Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(158)

We stroll inside arm-in-arm, and Ethan just walks by the registration  desk; he probably already has the key to the suite inside his pocket.  Which makes me think, when did he start planning all of this? Finishing  off Simon, taking care of my ex …  He probably already knew how things  would end. And now I do too; I get the happy ending I deserve.

When we get inside the room, a suite overlooking Fifth Avenue, he  doesn't even give me enough time to appreciate my surroundings. He  closes the door, and placing both his hands on my hips, he slams me  against the door; his body is pressed against mine, and the moment I  lock eyes with him, I feel my pussy growing wet.

"I love you so fucking much," he tells me with a smile, leaning into me  and brushing his lips against mine. Then, his smile turning into a grin,  he takes one step back. Loosening his tie, he pulls it out and looks at  me with mischief in his eyes. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his  eyes roaming down my body, and I can't help but look at his crotch. His  cock is growing hard, pushing against the fabric of his pants, and I can  barely wait to simply pull it out.

"You're everything, Ethan," I tell him, a wide smile on my face. I've  made it through …  And with him by my side. When everything seemed lost,  there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and that light was Ethan.  Whatever happens in the future, I know this: I'll never stop loving this  man. Never.

"Am I?" he asks with a mocking grin on his lips. Then, his expression  turns serious. "I know, Brittney. But you're my everything as well …  And  from now on, we are one."

"One," I repeat after him, the sound of it like honey on my throat. "Forever."

Smiling, he pulls the tie around his neck, and instead of simply letting  it fall on the floor, he brings it up to my face. He lays it across my  eyes, tying it on the back of my neck, and darkness swallows me.

"For all eternity," he says. With that, he leans into me and I feel his  lips brushing against mine, his tongue sliding inside of my mouth and  dancing around my own. Blind, I rest my fingers on his chest and feel my  way to his collar; there, I start unbuttoning his shirt, baring his  chest. While I undress him, he places his two hands on my hips and  pushes me back until my knees meet the edge of the bed. He pushes me  down and I fall on top of the mattress, untucking his shirt as I go  down.

I feel the mattress shifting under his weight as he climbs on top of the  bed, and then he's on top of me, kissing me again. I push his shirt  down his arms, and then run my fingertips up and down his back; I feel  the ropes of muscles in his back, moving as he kisses me, and my heart  starts to drum a wild song of lust and decadence.

"I want you," I find myself saying, sliding my hand down his stomach and  finding the way to his belt. Unbuckling it, I pull it out of its loops  with a sudden movement and flatten the palm of my hand over his crotch;  his thick cock pulses against my fingers immediately, straining against  the fabric of his pants without enough strength to rip its way out.  Without even thinking about what I'm doing, I lace his waist with my  legs, and start to stroke him over his pants. My fingers are curled  tight-perhaps too much-around his shaft, and I stroke him viciously.

Moving like a tiger, he grabs my wrist and takes my hand off of his  cock. Pinning both my hands against the mattress, he presses his body on  top of mine, my dress hiking up to my waist. I thrust against him,  pressing my drenched pussy against his cock, and start to sway my hips.  Grinding, I feel his shaft pulsing with desire, and I wish I could  simply will my clothes away.         

     



 

Luckily, it's as if he can read my thoughts. With his mouth resting  against my neck, he kisses my skin while, using only one hand, he pulls  the straps of my dress down. The fabric droops over my arms, and  slightly easing the pressure of his body on mine, he yanks on my dress  as hard as he can. I hear a ripping sound, and then I feel the fabric  sliding almost too easily over my skin. He goes to his knees, still  between my legs, and tears the dress off of me, ripping it off as if he  was a savage.

In a fraction of a second, my heart starts to kick and punch against my  ribcage, and I can't help but undo the clasp on my bra hurriedly. I pull  it out and throw it somewhere far off, the cool air of the room lapping  at my hard nipples.

