Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(153)

I'm going so hard that I almost come; I feel a dangerous pressure inside  of me, and I have to clench my ass and hold my breath in order to take  back control. Taking a deep breath, I pop my cock out of her mouth and  pull her up to her feet; moving fast, I grab her by the hips and force  her to turn around, slamming her against the mirror wall once again.

I don't even bother with taking off her clothes; I simply run my hands  up her legs, and after pushing the hemline of her dress up to her waist,  I place one hand between her thighs and flick her thong to the side.

"Please, yes … " she moans, but I can barely hear. I'm fucking lost in an  ocean of lust, and there's only way to find myself. Yeah, you're  guessing right, it involves fucking.

I grab my cock with one hand and angle it down, placing it between her  thighs and against her wet pussy. As my glans touches her folds, she  lets out one loud moan, jutting her ass and trying to get me to thrust.  And that's what I do. I thrust as hard as I can, burying my shaft deep  inside her pussy. She screams, slamming her forearms against the mirror,  and I start to rock my hips.

I go fast and mercilessly, pounding her with my thick cock in such a way  that I just know she won't be able to sit for days without remembering  it. And that's exactly what I want.

Grabbing her by the hips, I make her jut her ass back, and then I go as  fast as humanly possible. My thighs slap her ass cheeks over and over  again, the sound of it making me even more fucking insane. Gritting my  teeth as I move, I look over her shoulder and into the mirror; I can see  her face, an expression of pain and pleasure there, making her even  more fucking beautiful. Fuck, why did she have to be working with Simon?  Why the fuck did all this have to happen?

Moving as if I'm in a trance, I take one hand around her waist and press  my fingers against her clit. Rubbing her with fast tight circles, it  doesn't take long for her pussy to tighten around my shaft like a vice.  She presses her forehead against the wall, and hissing through her  gritted teeth, she comes.

"It feels so …  good," she pants, breathing hard as tenuous spasms make  her muscles twitch. Once again, I keep my silence, not knowing what to  say. Anger and lust replace any need for words.

With both my hands on her hips again, I turn her to me and crush my  mouth against hers. We kiss as if we needed it more than air to survive,  our tongues dancing around one another with wild frantic movements.

"More, I want more … " she moans, and I act on instinct, placing both my  hands under her ass cheeks and pressing her against the wall mirror. I  pick her up from the floor, and she laces her legs behind my back; once  more, I flick her thong to the side and press my cock against her  wetness. Groaning, I thrust and bury my cock inside of her pussy,  sheathing to the hilt. I grit my teeth as she digs her fingers into my  back, her legs locked around my waist.

Moving at a frenzied rhythm, I piston my cock into her with a fucking  growl. I go as deep as I can, a scream leaving her lips each time my  glans rubs against that inner sanctum hiding inside of her. Closing my  eyes, I let my dark instincts take hold of me and I fuck her like I  never did before. My movements are raw and harsh, and I can no longer  hear her moans; I'm in a world of my own right now.

I feel her fingernails burying themselves in my back, over my shirt, and  the sharp pain of it brings me back to reality. She's moaning like  she's fucking possessed, and I can't help but brush my lips against her  ear.

"Come, just come," I whisper, and a fraction of a second after, her  pussy starts to spasm around my shaft. I don't stop moving as she comes;  instead, I go even harder, beads of sweat already pooling on my  forehead. Each thrust of mine draws a quivering moan out of her lips,  and she starts to claw at my back, throwing her head back and pressing  it against the mirror.         

     



 

"Oh, God, don't stop," she moans, and then her arms start moving  erratically. Coming for the second time in a row, she allows a violent  orgasm to ride the coattails of the one before. I thrust one last time,  forcing my cock to go all the way in, and then hold my position there as  she comes her fucking brains out.

When the last sparks of pleasure have faded away, she eases the pressure  of her fingers on my back, and presses her forehead against my chest.  Slowly, I pull my cock out from her pussy and she takes her legs from my  back. As she touches the floor, she has to support herself against the  mirror, her legs shaking as if they have become too weak to support her  weight.

