Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(142)

Gritting my teeth, I hiss as a viper, and then I come undone. I'm  screaming loud enough to shatter glass, and both my throat and eardrums  are complaining. Still, I have to do it; pleasure rages through my veins  with an implacable intensity, and there's no denying it. As I come,  Ethan stops thrusting and simply buries his cock as deep as possible  inside of me, waiting for the waves of pleasure to recede. When they  finally do, he pulls his cock out, and without a moment's break, starts  to rub its tip between my ass cheeks.

"Yes …  Fuck me in the ass," I hear myself saying, my voice sounding more  and more like a whimper. He presses his glans against my hole, and  simply holds it there, allowing the anticipation to build in my mind.  When I finally can't take it anymore, I thrust back and he matches my  movement; his cock strains against my insides, but he doesn't let that  stop him. He buries his cock up to the hilt in my ass, and then pulls  back as slowly as possible. I'm grabbing at the sheets, bunching them up  as the whip of pleasure lashes at every single one of my nerve endings.

With each passing second, the rhythm of his thrusts grows more and more.  Soon enough, he's fucking my ass without a single drop of mercy. I'm  still screaming, even though my throat should be too sore for me to do  it. Endorphins coursing through my veins like a drug, I still feel the  pleasure waves from the last orgasm lapping at my mind as a new one  blankets me.

My insides clench as I come, and I let my head fall. If it weren't for  the handcuffs, I'd just collapse on top of the bed and surrender to a  convulsion of ecstasy. As it is, I hang there limply, shaking and  trembling with my arms hanging up in the air.

"Fuck …  This was …  This was so good," I whimper as he pulls his cock out  of me. Without saying a word, he climbs down from the bed and goes  around it; producing a key from God knows where, he releases both my  hands and grins at me.

"Tired?" he asks me, a note of defiance to his words. "There's a lot more to come, babe. I'm insatiable."         

     



 

I open my mouth to respond, but something snaps inside of me. Closing my  eyes, I take a deep breath and wait until I feel my real body. Like  before, I'm still sitting down, the glasses on my face; I reach for  them, and finally, I feel my real hand moving. My fingers are trembling,  but I still manage to grab the glasses. With one quick movement, I pull  them off of my face.

"Christ," I mutter as the light in the room crashes against my eyes. I  blink twice, floating down from the dream state I was in. Ethan is  sitting in a chair in front of me, his mouth slightly ajar as he looks  down at the iPad he has in his hands. A warning goes off in his screen,  and he raises his head to look at me.

"So?" he simply asks, eager to hear my thoughts. I can't help but notice  that there's a thick and hard shape straining against his pants.

"It was … " Fuck, how can I possible describe something like this? I'm  soaking wet right now, and my own fluids have drenched my thong and ran  down my thighs. I'm a wet mess, and all because of Ethan's Illicit  Escape glasses. Not knowing what to say, I simply place the glasses back  in their box and go up to my feet. In two steps I cover the distance  between Ethan and I, and opening my legs, I sit on his lap, straddling  him. "It was …  amazing. It's brilliant." I tell him, trying to say  something mildly interesting. I quickly give up on it, though; there's  no way I can focus on this right now. "I want the real thing," I  whisper, leaning in. It doesn't matter how good what I just went through  was …  Nothing beats real life, and right now, I need a hefty dose of it.

"Now you're talking … " he tells me, grabbing my hair by the root and  yanking on it. He places his free hand on my dress and just rips it  open. The sound of the fabric tearing apart makes me even wetter,  although I have no idea how that's even possible. Pulling harshly, he  ruins my dress completely, and simply discards it to the floor without a  second thought.

Following his lead, I place both my hands on his chest and tear his  shirt open. The buttons pop out at once, and scatter themselves on the  floor as I flatten the palm of my hands against his chiseled muscles.

