Jada elbows me. “May I introduce my roommate and friend, Jada Cruz. Jada, this is Ethan Stone.”
“My pleasure, any friend of Riley is a friend of mine.” Ethan’s blue eyes suddenly becoming iridescent as the light flashes against them and he gives Jada a smile like she is the only woman in the room. Talk about being a charmer. “And by the way Jada, you look absolutely ravishing in red.”
He gives her a wink, squeezes my hand and retreats back to his table
“The man makes me swoon, Riley. That’s one dude worth fighting for,” Jada blurts out.
“I told you the man’s trouble.”
I can’t help but chuckle, because Ethan has the same impression on me.
For the rest of the evening Ethan and I play a game of cat and mouse with our eyes and by dinner’s end I detect that all too familiar pulsing within my slit.
I mean, my panties are freaking soaked. The man makes me wet every time he is around. Jeez, what power does he have over me?
Dinner finally ends and the band immediately breaks out into dance music. I notice a number of models and starlets rushing over to Ethan and taking turns with him on the dance floor. A pang of jealousy sweeps over me, but I resolve not to ask him to dance. If Ethan wants to dance he will have to come to me.
Jada and I wander about, downing champagne and chatting to a number of designers. I receive numerous compliments about my dress. Somehow, without even looking, I can feel Ethan’s eyes trailing me around the room, causing me to smile to myself. He may act all cool and disinterested, but I know he can’t take his eyes off me.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Ethan appears by our side. He seizes Jada’s arms. “Can I have this dance, Jada?”
Jada looks at me and I shrug my shoulder.
Why the heck is he dancing with Jada and not me? Has she caught his eye?
Ethan expertly spins her around the dance floor. Jada’s eyes are glued to his and I can see that my friend is on cloud nine, looking as if she is ready to swoon. I watch as they start chatting. Jada’s laughing and blushing like I have never seen her before.
What are they finding to talk about, he just met her?
I won’t lie to myself, I am jealous and feeling a bit forlorn, so I flop into a nearby chair. After a few songs, Ethan escorts Jada back to where I am seated. Without warning, he grips my hand and tugs me onto the dance floor, not bothering to even ask.
“Riley, dear sweet Riley. You are looking sensational.”
“Thank you, you are not looking too shabby yourself, dude.”
“So how have you been?”
“I have been great. So many wonderful things have happened in a short space of time,” I coo, flashing my hair. “By the way, I got that contract I was running to when we met and jobs have just been pouring in ever since. I can hardly keep up.”
“Bravo… I knew you could do it.” Ethan draws me closer towards him until our faces are almost touching.
“Thank you, Ethan. But why the hell haven’t you called me even once? I felt really bad that after one date you just ditched me totally. That wasn’t very nice.”
His eyes soften and lips part, almost in a kiss. “I have been busy and I didn’t want to monopolize your time.”
“You wouldn’t have, Ethan.”
“My dear, you are a sweet young girl and a man like me calling and being around would only complicate your life.”
“A telephone call isn’t my idea of complication. I should slap your face,” I hiss, my anger brewing.
“Then go ahead. Do it right now…right here.” He raises my hand and places it against his cheek. ‘Slap me, Riley. Go ahead; do it.”
I pull my hand back to my side. “You are something else, Ethan.”
“And so are you, Riley.”
“Then stop treating me like I’m a child. I am twenty-one years old. I’m a woman…. Young, but legal.”
“Yes I know the pussy is legal, but you are a virgin. There, I said it.”
I drop me eyes and my face turn red. “What did you say, Ethan?”
“You are a virgin, Riley. You are an innocent flower. I don’t want to take away your innocence.”
“How … how did you know?” I stammer.
“Need I remind you that my fingers strayed between your legs?”
I blush up a storm, eyes drifting to the ground. “Oh…so that’s why you have been staying away. So what if I am a virgin? How does that make me less of a woman?”
“I am a man of this world. I have strong desires…deep, dark desires that you cannot fulfill.”
“You never know, Ethan. You of all people should know never to judge a book by the cover.”
