Kicking off his shoes, he steps out of both his pants and underwear. My fingers moving by instinct, I grab his shirt and pull on it, forcing the buttons to pop out in a harsh sequence. Once I push his shirt down his arms, I take one step back to take in the glorious sight of the naked man in front of me. Even God couldn't make him any more perfect than he is; his muscles seem to have been carved out by a Renaissance master, each curve and ridge carefully drawn on muscle and skin. I just want to lean into him, run my tongue between his abs and taste every single inch of him. If I had to pick just one word to describe him, I know what it would be: delicious.
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.
"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.
"I want you inside of me," I pant, trying to reach for his cock. He doesn't even give me the time for it; pulling back, he grabs his own member and pushes its tip against my pussy. I half-expect him to simply ram it inside of me, but he keeps rubbing his glans against my drenched folds. Up and down, up and down, each time he flicks his cock the flames of lust growing fiercer inside of me. "Please," I say, the word coming out with a drawl. As if he wanted me to beg, only now does he thrust; with one curt movement of his hips, his shaft pushes past my inner lips and goes all the way in.
Without a pause, he starts to slide his cock in and out of me at a relentless pace, each thrust of his sending waves of pleasure through my body. As his hips slap my ass, my whole body sways; the cutlery still on top of the table rattles and jumps down, hopping all the way to the edge before finally tumbling.
"It feels … It feels so … " I don't even know what I want to say. It feels good and it feels heavenly; it's all those things, and it's more than that. I can hardly believe that only now I've met a man capable of making me feel something like this. It wouldn't be such a big surprise if I was a virgin girl, still a foreign to lust, but I'm none of that.
"Fucking amazing. It feels fucking amazing," he completes my sentence, his rhythm not faltering as he speaks.
"Yes … Yes, it does … " I moan out loud as I thrust back against him, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the whole room. I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and he tangles his fingers in a few stray locks. Turning his hand sideways, he yanks on my hair and starts to thrust even harder; it seems that, no matter how hard he goes, there's still something extra inside of him.
Grabbing my tits while he rocks his body against me, he lays his mouth on my neck and gently bites at my skin. I moan and close my eyes, a pleasant buzz crawling under my skin. Each thrust of his forces me to moan louder, and it doesn't take long for my moans to turn in a violent scream. I feel my throat growing raw from the effort, but he keeps on fucking me with raw intensity.
Even though I'm barely moving, there are beads of sweat forming on my forehead, a few stray hairs plastered to my flushed skin.
"Oh, God, oh, God," I repeat over and over again, the sound of his body hitting mine like a counterpoint to the sound of my voice. Adding to the melody, he suddenly slaps my ass. I feel the open palm of his hand hitting my flesh, and a sharp pain darts across my body to my brain. I scream, and he smacks me again, this time harder. "More!" I hiss through gritted teeth, and he obliges. His hands fall heavy on me, and even though I should be in pain, all that I feel is ecstasy.
Coming from a dark corner of my mind, I hear a tenuous whisper: don't forget what's your real purpose that insidious voice seems to say. Don't forget the reason why you're here, it goes on and on, nagging me and trying to make me feel guilty. But I don't care about reasons or purposes; right now, the only thing I care about is the massive cock buried inside my pussy.
"Oh, fuck!" I cry out loud as he goes around my waist with one hand and presses down on my clit. He circles steadily, matching the pace of his thrusts, and I have no other option but to succumb to an avalanche of pleasure.
Electricity burns its way through my muscles, making my whole body tense up as a nocked arrow. All that energy gathers under my skin, and just a heartbeat after that, it goes free. It's as if I'm being hit by lighting while there's a fire at my feet; all my nerve endings are busy, and I have to struggle to hold on to consciousness. Is there such a thing as too much pleasure? Before today, I never considered it, but now I think it might be possible.