Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(146)

"I know what you're thinking," he grins, "but no. I never got around to using that mirror … "

"We have to fix that," I tell him, grinning back at him.

"We do." As the air grows electric and heavy around us, he places his  hands on my shoulders and runs them to my waist. Grabbing at my blouse,  he moves fast and pulls it over my head, forcing me to raise my arms.  His hands go back to my hips, and then he forces me to turn on my heels;  turning around, I reach for his desk and plant my hands on the flat  surface. He wastes no time, and goes straight for the clasp between my  shoulder blades; with a quick flick of his fingers, he opens my bra and  pushes it down my arms. I sigh heavily as I feel the cups drooping over  my tits, and then he simply yanks the bra off of me.

As I exhale sharply, he rests both of his hands over my breasts,  squeezing them eagerly. My flesh molds to his fingers, and a shiver goes  up my spine as I feel his fingers running over my hard nipples. Then,  one of his hands slides down to my stomach, and he slowly lowers it  until it finds the place where skin meets skirt. He slides his fingers  underneath it, and cups my pussy almost too harshly. I gasp, an electric  discharge going from his fingers to my pussy and igniting a frenzy  inside of me.

Instinct slapping away my rational mind, it then sits behind the wheel.  Acting in an almost unconscious way, I take my hands to my lower back  and grab the zipper on my skirt, pulling all the way down. He reacts by  pushing his body against mine, and I have no option but to place my  fingers on the table top again; then, acting like a hungry beast, he  pushes my skirt down my legs and presses his thick shaft between my ass  cheeks, my thong the only barrier between us.

Without waiting to see what he wants, I thrust back against his cock,  rocking my hips. Grinding against him, I feel his shaft pulsing against  my ass, and the desire to have him fuck me trumps almost everything  else.

"Fuck me, Ethan," I pant, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. "Use me however you want."

"That's exactly what I intend to," he whispers against my ear, and then  nibbles at the skin on my neck. He places both of his hands on my hips,  and then his lips start to trace a downward line down my back. When his  mouth meets my thong, he bites down on it and starts to peel it off of  me. My skin prickles as he pulls the string out from between my ass  cheeks, and then pushes it down all the way to the floor, where it falls  in a wet heap on top of my skirt.

Now on his knees, Ethan places one forearm across my lower back and  forces me to lean forward. I do it willingly, supporting myself on my  elbows as he dives into me, wrapping his full lips around my drenched  folds. He attacks me viciously, sucking on my inner lips and lashing out  at them with his tongue. Working furiously, he presses his whole mouth  against him, and opening it wide, starts to jab with his tongue.

I'm already breathing hard, but when he places two fingers right above  my clit and starts to rub on it, my hard breathing turns into a sequence  of harsh moans. Punishing my pussy and clit with wild precision, he  sets fire to my mind, the first whispers of ecstasy echoing inside my  head.         

     



 

"Yes, keep going … " I moan, barely able to get the words out. "Eat me  out, Ethan …  My pussy is yours," I continue, the words forming in my  mouth before my brain even has the time to process them. As he keeps on  sucking, I feel a pressure mounting inside of me, and before I can  prepare myself for the impending explosion, it simply happens.

I hiss through my gritted teeth as my muscles start to twitch, an  electric current going through me as if I were hit by lightning. My  heart is no longer pumping blood, but endorphins; I can almost feel them  raging through my veins, consuming everything in their path and soaking  my brain into an ocean of lust and pleasure.

"Oh, God," I cry out, thrusting back against his mouth as hard as I can.  Holding me by the hips, he pushes his face against my pussy, and the  pressure between my thighs becomes almost unbearable. Without even  allowing for my orgasm to run its course, he takes his fingers off of my  clit, and turning his hand around, slides them inside of my pussy. He  goes straight to my G-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure  for my moans to turn into a sudden scream.

As he builds up a second orgasm on top of the first one, he takes his  mouth off my pussy and runs his tongue over my crack. He only stops when  he meets my asshole, and then he presses his mouth against it.