"Your mouth," I find myself saying, my cock twitching and aching to feel  her tongue once more. Obedient, she goes down on her knees, and curling  her fingers around my shaft, dives into me at once. She bobs her head  back and forth at a relentless pace, and I rest my hands on her head;  this time, I let her dictate the rhythm.

"Fuck … " I whisper, more to myself than to her. Throwing my head back, I  close my eyes and just savor the way her lips roll up and down my shaft.  Fuck, she really knows how to use her perfect little mouth …

Still with her lips wrapped around my cock, she starts to move her hand  up and down my shaft, and I feel on the verge of cumming. I tangle my  fingers in her hair and stop her from moving; gritting my teeth, I  exhale sharply and let a violent shiver go up my spine. At the time, my  cock spasms and I feel the cum rushing through me and into her mouth.

I keep holding her while I come, filling her mouth with my seed. There  are strands of cum already dripping down from her lips and onto her  chin, but I don't give a fuck; I keep cumming inside her mouth, even  though it's already brimming with my juices.

Once I'm done, I let go of her head, and moving slowly, start to slide  my cock out of her mouth. When it finally pops out, she looks up at me  and opens her mouth, showing me her full mouth like the bad girl she is.  I grin at her, momentarily forgetting all about the fucking mess we're  in.

I place two fingers under her chin and make her close her mouth.  "Swallow. All of it," I command her, and obedient, she does it.  Satisfaction rushes through me as I watch the muscles in her throat  move, my cum going down through it. Her chin is glistening from the cum  there, and a few drops are already making their way toward her neck and  cleavage.

I reach for one of the drawers I keep in the corner and take a dry towel  out. I take a deep breath, reminding myself of what I need to do now  that the truth is out, and throw the towel at her. She starts to clean  herself, going up to her feet, and then adjusts the hemline of her  skirt. I watch her do all of it, my heart racing like a motherfucker.

Here she is, the most fucking beautiful woman on Earth, and she had to  be working for the fucking enemy. Life can be a bitch when it wants,  that's for fucking sure. But it can't be helped; it's time for me to man  the fuck up and make the right decisions.

I button up my pants and look at her, knowing exactly what I have to do.  I go back to my desk, sit down in front of the computer and tap at the  keyboard. Accessing the Illicit Escape code, I downloaded it onto a hard  drive and then eject it. Holding it in my hands, I get back up and walk  toward her.

"Take it. It's the code," I tell her, no emotion to my voice.

"But … " she stammers, her eyes widening in confusion. "No …  I can't …  I won't, Ethan."

"You will," I tell her harshly. "It's the reason you came here in the  first place, isn't it?" I push the drive into her hands and she grabs it  hesitantly. I notice that her hands are shaking, and my heart feels  tight as fuck inside my chest. "Give it to him, and your problems will  be solved." Without saying one more word, I turn my back to her and sit  at my desk again.

She stands there, looking at me with tears in her eyes, and fuck, I just  want to fucking hold her tight, but I can't. I fucking can't.

"Ethan … " she starts, taking one step toward me. I look her in the eyes  and she stops dead in her tracks, anxiety written all over her face.

"You can go now, Brittney. I have work to do," I dismiss her coldly, as  if I wasn't talking to the woman I love. This is the hardest fucking  thing I have ever done. "Go," I repeat, ice in my eyes and in my voice.

She runs her tongue over lips, and slowly, turns her face away. She  starts walking toward the door, and I feel like shit. This is the worst  fucking day of my life, that much I can tell you.

"Brittney, one more thing … " She stops and looks back at me, hope  gleaming in her eyes. I look back at her, unable to say a fucking thing.  But I must do it. I fucking must.

"Yes … ?" she asks me, clutching the hard drive against her chest.

"You're fired," I say to her and close my eyes for the final bit. "Effective immediately. With cause."





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