by Alexis Angel
It wasn’t easy to stroll into his office with an admission of guilt, throwing myself at his mercy. But this was what I had to do. Even if Simon makes good on his word, there was no other option for me. Not anymore.
So here I am, standing in front of Ethan, fear and hesitancy nestled in my mind. I look at him with pursed lips, knowing that there’s no going back from this; this is my personal Rubicon, and I’ve just crossed it. Cheryl dismisses herself from the room.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, taking one step toward him. He’s standing in front of his desk, dashing as always. And now, more than ever, I need to feel his arms around me. “I really am.”
“Don’t.” He brushes the back of his hand on my cheek, and then runs his long fingers through my hair. “You’re here, and you did right by me. We’ll work this out.” I nod, hoping that his words turn out to be true, and that everything will work out. Looking into his eyes and seeing the confidence shining there, I can’t help but trust him. Still, deep inside of me I know that the world is a mean and dirty place, and it will do everything to crush me. I know it, and Simon does too. “I promise you,” he adds, and then leans into me. His lips touch mine, and there’s a gentle tenderness to our kiss.
“I’m so glad I met you,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against his and smiling. Whatever happens, nothing will change this. Meeting someone like Ethan… It was like finding an oasis after walking for years through a barren wasteland.
“Me too,” he says, pressing his mouth against mine once again. I take my fingers to his face, and gently hold him as I part my lips and push my tongue inside his mouth. My heart is beating steadily, and this time it isn’t just lust racing through my veins; there’s love too. Love. It feels good to admit it; I love him, and I wouldn’t change that for all the money in the world.
I let my hands fall down from his face and I press them over his chest. Underneath his shirt and his pectorals, I can hear the steady beat of his heart. It’s silly to say this, but it almost seems that his heart is beating at the same rhythm as mine. Right now, I can’t help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
Sliding my fingers up from his chest to his collar, I loosen his tie and then unknot it. Instinct guiding my hands, I start to unbutton his white shirt, my fingers working swiftly. Once I get down to his waistline, I untuck the shirt from his pants, and finally flatten the palm of my hands against his abs. It doesn’t matter how many times I feel his body… I can’t get enough of it. It’s almost as if God put Ethan on this Earth for me to find out, all his perfection a hidden gift.
As I slide my hands over his abs, Ethan rests his hands on my ass, over my skirt, and pulls me into his embrace. With my breasts pressed against his bare chest, I feel my nipples hardening, a warmness spreading from them and numbing my mind. Between my thighs, I feel my pussy growing wet, desire spreading its wings inside of me.
“I want you,” I tell him, pushing his shirt down his arms. “I need you,” I continue, taking my hands to his head and grabbing his hair.
“I’m right here,” he tells me, squeezing my ass cheeks as his lips curl into a smile.
“You are,” I smile back, crushing my mouth against his. This time, there’s nothing gentle about the way we kiss; I surrender to that craving inside of me and simply let loose. He does the same, sliding his fingers under my skirt and hiking it slightly up; I tremble as I feel his touch on my bare ass, and my hands dart to his waist. With an anxious knot in my throat, I press one hand against his crotch; my heart starts picking up the pace as I feel the hardness under his pants, his cock already hard and pulsing with desire.
Pulling back from his kiss, I lay my lips against his neck. Slowly, I go down on my knees, gently kissing him as I go. My lips brush over the curve of his pectorals, then over the hard blocks of his abs, and each kiss I lay on his body just makes me grow wetter.
When my knees finally touch the carpeted floor, I look up at him with an easy smile on my lips. I take a deep breath, and steadying my hands, I unbuckle his belt and pull it out from its loops. Placing it on the floor, I have to take another deep breath as I start unbuttoning his pants. He just looks at me, running his fingers through my hair with a tender smile on his face. In his eyes, there’s that familiar flicker of lust… But there’s something more too. Something gentle and kind.
With his pants now unbuttoned, I let my eyes wander down his body; his cock is pushing back against his boxer briefs, its thick shape perfectly delineated. Ethan’s cock is almost as thick as a can of Coke, and with its 12 inches, it’s perfection made flesh. And what really matters is that Ethan knows how to wield it; trust me, I know.
