I say nothing and simply nod, adrenaline raging through my veins. I have a pretty good idea about what’s going to happen now, and I can’t wait for it.
“Say it,” he orders me, his voice barely a whisper. I run my tongue over my lips, trying to look for the words inside my mind. God, I can barely think straight right now.
“You’re going to fuck me,” I finally manage to say, and a pleased smile dawns on his lips.
“That’s right, Brittney, I’m going to fuck you… And I’m going to fuck you very hard,” he whispers, tangling his fingers in my hair and forcing my head back. I gasp as I feel the pressure of his fingers, a pleasant warmness under my skin. I’m already wet, my pussy aching to feel him; since that first moment when I put on that little show for him, during the audition, I’ve been wanting more of him. I mean, with a cock like that, how could I not want more?
Leaning in, he presses his mouth against the soft skin on my neck and I tremble, a shiver going up my spine as I feel his lips. Then, letting go of my hair, he runs his fingers down to my shoulders and grabs at the halter of my dress; he pulls on the silver clasp, sending it down. The fabric droops over my chest and it falls to my waist, my chest rising and falling faster as I start breathing harder.
I can’t help but notice the subtle smile on his face as his eyes go straight to my breasts. Acting on his desires, he takes his hands to my back and pulls at the clasp on my bra. Still unable to move, I simply let anticipation float around inside my head as he pushes the bra down my arms, baring my breasts.
“You’re a really beautiful woman,” he says, his hands going to my breasts. Cupping them both at the same time, he squeezes gently, the warmness of his fingers spreading to my skin. “Ever since your little dance at the audition, I’ve wanted you,” he continues, his voice steady but filled with a tense eagerness.
“I’m here now,” I mutter, aching to feel his lips on mine. Even though desire is burning deep inside of me, I still find myself frozen in place; there’s a certain hardness in his eyes, one that tells me that he’s the one in charge. I’ve been with dominant and powerful men, but I’ve never met anyone that could convey all his power and dominance with just one look. Until now, that is.
“Yes, you are… And there’s no going back from this.” Just like that, he leans into me and crushes his mouth against mine. I surrender to his kiss and part my lips, sliding my tongue inside his mouth almost at once. Our tongues dance around one another, and he place his hands on my waist, pulling me into him. I go willingly, pressing my body against his as the wetness between my thighs continues to grow at an out of control pace.
Acting on impulse, I take my hand to between his legs and press it against his crotch. I start to kiss him wildly as I feel his desire pulsing against my fingers, his hard cock straining against his pants. I curl my fingers around his thick shape, grabbing him firmly, and that sets something off inside of him.
He pushes me back, and the moment my back touches the wall, he digs his fingers into my thighs and forces me to turn around. I gasp as I turn, placing both my hands on the wall at shoulder height. Moving fast, he slides one hand around my waist and presses his long fingers against my pussy, bunching up the front of my dress. I exhale sharply as I feel the pressure, a warm sweetness coating my nerve endings as I jut my ass back and press it against his crotch. His cock between my ass cheeks, I start to grind against him, stroking him over the fabric of our clothes using just my ass.
“Not an ounce of patience in you,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. He presses harder on my pussy, a violent electric thunder climbing up m
y spine, and I let out a subtle moan. I start to grind against him as if there is no humanity left inside of me; right now, I’m a feral animal guided by base instincts. And I just love it.
“Oh, God,” I find myself saying as Ethan flicks my thong to the side. Wasting no time, he runs one fingertip over my drenched folds and then stops on my clit, applying a maddening pressure there. “God,” I repeat, unable to find anything else to say. Electric sparks go from my clit to all my muscles, and then make their way toward my head, silencing whatever thoughts still float inside of it.
“God? No God in here but me,” he whispers against my ear, his words making me even more desperate to have his cock inside of me. Whenever I find myself with a man when I’m on a job, I never let desire take the reins… But with Ethan, that’s impossible.
Letting go of my clit, he runs his finger down my pussy again, and then simply hooks it in. I bite on my bottom lip as he pushes his finger past my folds, guiding it all the way in, and I press my forehead against the wall. With my eyes closed, I let a sweet madness take over me as he starts to move his finger in and out of me. I’m moaning now, the quivering sound of my voice echoing in the room.
“You’re moaning now,” he whispers, “but soon you’ll be screaming.”
