Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(160)

"OH GOD, OH GOD!" I scream, raw ecstasy going through me. Harsh spasms  take over my pussy, and as it grips his cock like a vice, I start to  squirt. "OH FUCK!" I continue to scream, my own fluids dripping down my  legs and onto the sheets. Consulting and only semi-conscious, I collapse  on top of the mattress, breathing hard as the final waves of pleasure  crash against me.

Ethan followed after me, keeping his cock inside my pussy as I went  down. Only now that I'm finally spent, does he pull his cock out of me,  and he stands up on the bed. Knowing what I have to do, I roll to the  side and go up to my knees, opening my mouth as he strokes himself. I  look at the movement of his hand on his cock as if I were in a trance,  and when he starts to cum, he catches me with my guard down.

A thick strand of cum slaps me across the face, and then he starts to  gush a fountain of cum all over me. While he paints me in white, I stick  my tongue out and let him fill up my mouth, which he does in just two  seconds. When it's brimming, I simply swallow down and open it back up,  allowing him to give me another dose of his salty seed.

While he shoots his load all over, I rub my hands over my tits and start  to spread his cum over my skin, looking at him with a devilish  cum-coated grin on my face. Once his spasms finally subside, his knees  buckle and he goes down, kneeling right in front of me. Returning my  devil's grin, he leans into me and presses his mouth against mine; his  tongue takes my mouth by assault, and stealing it from me, he scoops up  his own cum. When he finally pulls back from our kiss, his grin is even  wider than before, and he swallows.

"You're a dirty, dirty boy, Mr. Woman Tamer" I purr, smiling as if I am the happiest woman on Earth. Which I might be.

"Look who's talking, Ms. Man Chaser," he shoots back, brushing his  fingers across my face. "And I like it that way, don't worry …  After all,  we're going to have a lifetime of dirtiness ahead of us." I smile at  him, letting that sink in. A lifetime together …  And, soon, we're going  to have a family. I don't know what else to ask for.

"I can't wait for it."





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Epilogue As Told By Brittney





I sit back on the couch and spread my legs wide. I'm wearing just a  light blue thong. One hand is underneath, desperately fingering my clit.  The other hand is twisting my nipples.

In front of me are two mirror images of Ethan. They're both coming toward me.

"You've already started without us, huh?" Ethan One asks me, giving me his trademark smirk.

"But you're going to end with us," Ethan Two says, picking up nicely. "I swear."

I've done this program maybe about half a dozen times and I never last  through it. Two big strong men like Ethan are about to have their way  with me.

I'll tell you right now what's going to happen, hun.

They're going to take off their boxer briefs. Then they're going to force me on all fours on the couch.

Ethan One is going to stand next to the edge of the couch and force me  to blow him. Ethan Two is going to slap my ass if I don't blow fast  enough while also taking time to bring his face lower and lick my ass.

Then Ethan Two is going to jam his cock in me as Ethan One keeps fucking my face.

By now, I'll have cum at least once, maybe twice.

They'll fuck every hole of mine. They'll DP me till I pass out from  pleasure. They'll cum all over me and leave me a quivering mass of  twitching flesh on the ground.

And then I'll take the nondescript looking glasses off and be transported back to my apartment.

Only this time, I don't get a chance to do any of that, because someone takes the glasses off of me.

"Hey!" I shout out.

And I realize that Ethan Kane-the real thing-is standing right in front of me.

"Figured you'd want me in the flesh?" he asks, a smirk, on his lips.

I smile at him and stand up.

I'm dressed casually, just yoga pants and a tank top. It's a Sunday and neither of us has work today. Thank God.         

     



 

I'm serious, hun. If you only knew the kind of year that we've had.

Oh, no, it wasn't bad at all. In fact it was several orders of magnitude better than great.

First, let's do the work bits.

So Conners Media and everything controlled by Simon Conners kind of blew  up after the disaster that was Times Square. As one of the largest  companies in the world of pornography began to implode, Ethan found  himself on the front seat. Illicit Entertainment began to start picking  up and buying pieces of Conners Media from the banks after they were  sold off.

