeling from the orgasm, and if it wasn't  for the handcuffs, I don't know if I'd be able to get up at all from  the mattress.

"I intend to," he tells me, and then climbs on top of the bed. Stepping  over my arms, he goes up to his feet, and looks down at me. "You have no  idea how much I'm enjoying the view from up here," he continues,  unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his legs. I swallow hard as I  see his hard cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I half-expect  it to simply rip its way out of the fabric. With a wild grin on his  lips, he kicks off his pants and then takes off his boxers, throwing all  of his clothes out of the bed. My heart skips a beat as his cock  springs free, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Desire steering me, I  crane my neck, trying to go for it with my mouth, but he keeps himself  out of reach.

"I want it …  Now. I want you to fuck my mouth … " I plead, straining  against the handcuffs and crawling closer to him. As a response, he  flexes his knees slightly and brushes his glans against the space  between my lips; my eyelids droop by instinct, and I feel the saltiness  of his pre-cum on my tongue.

I open my mouth as wide as I can and, seizing the opportunity, he  thrusts, allowing his shaft to roll all the way in. There's a wet sound  when his tip hits the back of my throat, but there's nothing  uncomfortable about the way he's filling up my mouth. Somehow, I guess  they've found a way to engineer the inconvenient details of sex out of  the whole experience …  If you ask me, I love every single inconvenient  detail about it. There's nothing like almost choking on a 12-inch long  cock.

"That's it …  Suck on it, you've been dying to," he whispers, slowly  sliding his cock out. He goes back until only his glans is inside of me,  and then he thrusts again, with the same abruptness of before. He  repeats this motion for God knows how long; I've lost all notion of  time, and as far as I'm concerned, I could spend an eternity like this.

As he thrusts, I start to bob my head back and forth, trying to match  his rhythm. Forgetting that I'm handcuffed, I try and reach for his  cock, but the metallic cuffs stop me. Burning with frustration, I simply  start to suck him as hard as I can, forcing my mouth to move at a  breakneck speed. I go so fast that he stops moving and simply remains in  place as I completely devour his cock.

Pulling back suddenly, I let his cock pop out of my mouth; then, moving  as fast I can, I tilt my head and reach for his shaft with my tongue. I  trace his whole length, going down until my lips finally meet his balls.  There, I place my lips against one and suck it in; I roll it inside my  mind, lapping at it with my tongue, and then I do the same with the  other one. As I let my tongue slide back up his shaft, he suddenly  places one hand on my head and tangles his fingers on my hair. Holding  my head in place with just one hand, he uses the other one to grab his  cock and then thrusts at my mouth once more.

I open my mouth as wide as I can, completely surrendering to the way he  starts to fuck my little mouth. Fuck, I know that none of this is really  happening, but this is almost too much for me …  This feels so good it  should be illegal. But perhaps it isn't really the Illicit Escape  machinery doing all the heavy lifting; perhaps my more than fertile  imagination is helping matters. Whatever the reason, all I know is that  I'm having the time of my life right now.

A sudden urge growling inside of me, I pull out and look him straight in  the eye. I take a deep breath, and then I finally blurt out what I want  him to do to me.

"I want …  I want you to … " I start, panting, but he cuts me short.

"I know what you want …  And once I'm doing it, you'll be screaming like  you never did before." With that, he steps over my locked arms, and  places himself behind me. I feel the mattress shifting under his weight  as he moves, and he goes down to his knees as I look back at him over my  shoulder.

I gasp as, without expecting it, he slaps me across my ass with the back  of his hand. He does it over and over again, the sound of his hand  hitting my cheeks echoing all across the virtual room. It hurts when his  hand lands on my ass, but by the time my nerve endings transmit that to  my brain, it has already turned into pleasure.

"Fuck me, just fuck me," I cry out loud, and I don't need to say more.  His smacks stop immediately, and then he presses his thick glans against  my pussy lips. This time, he doesn't tease me mercilessly; no, this  time he takes me by assault, thrusting at once. His cock pushes back  against my insides harshly, and he drives it so deep into me that I  can't help but let out a violent scream. I feel the muscles in my neck  straining, and my throat is growing raw. Right now, I'm not even sure if  I'm just screaming inside this VR world or if I'm also doing it in real  life …  But who cares anyway? There are more pressing matters right now,  like the gigantic cock inside of my pussy.

With both hands resting on my hips, Ethan starts to thrust, rocking his  hips back and forth as he ravages me with his cock. Each thrust of his  is like lightning and thunder, a furious storm already looming on the  horizon. This isn't exactly like the real thing but …  it comes close.