Mr. President 2(74)
His lips curl into a grin, and the next thing I know, he’s on me. He pushes me back until my ass is pressed against the edge of the table; using one arm, he throws everything on top of it to the floor. The plates and glasses all go tumbling down onto the floor, but he doesn’t even seem to care. With both of his hands under my ass, he lifts me up and sits me on top of the table, and I immediately part my legs so that he fits between them. Moving as if he were in a hurry, he grabs my hair with one hand, and with the other, he grabs his cock and presses it against my pussy. I let out one loud moan at once, my heart beating anxiously.
“Beg,” he utters, his word like a whip directed at my mind. I place my hands on his firm ass, feeling the curve of his ass cheeks, and try to pull him in and force him to fuck me.
“Fuck me, Ethan… Fuck me now,” I beg, just like he told me to. To be honest, I’m not doing it because he ordered me… I’m doing it because I really, really want him to fuck me. I need it more than I need air to breathe.
“Such a filthy mouth,” he says with a grin, and then he finally thrusts. I throw my head back as I feel his thickness parting my drenched folds and straining against my inner walls on the way in. A scream bubbles up on my lips, and I let it explode on the room, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and back to me. With my fingers digging into his ass cheeks, I urge him to start thrusting, and that’s exactly what he does. He starts to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me at a growing pace.
When his rhythm becomes so fast I can barely think, I let go of his ass and lean back on top of the table, supporting myself with my elbows. His hands go straight to my tits, and he squeezes them harshly as he fucks me, his long fingers going over the curve of my breasts and pressing down on my aching nipples.#p#分页标题#e#
“Faster… Faster…” I whimper, even though he’s already going fast. Even so, he somehow manages to go even faster than before, his cock going in and out of me so fast I can’t even tell when it’s coming or going. Not that it matters anyway; what matters is that we’re fucking. Finally—I can’t tell you how much I wanted this to happen. I know I’m walking on ice here; Ethan is supposed to be a target, and all this is nothing more than a job. A job I had to take because I was forced into taking it, but that doesn’t make it any less of a job. If anything, it just makes it more important for me to succeed. But what if I’m having fun? It’s not like that’s going to hurt me, right? Right?
“You’re so fucking tight,” Ethan says, more to himself than to me. It’s true; even though I’ve had my fair share of men, I remain as tight as any inexperienced woman, but with the benefit of actually being an experienced one. I just don’t know if I’ll remain this tight after he’s done with me… Because, hell, I’ve never been with someone who has a cock as massive as the one ravaging me right now. But if that’s what it takes, I’m more than willing to pay the price. Oh, you can take that to the bank.
“Don’t…” Don’t stop, that’s what I want to tell him. But the words die in my throat as another violent scream takes their place. As if my blood was turning into concrete, my muscles tense up all at once and an explosion goes off inside my head. Tiny incessant spasms take over my body and I start to tremble and convulse, my head thrown back in ecstasy as I come. “Fuck, fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my soul burning up. I don’t think I have ever felt this much pleasure in my life. I don’t know if it’s because of his big cock, or because he knows what he’s doing… But, hell, Ethan sure is a gift from the heavens.
As the waves of pleasure start to recede, I finally manage to open my eyes. Smiling, I look up at him and there’s that grin again. We’re just getting started, it seems to say. My insides clench as, looking into his eyes, I realize that it’s the truth: we’re just getting started.
Ethan slides his cock out of me, and flowing from one motion to the other, he grabs at my dress, now hanging limply on my waist. He pulls it down my legs, and then throws it on the ground. He looks down at my heels, and I see a flicker of lust burning in his eyes: the heels will stay, then.
Without a word, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me down from the table. He turns me around then, and I place both of my hands in front of me for support. At the same time, he laces my waist with one arm and pulls me into him. I let myself be guided by his movements, and immediately feel his cock pressed tight between my ass cheeks. I thrust back at him, and moving wildly, start to grind against his shaft as if I were a woman possessed.