by Alexis Angel
“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 my 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.
“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 te
nuous 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.
My whole body is spasming, and I already feel my knees growing weak; curling my fingers around the edge of the table, I hold on to it for dear life. My eyes are closed, my eyes are gritted, and this is how I brace the storm of ecstasy. I can’t even tell you if I’m moaning or screaming, or if I’m too spent for any of that. All that I know is that I’m adrift in an ocean of pleasure.
Once I feel the waves of pleasure washing away, I finally realize that I have forgotten to breath. As Ethan slides his cock out of me, I take one deep breath and let the air rush to my lungs. Feeling completely exhausted, it takes a few breaths for me to summon the energy necessary to turn around. When I do it, I remain with my hands on the table, afraid of falling straight into the floor; my legs are still shaking, and I don’t trust them yet.
There’s a gentle smile on Ethan’s face, but it quickly changes into a devilish grin. We’re not done yet.
“On your knees,” he tells me, and just like I did before, I go down at once. Looking up at him, I reach for his cock and curl my fingers around his shaft, feeling my own fluids coating it. I start to stroke him as hard as I can, my hand flying over his thickness in a flurry of movement. I guess I still have a few reserves of energy inside of me, after all.