Although, if you actually come within 40 feet of me, I don’t think you’d care one way or the other, babe. That’s because your clothes would already be in a fucking heap on the ground. You’d be wiggling out of your panties and spreading your legs to entice me.
I’m fucking serious. All it would seriously fucking take is for me to be in the same 50-foot radius as you.
That’s not me being fucking arrogant. That’s not me being an asshole. That’s just me telling you the fucking facts. Because there’s only one thing that my 6’ 3” body, with it’s sculpted definition that would make the Greek God Apollo fucking jealous, it’s hard-as-steel biceps, it’s broad shoulders, it’s massively defined pecs, it’s 8-pack abs, is going to do when unleashed on your body. There’s only one result when you look into my deep cobalt-blue eyes, rugged face with its strong jawline. There’s only one conclusion when you feel the strength of my muscles as they wrap around you, protect you, soothe you, and caress you. As every fiber in my body works together to fuck you, only one thing will happen.
You will fucking cum.
You’ll cum so fucking hard you’ll probably black out. You’ll be in a fucking sex haze for days. You won’t walk straight. You’ll have a deliciously sweet and good feeling of soreness that’ll make you wet just thinking about why you’re sore. You’ll lose track of fucking time. You’ll be pushed into paradise. You’ll be in orbit.
Because you’ll never have had, or will have, another fuck like the one I’ll give you. I fucking promise you that.
The thing is, I’ll have told you beforehand that while we fuck, you’re going to have to remember what I do to you—because afterwards, I’ll be out. Like a thief in the night. Sure, we’ll part ways amicably. But I’ll tell you this before I even fucking touch you. You’ll be so desperate to get your hands on me you won’t even care at that point. You’ll say yes to anything. Fuck, you won’t even realize till you wait by the phone the next day, wondering dreamily of when I’m going to call you only to realize that I’m not.
And that’s when you’re gonna start getting clingy. That’s when you’re going to find out that we had fun, and we had some good fucking memories, but all of a sudden you want more.
You want not just the body, but the fucking soul of Ethan Kane. You want me waking up next to you in the morning. You want to go for walks along the beach with me. You want to move into my multi-million dollar One57 penthouse in the skies of New York City. You want the billionaire bad boy. But you want him all for yourself. Fucking tamed.
Not gonna fucking happen in this lifetime, babe. Sorry. But I will have already told you that. I’ll have given you my entire vision. Its not my fault you were too fucking horny, dripping wet and ready to fuck, to pay attention.
“Oh Daddy, fuck me harder,” Carla moans, and I fucking oblige her. She’s not the cutest, but she’s got the face of a porn star, that’s for sure. She’s got a nice ass, and some solid tits. Definitely good for an afternoon fuck. Let’s put it like this, I got her bent over and she’s moaning my name, calling out to God in various languages as her pussy is contracting around my cock. I can tell she’s cumming and that she’s cumming hard. I can feel her body go limp, and I reach my hands over to hold her in place as I put in my last couple of thrusts.
Fuck, this is going to be a lot of fucking cum. I can tell already. Not for anything that Carla’s doing. But because my balls are the size of fucking tennis balls. I haven’t jerked off all fucking day.
“Argh!” I roar savagely as I feel the beginnings of my orgasm build up. My nuts tighten up and a jolt of electricity is shooting from my cock all the way up my spine.
I pull out and rip the condom off in one smooth flourish. You can barely even see it and that’s the fucking point. I turn Carla over with one arm and she turns willingly, a hungry look in her eye as she sinks down to her knees in front of my cock.
That’s right baby. Ju
st like that. Come to fucking Daddy.
Carla looks at me with eyes clouded by lust and opens her mouth wide. She sticks out her tongue and I can’t control myself anymore. Just the wild abandon in this woman. The sheer depravity of the situation is too much for me. Just how fucking wrong it is. So fucking taboo. So fucking delicious.
I exhale and grunt as I fucking cum.
Shivers of pleasure wrack my body as thick, white ropes of cum shoot out. It hits her face and chin before she repositions herself and gets the remaining shots directly on her tongue and mouth.
I groan lewdly as she brings her mouth over and wraps her lips around my head, giving me a final couple of sucks.
My eyes roll back.
And that's when I hear it.
“Cut!” the sharp call of the director.
I open my eyes.
Carla is on her feet. She looks to me as she wipes her mouth with a towel. “That was fantastic, Ethan,” she says to me. “Only, I wish we had a chance to do it in private.”
I shrug. What can I say? I’m a busy fucking guy, and no way I’m going to make special time for an employee.
“Good luck with the rest of your shoots today, babe,” I tell her, and she smiles at me as I turn away.
Yeah, I know, you don’t need to tell me that she’s still looking. She’s staring at my naked ass. Wondering if there’s anything she can say.
“Ethan?” she calls out. Told you.
I turn around.