My heart is already galloping inside of my chest, and I can barely steady my hands. Still, I lift my index finger and trace the contour of his cock with just my fingertip, slowly moving it up and down his shaft. As I tease him, he tangles his fingers in my hair, and I can already feel the tension starting to mount in the way he holds me.
Running my tongue over my lips, I finally hook my fingers on his boxers, and moving as slowly as I can, I pull them down. His cock jumps out at once, all its size ready to ravage me. I lock eyes with Ethan once more, curling my fingers around his shaft at the same time. Unblinking, I start to flick my wrist, my hand moving up and down his cock at a slow teasing pace.
“Every time I look at your cock,” I say, a grin taking over my lips, “I can’t help but want to devour it.” The pressure on his fingers grows harder at my words, and he yanks on my hair, holding my head still.
“You can devour all of me,” he tells me, and each one of his words feels like a loaded gun. Anticipation is running high inside his head, and I can see it. My grin growing wider and wilder, I push back against the hold he has on me, and he relents, opening his fingers. My eyes never leave his as I lean, tilting my head sideways as I allow my tongue to part my lips; I reach for his cock with the wet tip of my tongue, and then run it all the way down to its root. I move back up, and then down again, repeating this coming and going motion until his whole body starts to tense up. When I feel that he can’t take it anymore, I grab his cock harshly, and opening my mouth as wide as I can, I dive in.
His shaft slides inside my mouth at once, pushing down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks. It doesn’t matter how many times I go down on him, the way he completely fills my mouth never fails to amaze me. To fit his thickness between my lips, I have to strain my jaw to the point where it starts to hurt, and no, I’m not complaining here, far from it.
Forcing myself to go as deep as I can, I only stop when I’m close to choking, his fat glans pressed tight against the back of my throat. Pulling out, I slow down when my lips reach his glans, and I wrap them tight around it, sucking as I lap at it with my tongue.
“You know, Brittney,” he starts, and I look up at him, his cock still filling my mouth, “you really know how to use that mouth of yours…” His words give me a shot of confidence, and I start to bob my head as fast as I can. I curl my fingers around his shaft and, as I suck on him, I start to stroke him as well.
Moving in a pendulum motion, I keep going until his cock starts to pulse wildly against my tongue; moving fast, he holds my head in place and stops me completely. Then, without a moment’s pause, he starts to thrust, moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a relentless pace.
As I let him fuck my mouth, I push his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, sending them down to his ankles. Suddenly, he pulls back, his cock springing free at once. He kicks off his shoes to the corner, and after stepping out of his pants, pulls me up to my feet.
“You know,” he whispers, placing two fingers under my chin, “I never fucked anyone inside this office.” I grin, gently chuckling as I see the eagerness in his eyes.
“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 refle
ction 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.
“Yes…” I moan, pushing my ass back against his mouth. He slides his tongue inside of my hole, and I lose it; there’s a detonation inside my mind, and I let out one wild scream, the muscles in my neck straining with the effort. “Fuck! FUCK!” I shout, my pussy spasming against his fingers as I come.
I can’t help but scream even louder. I don’t know even know how I do it; when he takes his mouth off my ass, he uses his free hand, and slides his index finger inside of my hole. With his fingers inside my pussy and ass, endless waves of ecstasy crash against me and devastate me completely. I almost collapse on top of the desk, my muscles burning up as if I was running a fever. When he finally takes his fingers out, I’m barely conscious. Still, desire has a pulse, and I force my eyes open.
Summoning whatever strength I still have inside of me, I stand up and turn on my heels, facing him as my heart thumps against my chest like a cannon. I look to the right, and then to the left, my skin prickling as I see our naked bodies reflected on the wall mirrors.
“Come here,” I whisper at him, sitting on top of his desk and parting my legs. He comes forward, placing his body between my legs; grabbing his cock, he angles it down and presses his glans against my wetness. With a lewd smile, I place my arms over his shoulders and urge him to carry on, to fuck me as hard as he can.
