Chapter 30 Ethan
Ethan
Sophia’s entire body is shaking with the effort of staying still for me. The inner walls of her cunt are so plush, so slippery, against my fingers that I cannot fucking imagine how they’ll feel when I wedge my bare dick inside her.
I remove my fingers and crouch between her legs, running my tongue down her dampened strip of hair before hitting glorious, champagne-soaked pussy. Fuck. I get stuck right in, using my hands to push her legs further apart and burying my face in her satiny cunt.
Like a truffle pig, I rub my nose against her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her and a grunt from me.
I really am a pig, but my sole intention here is to feel more animal than human, to turn off my thinking brain and seek relief for the most primitive parts of my body—the parts that know a good fuck is the cleanest, quickest route to total oblivion.
She may have served me up champagne instead of scotch, but boy, if her magnificent body won’t make up for that.
And so I feast.
This is for me, not for her.
All of it.
Every lick and suck and sniff, the slide of my tongue against her slick, supple flesh, the delicate musk that invades my mind as I snort my fill of her: it’s all to sate me.
To drown out everything else there is in the world.
She knows it, too, but fuck me, if the little minx isn’t getting off on that.
I know Soph, as I call her in my mind, and I know being used like this, being gorged on, is absolutely what gets her going.
I know she’s torn between going for it and taking it.
Between clawing at my hair, shoving my head further between her legs, and abandoning her agency in favour of being at the mercy of a man like me when he’s unleashed.
Right now, her body is my entire world, a magical kingdom the rulership of which she has granted me.
I can do whatever I like to her, and the knowledge courses through my veins with the headiness that only the acquisition of absolute power can deliver.
I may not court power in the outside world, but here, on this bed, with this woman, I’ll take it, and I’ll wield it, and I’ll make fucking magic with it.
With difficulty, I unglue my face from Sophia’s cunt. She makes a little whimper of disapproval, the whimper of an entitled princess who’s used to getting everything she wants. I fucking love it.
‘You don’t get more until you’re on your hands and knees for me,’ I tell her. ‘Get that beautiful round arse of yours in the air, and then we’ll see about making you come.’
Looks like the princess approves now. She beams at me, her huge black eyes so captivating. They’re eyes I could get lost in if I was another man and this was another time. But I need intimacy like a hole in the head given the afternoon I’ve had.
I want this as filthy as possible.
Dirty, feral rutting.
If she’s letting me take her bare, I need to make this first time count. Honestly, it’s the greatest gift she could give me in this moment.
The greatest service.
The greatest distraction.
I move aside and watch with extreme gratification as Soph flips over and pulls herself up onto all fours with the graceful efficiency of an athlete.
A beautiful woman like her, spread out on crisp white bedsheets, black eyes and hair and scarlet mouth and smooth, golden skin… it’s a lot.
You’d think it was the ultimate pose of subservience.
But having her crouch before me on all fours, her peachy backside right there, her tits hanging heavy and swollen, her silken hair tumbling over her shoulders, cunt presented for me to do with as I please… now this is what I call submission. She’s a rich, sumptuous banquet.
And I intend to fucking feast.
I step back between her legs and run proprietary hands down her spine, palming her waist, her hips, her arse cheeks.
I run a couple of leisurely fingers down her crack, pushing in hard when I get to that sweet, pulsing cunt.
Then I’m crouching as much as I can, twisting my head to the side to get full access, and burying my mouth and nose right where they belong once again.
I’m in sensory overload.
Her smell; her taste; the sounds of her little moans as I eat her; the satiny handful of her arse as I squeeze it: I’m addicted to all of it.
I need inside her.
Now.
God knows, she’s wet enough.
‘I’m going to fuck you now,’ I tell her, raising myself back up onto my knees. She turns her head to look at me, face flushed, hair everywhere, eyes glazed.
‘Do it. Put your big, bare dick inside me. I bet I’ll be able to feel every vein.’
Fuck, she’s filthy. I have a sudden and wholly unbidden image of my ex-wife—a woman I loved deeply and yet with whom I was incapable of communicating effectively.
We had a satisfactory sex life, but it wasn’t like this.
Elena would never have said something she perceived to be that crude, but it’s more than that.
She would never have let herself go enough to even have that desire, let alone voice it.
She was also the last woman I was bare with.
I shut the door on that intrusive thought pretty damn sharply and turn my attention to the sensual goddess before me, the goddess whose over-the-shoulder smile and dirty encouragements are kindling on my fire.
Sophia has not an ounce of inhibition, and it’s one of the most intoxicating things about her.
‘You’d better fucking believe it.’ With my fingers wrapped firmly around my rock-hard dick, I drag my tip through her wetness.
She’s hot and slippery and sublime, and the sensation of all that welcoming flesh sliding against my crown has me inhaling sharply.
I recover enough to growl, ‘How does this feel?’
‘So much better than a condom. Fuck me with it.’