"Yes … " I moan, pushing my ass back against his mouth. He slides his  tongue inside of my hole, and I lose it; there's a detonation inside my  mind, and I let out one wild scream, the muscles in my neck straining  with the effort. "Fuck! FUCK!" I shout, my pussy spasming against his  fingers as I come.

I can't help but scream even louder. I don't know even know how I do it;  when he takes his mouth off my ass, he uses his free hand, and slides  his index finger inside of my hole. With his fingers inside my pussy and  ass, endless waves of ecstasy crash against me and devastate me  completely. I almost collapse on top of the desk, my muscles burning up  as if I was running a fever. When he finally takes his fingers out, I'm  barely conscious. Still, desire has a pulse, and I force my eyes open.

Summoning whatever strength I still have inside of me, I stand up and  turn on my heels, facing him as my heart thumps against my chest like a  cannon. I look to the right, and then to the left, my skin prickling as I  see our naked bodies reflected on the wall mirrors.

"Come here," I whisper at him, sitting on top of his desk and parting my  legs. He comes forward, placing his body between my legs; grabbing his  cock, he angles it down and presses his glans against my wetness. With a  lewd smile, I place my arms over his shoulders and urge him to carry  on, to fuck me as hard as he can.

Moving steadily, he starts to push his cock past my folds, shards of  pleasure digging into my brain as he moves. When his shaft is halfway  in, he suddenly thrusts, drawing a loud moan from my lips. I throw my  head back, grinning wildly, and look to the side as he starts to rock  his hips against me. My reflection grins back at me from the other side  of the room, and I let my eyes wander to Ethan's body; from here, I can  see him thrusting, his ass cheeks flexing over and over again as he  pounds me with his massive cock.

"Now this is fun," I tell him, looking from one side to the other and  taking in the sight of Ethan fucking me from all angles. His muscles are  bulging, and I see them working like the perfect piece of human  engineering they are.

"What's fun," he starts to say, nibbling at my neck once more, "is  fucking your tight pussy." He pushes me back on top of the table, and as  I lean down, he curls his fingers around my ankles. Lifting my legs, he  places them over his shoulders, and starts to thrust immediately.  Pistoning into me harder than before, he now goes deeper, his tip  hitting that sweet spot inside of me.

I keep watching everything unfold through the mirrors, my naked body  ravaged by Ethan as he fucks me. It's weird to watch everything through a  game of mirrors, reflections upon reflections kicking my lust into  overdrive.

"You sure like to watch yourself," Ethan says, thrusting as hard as he can.

"No …  I like to watch you fucking me," I say between hard breaths,  managing not to scream just for a few seconds. I'm looking into his eyes  now, entranced by the flames dancing there. Inside him rages a fire,  and I just know that it's going to consume mercilessly. Which is exactly  what I want.

"Then watch," he simply whispers, placing his arms around my legs and  keeping me in place as he fucks me at a maddening pace. I tilt my head  to the side and force my eyes to remain open, watching the sway of his  hips as his cock slides in and out of me. He rams his shaft into me  until my pussy lips caress the skin at the base of his cock, and then he  pulls it back all the way to his glans before thrusting again. He keeps  going like this for what seems like an eternity, time becoming just a  foreign word to my ears. Right now, I'm drifting away, carried by a  river of pleasure and wonder.

I close my eyes and surrender completely, allowing my brain to shut down  all the unnecessary noise inside it. Now focusing only on the way his  shaft strains against my inner walls and stretches me wide, it's only a  matter of seconds until I come again.

"Don't stop, Ethan, don't stop!" I cry out, grabbing at the edge of the  bed so hard that my knuckles turn white. My body tenses up, and just  like an elastic band stretched to the limit, it simply snaps. "OH GOD,  OH GOD!" I scream like a mad woman, my pussy tightening around his shaft  as a violent orgasm turns my mind to shreds.

"That's it, babe …  You scream all you want," he whispers, leaning into me  and pushing my legs with his shoulders. As he does it, bending me even  more, his cock drives deeper into me and my scream dies down, my throat  too weak to carry on.