Moving steadily, he starts to push his cock past my folds, shards of pleasure digging into my brain as he moves. When his shaft is halfway in, he suddenly thrusts, drawing a loud moan from my lips. I throw my head back, grinning wildly, and look to the side as he starts to rock his hips against me. My reflection grins back at me from the other side of the room, and I let my eyes wander to Ethan’s body; from here, I can see him thrusting, his ass cheeks flexing over and over again as he pounds me with his massive cock.
“Now this is fun,” I tell him, looking from one side to the other and taking in the sight of Ethan fucking me from all angles. His muscles are bulging, and I see them working like the perfect piece of human engineering they are.
“What’s fun,” he starts to say, nibbling at my neck once more, “is fucking your tight pussy.” He pushes me back on top of the table, and as I lean down, he curls his fingers around my ankles. Lifting my legs, he places them over his shoulders, and starts to thrust immediately. Pistoning into me harder than before, he now goes deeper, his tip hitting that sweet spot inside of me.
I keep watching everything unfold through the mirrors, my naked body ravaged by Ethan as he fucks me. It’s weird to watch everything through a game of mirrors, reflections upon reflections kicking my lust into overdrive.
“You sure like to watch yourself,” Ethan says, thrusting as hard as he can.
“No… I like to watch you fucking me,” I say between hard breaths, managing not to scream just for a few seconds. I’m looking into his eyes now, entranced by the flames dancing there. Inside him rages a fire, and I just know that it’s going to consume mercilessly. Which is exactly what I want.
“Then watch,” he simply whispers, placing his arms around my legs and keeping me in place as he fucks me at a maddening pace. I tilt my head to the side and force my eyes to remain open, watching the sway of his hips as his cock slides in and out of me. He rams his shaft into me until my pussy lips caress the skin at the base of his cock, and then he pulls it back all the way to his glans before thrusting again. He keeps going like this for what seems like an eternity, time becoming just a foreign word to my ears. Right now, I’m drifting away, carried by a river of pleasure and wonder.
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lose my eyes and surrender completely, allowing my brain to shut down all the unnecessary noise inside it. Now focusing only on the way his shaft strains against my inner walls and stretches me wide, it’s only a matter of seconds until I come again.
“Don’t stop, Ethan, don’t stop!” I cry out, grabbing at the edge of the bed so hard that my knuckles turn white. My body tenses up, and just like an elastic band stretched to the limit, it simply snaps. “OH GOD, OH GOD!” I scream like a mad woman, my pussy tightening around his shaft as a violent orgasm turns my mind to shreds.
“That’s it, babe… You scream all you want,” he whispers, leaning into me and pushing my legs with his shoulders. As he does it, bending me even more, his cock drives deeper into me and my scream dies down, my throat too weak to carry on.
My lungs are working overtime to get the air in, but I finally come down from Cloud 9.
“We’re not done yet,” I tell him with a grin, as if he didn’t know it. He doesn’t even bother to reply; he just takes my legs out from his shoulders and takes one step back. With a growl in my throat, I climb down from the desk and jump on him; he moves fast, grabbing me as I cross my legs behind his back. He eases me down over his cock, and as I feel his thickness pushing past my inner lips, I rest my head against his shoulder and whimper softly.
“You’re right,” Ethan says, rocking his hips and sliding his cock deep into me at a gentle rhythm, “we’re not done yet.” With each passing second, he starts to thrust faster and faster, making the electric current under my skin start to crackle. I exhale sharply, and instead of screaming, dig my fingers into his shoulder. I bite hard enough to leave a mark, and that only makes him go harder. While my teeth are buried deep in his flesh, and I’m biting fiercely enough to draw blood, he doesn’t even seem to acknowledge what I’m doing. Right now, it’s as if he’s impervious to pain.
Completely lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, I come again, my body jolted by a high voltage current. I stop biting him, and I only need it because I have to scream like a banshee. The sound of my voice seems to spur him on, and while I’m still coming, he puts me down on the floor. He’s on his knees, and I’m straddling him, but with a quick motion of his hips he turns around and lays me down. With both his hands on his knees, he pushes my legs up and intensifies his rhythm. My scream turns into a quivering moan, and I’m almost sure that tomorrow I won’t be able to speak—or sit.