Ethan lets out a laugh. I gaze around the tent and all eyes are peering at us on the dance floor, watching our every move.
I don’t give a damn. Let them stare.
We dance for a while longer, before Ethan returns me to where Jada is sitting. “Nice meeting you Jada. Take good care of Riley for me,” he says and nods, before heading off towards another group.
“You have to admit the guy is something.” Jada looks on admiringly at Ethan’s ass.
“Yes he is, but he is a conceited prick and so full of himself. I think I hate him.”
“No you don’t, Riley. No you don’t.”
We get up and head back towards the mansion. The evening has cooled somewhat and I am enjoying the Caribbean breeze caressing my face. How I wish it was you, Ethan. Jada and I say our goodbyes and kiss each other on the cheek. I strip off my clothes and hop into bed in just my underwear. I am not in the mood for a nightgown tonight. I can still feel Ethan’s hands on me; His hot breath against my face.
My sex is pulsing. I am in lust.
A gentle knock on the door disturbs my train of thought. I jump up in my undies and pull it open. What has Jada forgotten now?
But standing outside my door is the man himself, Ethan Stone. I hustle back inside, trying to cover myself with my hands. Ethan walks slowly over to me but I jump on the bed between the sheets, finally feeling secure. “Ethan, what are you doing here in my room?” I ask incredulously.
“I came to say goodnight,” he says in that cool, detached manner of his.
All my proper senses are telling me to ask him to leave. But when he looks at me with those sensual eyes, my lips remain silent. “Riley, sweet innocent Riley,” Ethan’s voice comes out in a raspy, lustful tone. He reaches over and cups my cheeks. I draw closer, my body still buried under the sheets.
He is facing me now, his towering, bulky frame beside me. I can feel his hot breath… his scent is overwhelming.
My knees are weak, my defenses torn down.
I am at the mercy of Ethan Stone.
Ethan effortlessly pulls me closer. His eye are greedily drinking in the view in front of my and he runs his tongue along his bottom lips. His breathing is ragged, blowing hot against my face. Then his lips seek mine and their crush turns my knees to jelly and I feel a sensation that unlocks the core of my sensuality. An electric current courses throughout my body.
I moan his name but the words are drowned out by his brutal lips crushing mine. My tormented groan begging him to continue.
Ethan’s tongue forces my lips apart and snakes forward to claim its prize. My tongue meets his and together they dance a tango. The man is a master at kissing, turning that simple act into an art-form and I am weak and limp with desire. His tongue strokes mine gently, then faster. I nibble at his tongue and his eyes widen as if taken aback by my forwardness.
A virgin, it seems, should be coy.
Tortured moans squeeze past my lips and I try and bite back a whimper, but to no avail. “Oh my god, oh my god,” I groan, my voice heavy with sexual heat and my body writhing in the throes of ecstasy. He blows a hot breath in my ear and then pants my name. Ethan is making hungry sounds in the back of his throat. He sounds feral, brutish in his heat.
Ethan finally pulls his lips off mine, leaving me breathless and panting. I don’t want his k
isses to stop. I have always heard woman say that that it’s all in the kiss and that a kiss speaks a thousand words. In any language that was a hell of a speech.
Slowly he pulls the cover away from me. His eyes wide and scary as he scans my thick, curvy body and look of lust and satisfaction crease his handsome face. “You are absolutely gorgeous, Riley,” His voice sounds coarse and foreign, but like music to my ears.
“Thank you.” I hear myself reply meekly. So is this it? Is this the night I lose my virginity?
Ethan’s hand reaches over and gently strokes my tummy, causing a torrent of electrodes to dart from within. It’s as if a hot iron is burning my flesh, driving my temperature gauge up to the maximum. I tense, as his fingers drift downwards. He stops at my navel and his fingers explore that sensitive canal, causing my hips to almost jerk off the bed.
A lusty feeling of warmth steals over me, shame and desire mingled hot in my throat. All my life I have been waiting for this magical moment and now that it appears almost here I am trembling with passion but also in fear. They say the first time is painful and judging from the bulge in Ethan’s pants he is blessed with a big prick that should stretch my insides.
