“I find that hard to believe, Ethan,” I tell him, looking around the room. Two of the walls are floor-to-the-ceiling mirrors, and I see no other reason but sex for having something like that mounted here. Wherever I’m looking, I can see my reflection staring back at me, and I can already imagine how amazing it must be to fuck him while I watch everything unfold from all angles.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he grins, “but no. I never got around to using that mirror…”
“We have to fix that,” I tell him, grinning back at him.
“We do.” As the air grows electric and heavy around us, he places his hands on my shoulders and runs them to my waist. Grabbing at my blouse, he moves fast and pulls it over my head, forcing me to raise my arms. His hands go back to my hips, and then he forces me to turn on my heels; turning around, I reach for his desk and plant my hands on the flat surface. He wastes no time, and goes straight for the clasp between my shoulder blades; with a quick flick of his fingers, he opens my bra and pushes it down my arms. I sigh heavily as I feel the cups drooping over my tits, and then he simply yanks the bra off of me.
As I exhale sharply, he rests both of his hands over my breasts, squeezing them eagerly. My flesh molds to his fingers, and a shiver goes up my spine as I feel his fingers running over my hard nipples. Then, one of his hands slides down to my stomach, and he slowly lowers it until it finds the place where skin meets skirt. He slides his fingers underneath it, and cups my pussy almost too harshly. I gasp, an electric discharge going from his fingers to my pussy and igniting a frenzy inside of me.
Instinct slapping away my rational mind, it then sits behind the wheel. Acting in an almost unconscious way, I take my hands to my lower back and grab the zipper on my skirt, pulling all the way down. He reacts by pushing his body against mine, and I have no option but to place my fingers on the table top again; then, acting like a hungry beast, he pushes my skirt down my legs and presses his thick shaft between my ass cheeks, my thong the only barrier between us.
Without waiting to see what he wants, I thrust back against his cock, rocking my hips. Grinding against him, I feel his shaft pulsing against my ass, and the desire to have him fuck me trumps almost everything else.
“Fuck me, Ethan,” I pant, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. “Use me however you want.”
“That’s exactly what I intend to,” he whispers against my ear, and then nibbles at the skin on my neck. He places both of his hands on my hips, and then his lips start to trace a downward line down my back. When his mouth meets my thong, he bites down on it and starts to peel it off of me. My skin prickles as he pulls the string out from between my ass cheeks, and then pushes it down all the way to the floor, where it falls in a wet heap on top of my skirt.
Now on his knees, Ethan places one forearm across my lower back and forces me to lean forward. I do it willingly, supporting myself on my elbows as he dives into me, wrapping his full lips around my drenched folds. He attacks me viciously, sucking on my inner lips and lashing out at them with his tongue. Working furiously, he presses his whole mouth against him, and opening it wide, starts to jab with his tongue.
I’m already breathing hard, but when he places two fingers right above my clit and starts to rub on it, my hard breathing turns into a sequence of harsh moans. Punishing my pussy and clit with wild precision, he sets fire to my mind, the first whispers of ecstasy echoing inside my head.
“Yes, keep going…” I moan, barely able to get the words out. “Eat me out, Ethan… My pussy is yours,” I continue, the words forming in my mouth before my brain even has the time to process them. As he keeps on sucking, I feel a pressure mounting inside of me, and before I can prepare myself for the impending explosion, it simply happens.
I hiss through my gritted teeth as my muscles start to twitch, an electric current going through me as if I were hit by lightning. My heart is no longer pumping blood, but endorphins; I can almost feel them raging through my veins, consuming everything in their path and soaking my brain into an ocean of lust and pleasure.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, thrusting back against his mouth as hard as I can. Holding me by the hips, he pushes his face against my pussy, and the pressure between my thighs becomes almost unbearable. Without even allowing for my orgasm to run its course, he takes his fingers off of my clit, and turning his hand around, slides them inside of my pussy. He goes straight to my G-spot, applying just the right amount of pressure for my moans to turn into a sudden scream.
As he builds up a second orgasm on top of the first one, he takes his mouth off my pussy and runs his tongue over my crack. He only stops when he meets my asshole, and then he presses his mouth against it.