I raise my hips slightly and take my hands to his crotch. Doing my best  to steady my fingers, I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and pull  his cock out. I feel his warmness against my hand, and the desire to  have him inside of me simply overwhelms me. He's in the same state as I  am; moving suddenly, he places his fingers against my pussy and flicks  my thong to the side. The moment I feel the fabric sliding against my  skin, I curl my fingers around his shaft, and keeping it still, ease  myself down.

The moment I feel him in my pussy, I let out one loud scream. My throat  hurts from the effort and I realize that, while I had the glasses on, I  was really moaning and screaming throughout the whole thing.

"You have a dirty, dirty mind," he whispers against my ear, thrusting as  hard as he can. I moan in response, and he continues to speak. "You  can't imagine how fucking hard I got seeing what you did with me … "

To know that he saw everything that was going on inside my mind makes my  head spin. It's almost as if someone could peer into your dreams and  record it. Voyeurism at its extreme, and I fucking love it.

"Well, what can I say?" I place my arms over his shoulders and I start  to sway my hips, riding him hard. "When it comes to you, I have no  limits." I move over his cock as fast as I can, and I already feel  ecstasy bubbling up to the surface. No wonder-after coming so many times  without going through the motions, my body is aching for some real  release.

It comes quickly and without warning: my pussy clenches around his shaft  and I lean into him, digging my fingernails into his back. A convulsion  of pleasure takes over my body and I feel it shaking as it never did  before. I feel my brain frying up, and the fire under my skin scorches  every single one of my nerve endings. This is Heaven, pure and simple.

Not wanting to lose momentum, I climb down from him, making his cock pop  out of me in the process. My legs grow weak as I stand up, and I fall  down to my knees; not that I care, this is exactly what I want.

Without waiting a single second to see his reaction, I grab his cock and  go for it, planting my lips on his tip. My own scent and flavor hits  me, and I just let go completely. I roll my lips down his shaft and I go  all the way down, only stopping when I meet the skin at the root of his  cock. This time, when his glans hits the back of my throat, there's  some discomfort as I struggle to breath; and this is exactly what makes  the real thing so much better. The way I see it, the best things in life  are the hardest ones? Why should it be any different when it comes to  sex?

Bobbing my head up and down, I wrap my fingers around his shaft at the  same time, and then start to move my hand at the same rhythm of my  mouth. Sucking and stroking, it doesn't take very long for a slight  spasm to take over his cock. After spending God knows how long watching  me being fucked by his virtual self, he must be aching for release even  more than I was. I mean, at least I was coming throughout the whole  thing, when all he could do was stare.

Without warning, his cock spasms harshly, and just like that, a flood of  cum fills my mouth. All it takes is two spasms for my mouth to be  brimming with semen, thick strands of it dripping down my chin. I pull  back immediately, but he keeps on shooting, hitting me straight in the  face with his cum.

I keep stroking him as he cums, forcing him to unleash his load upon my  half naked body. I'm still wearing my bra and thong; there was no time  to take these off when all I needed was to have him inside of me, and  I'm sure it will all go straight to the laundry once I leave.

Still holding all his cum inside my mouth, I go up to my feet as soon as  he stops shooting his load. I straddle him again, and not leaving him  the time to react, lean in and press my mouth against his. I push my  tongue against his mouth and force him to part his lips; he obliges and  we submit to a frenzied kiss, our tongues swapping his cum as if it were  the most delicious thing in the whole universe.

When I pull back from his kiss, exhaustion finally takes over me. My  body grows limp, and if he wasn't holding me I'd fall straight to the  floor. Smiling, he pulls his pants up and picks me up, carrying me in  his arms. I feel myself drifting off, and the moment he lays me down on  his soft bed, I'm a goner.

God, why did it take this long for me to find out that there are men like Ethan walking around?





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Brittney





When I open my eyes, it's already morning. I blink twice as my brain  reboots, trying to figure out where the hell I am. Cotton sheets are  covering my naked body, and behind me, there's another naked  body-Ethan's. All at once, the memories of last night flood me. God,  that was intense; Ethan's VR glasses left me spent and exhausted, and  then we fucked as if we just had a few minutes to live. No wonder I  passed out. I was half comatose by the time he came.