I position myself at her entrance. Every fibre in my body is pulsing with the need to shove myself inside her and eradicate every sensation, every thought, in favour of the clench of her cunt around me.
So it’s with a perverse sense of pleasure that I control myself enough to hold right where I am. Just for a moment. Just long enough to prove to myself that I can.
Engaging every abdominal muscle I have, I crouch over enough to massage one full, heavy tit, my skin scraping over her diamond-hard nipple. ‘I didn’t hear you asking nicely.’
‘Please, Ethan.’ She arches into me, trying to back up onto my dick. ‘Let me have that big, angry cock. Show me how well you can fuck me when you’re really, really wound up.’
‘Better…’ I push in the tiniest amount—not even half an inch.
‘No one can fuck me like you. Why d’you think I signed that fucking contract? Yours is the only dick I want. I’m begging you for it. I need it. I—’
Without warning, I push right in, and fuck—oh my fuck.
My head swims with the visceral, molten pleasure of ramming my dick exactly where it needs to be.
I may have taunted her that she’ll feel every vein, but it’s the same for me.
I’m sheathed in the warmest, tightest, wettest channel, and fuck if I can’t feel every inch of it.
Soph’s as plush, as decadent, on the inside as she is on the outside.
There’s nothing like this.
This is the real deal.
She is the real deal.
I kneel here, bottomed out in her, and for a moment there’s only the blissful swirling of sensation as it pulls me into its vortex.
I look down at the magnificent woman before me, at the wealth of abundance in her glorious body, at the place where we join, my dick buried deep inside her and my pelvic bone flush against her peachy arse.
But just for a moment, because every primitive instinct I have is telling me to move.
And move I do.
I grab her hips hard as I pull out and ram straight back in.
Jesus, that’s good. With nothing between us, her body is lighting up my dick.
It feels like a bloody lightning rod. With a sob, she lowers herself down, arms outstretched and one cheek braced against the sheets, dark hair trailing everywhere.
‘God, yes. Harder.’ Her words are muffled by all that hair, but I’ve got her.
‘Fucking yes,’ I manage, pulling out again so I can slam back in even harder.
Surely there isn’t a narcotic on the planet equal to this?
My entire body is consumed by the sweetest, most potent pleasure.
My skin prickles with sweat, and I’m breathing heavily already.
But she’s telling me she doesn’t want me holding back, and I need this hard. Need to fuck my way into oblivion.
I go for it. I undoubtedly freaked out in the car on the way back here, and I unleash every ounce of that on Sophia.
This is who I am. This is when I know myself best. Here, on a bed like this, I trust myself to deliver every last thing she needs from me.
I can do whatever the fuck I like to her and she’ll take it.
More than that. She’ll love it.
As I find my rhythm and grind into her, slow and hard and filthy, I let my hands go wild.
I grab at her arse and drag them up her sides.
I squeeze her tits hard, pinching and pulling at her nipples.
I palm one tit while releasing the other to snake a hand through her hair and push her cheek further into the mattress.
I grunt, and I thrust, and I fill myself up with all this incredible bounty.
I’m crazed with desire, delirious with it.
I’ve never wanted anyone like I’ve wanted Soph in this moment, never wanted to drown in another person’s body like I’ve needed to submerge myself in hers.
The sounds we’re making are fucking filthy—gasps and moans from her, pants and grunts from me, the dull, rhythmical beat of flesh slapping against flesh, and my God, is it amazing.
I throw my head back as my body seeks and seeks and seeks. I’m so deep inside Soph at this angle, and the sensation of bottoming out in her, bare like this, is a level of pleasure I’ve simply never known.
Her cries escalate, and the knowledge that I’m undoing her too, that she’s right there with me, has me hurtling towards orgasm like I’m on a fucking vertical ski slope.
‘Fuck, I’m going to come,’ she says with a sob. ‘Please, Ethan—fuck.’
I slide my hand around her neck and grip it hard, holding her in place so I can really go for it. I’m leaving nothing on the table. I’m damn well milking this fuck for every last drop of annihilation it can provide—for both of us.
‘Damn right you are.’
I piston harder, deeper, slamming into her over and over.
I am one-hundred-percent out of control, completely unmoored, and I’m totally fine with it.
I dig my fingers hard into her hip so I can hit her exactly where she needs every time.
And as she falls apart, those exquisite, heaven-sent inner walls contracting as she screams out her release, I’m catapulted into another plane entirely.
Finally, I allow myself to detonate too.
My dick fills with cum, going so impossibly rigid inside her that I may not survive this, and there’s a moment of stillness, of exhilaration, so potent it feels like asphyxiation, need coursing around my body and threatening to take me under.
And then I’m releasing deep inside her, my entire body shuddering with a violence I’ve rarely known, and I’m coming and coming and coming, pumping rope after hot rope inside her body, and the relief, the pleasure, obliterates everything that is not it.
Every last thing.