Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(167)

"My turn," I tell him, pulling back from our kiss and running my tongue  between my lips. I place both my hands on his chest and push him back,  driving him across the living room. Grabbing his arm, I force him to sit  down in his oversized (really, must everything about Danny be this big)  sofa and then climb on his lap, straddling him. With both hands on his  shoulders, I pull his jacket down his arms and then start unbuttoning  his shirt, patiently taking care of each button.

Anticipation builds inside of me as my knuckles brush against his ripped  muscles on the way down and, as I bare his perfect eight-pack, I feel a  violent urge dancing in my mind. I untuck the rest of his shirt and  push it down his arms in a hurry; then I move my hands from his waist to  his chest, feeling every hard curve of his chiseled chest. I didn't  think I could become wetter, but I guess I was wrong about that.

Yanking on his hair, I lean in to kiss him again, my tits pressed tight  against his pectorals. He takes his hands to my ass, squeezing my cheeks  as I start swaying my hips, moving my pussy up and down the length of  his shaft. Even though he still has his pants on, I can already tell  that I'm in for a treat.

Grinding against him as hard as I can, I then force myself to roll to  the side. My hands dart straight to his waist, and I take care of his  belt as fast as I can, unbuckling it and pulling it out from its loops  with a sudden movement. Breathing hard, I remove the top button on his  pants and then, as slowly as I can, start unzipping his fly. His cock  strains against his boxer briefs as if it has a life of its own, pushing  against the back of my hand with a fierceness that makes me bite on my  lower lip in excitement. Fate threw a chance (or shall I say a cock?)  like this at me, and I'm not letting it go to waste.

Hooking my fingers on his pants, I push them down his legs as he kicks  off his shoes, and then I take a couple of seconds to marvel at the  perfect man sitting by my side. If you've ever seen him on TV you  already know that Danny is handsome and ripped as only a few men can be,  but you wouldn't believe how truly gorgeous he is like this, only in  his boxer briefs …  I hope I don't have an aneurysm when I see him  completely naked. I'm a bit afraid it might be too much for my innocent  little brain to handle. But, oh well, what's life without risk?

Locking eyes with him, I curl my fingers around the hem of his boxer  briefs and then I tug them down as violently as I can. His cock springs  free at once, as huge as I thought it would be. I'm thinking thirteen  inches, ladies. And the thickness …  Christ on a bike, he could use his  cock as a baseball bat. I figure that if he ever grows tired of football  he can probably make it as a baseball player.

"Like what you see?" he asks me, pushing his boxers down his legs. I open my mouth to reply, but I have no idea what to say.

"I love it," I tell him, settling for the truth. "It's …  It's huge!" I  cry out, reaching for his gigantic cock and curling my fingers around  it. Its warmness spreads to my fingers and travels all the way to my  pussy, a burning need to impale myself on his long inches raging inside  of me. But there's something I must do first; I need to taste him.

Never taking my eyes out of his, I start flicking my wrist, stroking him  at a steady pace. My hand goes up and down in hypnotic strokes and,  when I realize what I'm doing, I'm already leaning toward him.

I part my lips and stop just before my mouth is on him; I use my tongue  to touch the tip of his cock, and I close my eyes as I feel his salty  warmness against me. I run my tongue in circles and then, unable to  resist him a second longer, I go further down and wrap my lips around  his tip.

There's no other way to put it: he tastes amazing, just like a real man  should. Slowly, I start rolling my lips down his shaft, only stopping  when I feel his tip pressed against the back of my throat. He's so big  that my lips aren't even touching the skin on the root of his cock. If  he thrusts right now I seriously think he'd kill me.

I close my eyes then, savoring him; I start to bob my head up and down  and, at the same time, I place one hand between his legs and cup his  balls. Much like his cock, they also come in XL size; in my small hands,  they feel like tennis balls.