What if his dick is too big and I can’t take it. Darn, now that would be embarrassing seeing that I boasted about being grown woman now.
Ethan furiously unbuttons his shirt, no, more like tear them off. His rippling muscles and rock hard abs have me creaming in my panties. My inexperienced fingers shyly caress his chest, enjoying the feel of its iron like casting.
Ethan unbuckles his belt, pulling his pants over his legs before casting them aside. Even in the dim light, I can make out his massive organ.
His prick is huge, pink and thick with a large head like a mushroom. The sight of such a monster drive fear into my heart and my body trembles in apprehension. Not that I have seen many pricks in my life, but from watching porn and talking to my friends, I can tell that Ethan is built like a freaking horse.
Can that monster fit into my little virgin slit?
I want to stroke his shaft, to feel it pulse in my fingers, but I am a scared.
“Don’t be scared, Riley. It won’t bite you,” he says, as if reading my mind. Ethan takes my hand and guides it to his prick, placing my fingers around it. My hands can barely encircle the head. I feel it throbbing in my fingers, uncoiling like a boa constrictor.
He lets out a groan, as I pump his tool back and forth. My goodness, it is getting even bigger. Man alive.
It seems I have pushed Ethan over the edge. Whatever reservation he may have had about sex with me appears to have disappeared, since he pushes me down on the bed and begins kissing my neck. His hot mouth on my sensitive area causes a tremor throughout my body and I feel another trickle between my legs. I am dripping wet with desire.
“Ethan… oh my god, Ethan,” there is a quiver in my voice, as I drift towards the clouds. Spurred on by my reactions, he gently nibbles on my jugular and I have to bite my lips to prevent myself from screaming. No man has ever done that before. I had to idea that vein could yield such incredible sensations.
His lips trail downwards, stopping by my ripe, succulent breasts, which are now as stiff as tennis balls. Ethan slowly runs his tongue over my nipples. More electric sparks jolt my body and my hips jerk involuntarily as a coil inside me winds tighter. His mouth encircles my nipples and he begins a gentle suction that causes me to moan loudly with wild abandonment.
My femininity is on fire. My love juices are flowing like a gushing stream, as I twist under his expert caresses.
I want that big prick inside me. I want to be ravaged by Ethan’s dick.
Ethan continues sucking my nipples, but his fingers simultaneously stroke my tummy and the index parts my panties. His finger massages my clitoris and I feel an orgasm approaching. The coil is wound tighter until it reaches maximum. I am ready to explode
He rolls his finger on my clit in a circular motion and lava erupts from my volcano.
“Ahhhhhhhhh,” I shriek, as the first major orgasm of my life hits me like a freaking freight train. It’s as if I’m floating on a cloud…my body tenses and I plunge back to earth in free fall. A million firecrackers are set off inside my core and the moon and stars all become one big mass.
So this is what it feels like. Don’t stop Ethan, don’t you freaking stop.
There is a look of pride on Ethan’s face as he removes his fingers. “You have such a nice pussy,” he says. I am just about to protest, when he trails his tongue down my tummy and finally between my legs. He flutters his tongue across the front of my panties causing the fabric to soak even more, if that were possible.
Then in a flash Ethan rips off the tiny triangle covering my snatch with his teeth, snapping it as if he was breaking a tooth pick. I suck in air, waiting for the feel of his tongue and I am not disappointed as he licks my clit for the first time. My body is sputtering and I can only grab his head and force his tongue inside my canal. It spears into me like a knife cutting through butter. I rotate my hips on his tongue, simulating my twerking. He tongue speaks in and out with short jabs and for the first time I feel like a woman.
“Fuck, I love eating you little virgin pussy, Riley,” he says. “I am so glad this pussy is now legal.” Ethan Stone is like a philharmonic conductor with his tongue. Pleasures I never knew existed hammer at my body, until I am almost limp. I am exhausted and he has not yet plunged that massive dick inside me.
My glow of desire is becoming a bonfire that is consuming us both. Every inch of my body is alight with the urgent need for him to possess me and my body has become slave to a biological need.