I half-expect him to simply lie down on top of me and go straight for my  tits, but that's not what he does. He remains kneeling between my legs,  and then brushes one fingertip against my thong. I shiver as he traces  the contour of my underwear, and then his finger starts a hike over my  stomach. He goes all the way up to between my tits and then, after a  moment's hesitation, he lets his finger go up the hill of my right  breast. Circling my nipple, he never actually touches it, preferring to  make me go completely mad before he really does anything.

What he doesn't know is that I'm already mad and desperate for him. As  such, I grab both his hands and force him to press them against my tits.  Exhaling sharply, that's exactly what he does, squeezing my mounds  eagerly and then pinching both my nipples at the same time. He pinches  them until a loud moan leaves my lips, and then he does it even harder;  reacting by instinct, I grab his wrists, but I don't stop him. I lay  here, panting and moaning while pain and pleasure poke holes in my  brain, the madness that fills my mind turning into pure insanity. I'm  unhinged, through and through.

"Fuck me," I blurt out, and I can almost feel a grin dawning on his face.

"You have to be a little more patient than that, Britt," he chuckles,  finally letting go of my nipples. I sigh loudly, and then he presses his  mouth right between my tits. He lays gentle kisses on the curves of my  breasts, and then finally wraps his lips around my right nipple. He  nibbles at it with his teeth, gently, and circles it with his tongue.  The more he kisses and sucks, the more I feel that familiar electric  buzz crackling under my skin.

Sucking on one nipple and caressing the other with his fingers, he  drives me to pleasure's cliff and throws me off of it. Like a whip,  pleasure snaps at my mind and I simply explode. Arching my back, I let  out one loud scream and it echoes in the room, bouncing off the walls  and coming back to haunt me. My body is boiling, and my brain is melting  away.

Riding the wave, he slides his lips down my stomach, and with both  hands, yanks on my thong. He pulls it against my outer thigh, and with  one strong movement, rips it off of me. The outer string buries itself  in my flesh and then, as if it were never there, it simply slides off.

Now that I'm completely naked and ready to be served, Ethan places his  hands on my inner thighs and forces me to spread my legs. I open them as  wide as I can, and he starts to kiss the skin around my pussy; as he  pulls back, my hands go straight to his hair and I try to make him dive  into me. He resists at first, only allowing the tip of his tongue to  part my drenched folds, but then he goes for it with a renewed spirit.  Fitting his mouth against my pussy, he starts to suck on my inner lips,  taking my fluids into his mouth; without wasting any time, he places two  fingers against my clit and starts to rub me there at the same time.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I push him against my pussy as fiercely  as I can, and I sway my hips from side to side. He devours me like a  man who hasn't seen a woman for decades, and his eagerness almost makes  my mind explode.

"You're so fucking delicious," he says as he comes up for air, but then  dives into me again. This time, his mouth and fingers trade places: he  wraps his lips around my clit, sucking on it, and slides his two fingers  inside of my pussy. He curls them upward in a hook motion and pushes  them into me harshly, only stopping when his fingertips are pressed  tight against my G-spot.

"And …  I'm …  All …  Yours … " I manage to say, not knowing if I should be  breathing or speaking. Raising my legs, I lace them behind his neck and  hold him in place, thrusting against his face as he sucks and fingers  me. I can already hear the sound of an incoming storm, and I'm more than  ready for it; since Ethan started fucking me, my stamina has improved  tremendously. And, let me tell you, I was already a high-energy girl.  But now …  Now I'm a goddess. And I'm a goddess that's about to come. "Oh,  fuck," is all that I can say, fireworks going off behind my eyelids  without any warning whatsoever.

My legs start to shake, and I have to take them out from behind his  neck. Letting go of his hair as well, I start to grab at the sheets,  bunching them as lightning and thunder consume me. We're just starting,  and I've already came twice; I like where this is going. Oh, if I get  this treatment every single day for the rest of my life, I'm going to be  the happiest woman on Earth.

"I want to taste you," I tell him, propping myself up on my elbows as he  goes up to his feet. I can't see him, but over the fabric of his tie, I  can see the contour of his figure moving. I hear him take off his  shoes, and then I hear the rustle of fabric as he drops down his pants  and boxer briefs. I sit down on the bed, ready to take him in my mouth,  but he sits down next to me.