"Fuck, that's good," Danny groans, placing both his hands on top of my  head and guiding my movements. I let him take the lead, using the  pressure of his fingers on my scalp like my map. Picking up the pace, I  go so fast that the muscles in my neck start cramping up; lucky for me,  he tangles his fingers in my hair and makes me stop moving. Then,  without taking a break, he starts to thrust, pistoning his cock into my  mouth and-no other way to put it-fucking it hard.         

     



 

"Let's see if … " he breathes out, pushing my head back and making his  cock pop out of my mouth with a wet sound, "...your pussy is as tight as  your mouth." With that, he grabs me by the hand and pulls me on top of  him. Before I can even react, he grabs his cock and starts brushing it  against my soaked pussy. He rubs its tip up and down the length of my  pussy and then feeds one inch of it into me; I let out one wild scream,  and I'm only reacting to his thickness.

His shaft strains against my insides, pushing my inner walls back and  stretching me so wide that I doubt I'll ever be the same. Slowly, he  starts sliding his whole length inside of me, only stopping when all of  it is buried deep.

"Oh, God," I moan, my insides burning so fiercely that it feels like I'm  breathing in smoke and my heart is pumping ashes through my veins. I  can't even open my eyes, and breathing feels like a chore. When he  starts to thrust …  Oh, when he starts to thrust that fire grows into a  raging inferno, each stroke of his cock like a bomb going off inside of  me.

When my mind finally starts working again, I start swaying my hips,  trying to match his rhythm. It doesn't take long for him to stop  thrusting and allow me to take the lead. And that's exactly what I do;  with both arms thrown over his shoulders, I ride him as if my life  depends on it. I go as fast as I can, and beads of sweat are already  forming on my forehead, a stray lock of hair plastered to my skin.

"I was wrong," he groans, placing both hands on my ass and feeling the  flowing way with which I move my body, "your pussy is even tighter than  your mouth." His voice climbs inside my ears and flies past my eardrums,  caressing my brain like sweet venom. And that does it for me; throwing  my head back, I grit my teeth and hiss like a mad woman, coming for the  second time tonight.

That fire inside of me spreads from my loins to every extremity in my  body, consuming everything in its wake. It feels like a sharp needle is  stabbing every single one of my nerve endings. I never felt something  like this. His cock is not only gigantic, it's magical as well, it  seems.

"Tired already, babe?" he asks me, tucking that stray lock of hair over  my ear. I make the effort to open up my eyes and, with a sly grin, I  just roll to the side and lay down on the couch, spreading my legs wide.

"What do you think?" I tease him, sliding one hand down from between my  tits and moving it straight to my clit. Using only two fingers, I start  rubbing it as I bite on my lower lip, inviting him in.

"Good girl," he whispers, placing his body on top of mine. Grabbing his  cock, he pushes it down until its tip is against my pussy. This time he  doesn't tease me; no, he goes straight for the kill, sheathing his cock  in me up to the hilt. I gasp as he does it, crossing my legs on his  lower back and my arms around his neck. My fingers are digging into his  shoulder blades, but he doesn't even seem to notice; he just keeps on  thrusting, fucking me as if we only have minutes to live. His movements  are so fast and vicious that I'm not sure if I'll be able to walk  tomorrow. But who cares? Right now my only concerns can be summed up in  one simple word: pleasure.

"Harder," I whisper against his ear and, obedient, he starts to thrust  with such a fury that even my bones seem to be rattling. He pounds me so  hard that, even though I'm just lying down, beads of sweat start  sliding down my forehead.

I open my mouth to scream, but all that leaves my lips is a faint croak  of ecstasy; I come like that, barely able to utter a sound. My muscles  start to twitch, and I bury my fingernails so deep in his flesh that  it's a wonder I'm not drawing blood.

"You're …  You're … "

"Amazing, I know," he completes my sentence, softly kissing me as he pulls out.

"Yes, that's the word," I smile, suddenly feeling so spent that smiling  is the only thing I can do. Without another word, he goes up to his feet  and picks me up from the couch. Carrying me in his arms, he crosses the  living room and goes up the stairway; in the upper floor of his  apartment, he goes straight for the bedroom, gently placing me down on  the mattress.