The final death knell came when HawkeLane Media, the direct Internet sex  entertainment company run by Arsen Hawke and his wife purchased the  rest of the assets at fire sale prices and fired Simon Conners.

After that, Simon began to try and nurse his depression and spent six months blowing through millions of dollars.

I mean, he made even Ethan Hawke look frugal. But he was burning out.  Constantly strung out and finding no one who wanted to fuck his coked up  limp dick, he began to do more and more drugs. He got busted a few  times with massive amounts of cocaine possession. The busts were so big  that the authorities wondered how he was even still alive.

They stopped wondering six months ago when his body went into a  cocaine-induced overdose and he was found dead outside of his 3rd Avenue  apartment building.

He died poor. And alone.

I never learned how he found out about Robert until Cheryl approached me a few weeks after the Times Square matchup.

"I hope you know I had nothing to do with Robert and his untimely ending," she told me.

I looked at her, not believing her at first.

"His wife was inches away from killing him," she continued. "And when I  first went out there, it was mainly to do research and see what we could  do to pay him off or scare him."

I think I was a bit relieved when she told me this, but still a bit curious.

"Sure, we were probably going to scare him," Cheryl continued. "Like  have him wake up with a dead horse head in his bed like the Godfather or  something," she said.

I remember nodding, you know? As if this was the most normal thing in the world.

"But apparently my visit actually pushed her over the edge," Cheryl told  me. "The constant years of lying and cheating must have taken their  toll on the poor woman because literally one hour after I left, he came  home and she killed him."

"So you didn't kill Robert?" I asked, too happy to express myself.

Don't get me wrong; I'm glad that Robert is gone. But if it were because of me, I would have felt really horrible.

"No, but I helped her bury the body," Cheryl said to me with a deadpan  stare. "And if push came to shove, and I had to defend myself, there  would be no question."

I remember thinking maybe that was the best I could hope for.

And maybe to never fuck with Cheryl. Ever.

So that took care of Simon. And Robert. Now, a year later from when the  whole thing started I think I've turned a page in my life. That I've  moved on.

I look up at Ethan, who's staring at me and smirking as he looks at me, contented and sitting on the sofa.

"So," I say, looking up at him. "I think since you interrupted my little session, you might be owing me something."

"I thought we were waiting till the wedding?" he asks me, deadpanning.

I pout. He's right of course. Six months ago, as I was approaching my last trimester, Ethan proposed to me.

He told me he wanted to make an honest woman out of me before we got married.

I told him yes. I mean, come on, right? Why would I have doubts about marrying the man I love.

But I also told him I wanted to wait.

I wanted our daughter to be born first. And then have her at our  wedding. I wanted to share the happiest day of my life with everyone  that I loved, you know?

Plus, get a chance to work off all the pounds so I could still turn heads.

"You're right," I pout. Three weeks ago, we told each other that we'd  re-virginize ourselves and not have sex till our wedding night.

The only problem is, our wedding is still another seven days away.

I know, stop rolling your eyes, hun. You're probably asking yourself what's seven days without sex, huh?

Don't lie.

And just remember, seven days without sex may not seem like much, but  when you're living with the absolute hottest piece of man meat on the  planet, every minute feels like a month.

"You can do it, babe," Ethan says with a laugh and gets up as I stare at  his ass. "Besides, we can't get too crazy. Cheryl and Walter are  bringing Anna back from the park."

Anna. That's our little baby girl's name. She was 6 pounds and 3 ounces  when she came out and she's been the apple of her father's eye since  then. I've never in my life thought I'd see that day when Ethan Kane  began to change diapers.

But it's true.

Walter and Cheryl. That's another surprise that I never saw coming.  Turns out our assistants decided to follow the example that their bosses  set and get together as well. Who would have thought it, huh?

But they balance each other out. Cheryl is strong where Walter is  thoughtful. He'll come up with the plan and Cheryl will make sure its  executable.