I am mad with lust. Mad for him and all his body offered.
His face finally emerges from between my legs. Ethan’s nose glistens with my come juice. He is smiling as if he has just taken over a major corporation.
Ethan flops on his back and his eyes is glued to my mouth, then it shifts back to his dick. “Riley, I want your thick lips on my cock.” Ethan never asks, he always commands. I am consumed with apprehension. I have never sucked a dick before, much less one the size of the cannon between his legs.
I don’t know how to do it, Ethan. I will feel like a fool.
“Just do what comes naturally,” he coaxes, as if again reading my thoughts. I kneel between his legs and my mouth moves towards his erection. Shyly, I slows slide my tongue over the monstrous head and it jerks, a tiny fluid slithers from the tip, and I uses my tongue to spread it all over the head. “Fuck,” Ethan grunts, jutting his hips forward, his eyes glossed over. Emboldened I lick the entire head as if I am licking a lollypop.
Yes, Ethan’s dick is my lollypop and look how I am making it swell, jeez.
Furiously, I continue licking the monstrous head of his prick, just the way I see the porn stars do it. I am enjoying the taste and Ethan’s body shivers. I slowly encircle the head with my mouth. It barely fits, but I slide my mouth downwards until the head is engulfed and begin sucking up and down.
Ethan’s eyes appears glazed, his breathing ragged and his hips moving gently.
So this is what sucking a dick is all about…I like it. I like sucking your prick, Ethan.
His shaft has a slightly salty taste to it. Then jeez it begins twitching in my mouth. Oh my, suppose he come in my mouth…do I swallow, or spit it out?
But he doesn’t orgasm, just gently screws my mouth, until I pick up a rhythm. My fingers instinctively cup his ball and Ethan lets out a groan. In my enthusiasm, my teeth graze his dick. “Riley, are you trying to bite my prick off? Do that again and I will take up my gun and shoot you,” he laughs, while grimacing.
“Lie on your back. It’s time I fucked you,” Ethan grunts. “It’s time I fuck that little virgin pussy of your real good. Isn’t that what you really want?’
I nod my head, afraid to look into the eyes of the man who is about to become my conqueror.
The big man is ready to take over and deflower me. I am engulfed by fear. I am afraid o
f losing my virginity to this man who may cast me on the scrap heaps tomorrow, as he has done countless other women. I am afraid of the pain that I hear all my girls say happens the first time and most of all I am scared of the damage that monster will do to my tender, untouched insides.
Still, I heed his orders and lay on my back. There is a look in Ethan’s eyes…it is that of a wild animal about to devour his prey.
I am trembling
….oh my lord, I am petrified. Be gentle, my lover.
Ethan’s massive frame is almost on top of me now. ‘I won’t use a condom, Riley, I can’t. I need to feel this pussy bare on my cock.”
“Oh..” I grunt, my breath hitching in my throat, but far too gone to care whether he does or not. I know I want that dick inside me no matter how.
“Just relax, Riley. Everything will be all right. There will be a little pain at first, but I promise I will be gentle with you,” he whispers reassuringly.
I hear Ethan’s words, but my body still tenses as his dick settles at the entrance to my womanhood. Ethan does not plunge right in, however, but skillfully rubs the head against my wetness, allowing my body to get used to the friction.
It feels so fucking good, I almost orgasm before he enters.
Ethan gently tries to push the head of his dick inside me, but is met by the shield called my hymen.
He is not perturbed and my eyes are glued to his. There is a look of tenderness in his eyes that I have never seen before. Then he quickly jerks forward and my maidenhead finally gives way to his battering ram and his prick forces inside me.
I am getting a dick inside me… at last, I am being sexed.
It feels as if someone has stabbed me with a knife and I want to push him off and run for the hills. But instead, I let out a yelp and grab onto his hips, holding him inside.
I know pain now as it lances inside my sex…aching, stretching, tearing. This is no wagging tongue nor finger, this is Ethan Stone inside me now. My eyes drift down and I see myself impaled on his shaft and I grunt in pleasure. I feel stretched and hot, a woman finally.
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