“I’d like that,” I manage to say, and as soon as the last word leaves my lips, he takes his finger out of my pussy. He takes it to my mouth, and acting on instinct alone, I part my lips and let his finger in. Sucking it dry, I let my own fluids coat my tongue with my lustful flavor. Then, with no warning at all, he grabs me by the hips again and makes me turn to him.
With what seems like a growl, he runs his fingers through my hair once more, and forces my head back. His lips go straight to my neck, and he traces a downward line toward my breasts; the moment he goes over the curve of my right breast, he wraps his lips around my hard nipple and starts to suck on it. I exhale sharply, and taking the opportunity, he slides one hand of his under my dress. This time, he doesn’t flick my thong to the side: he grabs on it and pushes it down my legs, his movements filled with a kind of frantic anxiety.
I’m still kicking my thong off when he presses his hand against my bare pussy. His thumb goes straight to my clit, and at the same time, he pushes his index finger inside of my pussy again. Fingering me and punishing my clit, he continues to suck hard on my nipple, all the sensations blending into one another. It doesn’t take long for my moans to turn into one drawn out scream. God, if he can make me feel like this using only his fingers, I can’t imagine how good it will be once I push his pants down…
“We’re just getting started, Brittney… But I love the way you scream,” he tells me, and then starts to rub his thumb harder against my clit. This is a man who knows what he’s doing; his strokes are simple and effective, and it only takes a few seconds for my muscles to start tensing up. There’s a fire climbing up my throat, and I already hear the deep rumbling of thunder under my skin. “Let go… Come for me,” he continues, and just like that, I come undone.
Fire turns into a raging inferno, and thunder melts into it as I let out one violent scream. Pleasure rages through like a river after a flood, whispering promises of so much more as it goes through me. Grabbing his wrist, I hold his hand in place as I come, my pussy clamping around his fingers. I only let go of him when the spasms that have taken over my muscles finally start to subside.
“Now,” Ethan says, slowly sliding his finger out of my pussy, “it’s time to see what you can do.” I force my eyes open, and look into him, a devilish grin on his lips. “On your knees.” As if his words were magic, I find my knees buckling, and I go down as if God himself had cut the strings that kept me up. “Good girl.”
I don’t need instructions now; my hands move as if they have a mind of their own, and I rest my fingers on his waistline. Looking up at him and into his eyes, I unbuckle his belt, and slowly pull it out from its loops. Breathing deeply in order to steady my fingers, I finally start unbuttoning. My heart is pounding like a jackhammer, a wild anticipation taking over me. As I go on, button by button, his cock pushes against my fingers from under his boxer briefs. God, I can’t even take my eyes off of it.
Brushing one finger over his whole length, I only realize that I’ve stopped breathing when I finally find his waistline. I take one more deep breath, and hook my fingers on his boxers; pulling them down, I can’t help but bite down on my lower lips as his cock springs free, demanding all of my attention. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something quite like it; to say that it’s big would be putting it mildly. He has to be at least 12 inches long, and the thickness… Oh, God, I don’t even know how the hell I’m going to fit him in my mouth, let alone in my pussy.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asks me with a grin, grabbing his cock by the root and pointing it at my mouth. I lick my lips unconsciously, eager to feel him inside of my mouth.
“I do,” I whisper, and he responds by brushing his glans against my parted lips. Without saying anything else, I open my mouth wide, and just like that, he shoves his whole cock inside of my mouth. My eyelids droop as I feel his inches rolling over my tongue, going straight to the back of my throat. Somehow, my lips touch the skin around the base of his cock; it’s not easy, but I push through, fitting all his length inside of my mouth. I slide out then, my lips sliding over his shaft as I curl my fingers around it. When Ethan places both his hands on top of my head, I’m lost. I start to bob my head back and forth, surrendering to the whirlwind of pleasure inside of me. I never thought I’d take this much delight in sucking someone’s cock.
My head moves at a steady rhythm, but that doesn’t seem to be enough for Ethan. Grabbing me by the hair, he holds my head in place and he starts to thrust, fucking my tight mouth as if he were doing to my pussy. I do nothing but submit to the way his shaft rolls between my lips, the wet sound of it blanketing every single thought inside my head. For just a fraction of a second, I imagine him cumming in my mouth; somehow, I just know that he holds a raging river of cum just for me. But instead of doing what my imagination worked up, he does the opposite. He slides his cock out of my mouth suddenly, and pulls me up to my feet.
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.