by Alexis Angel
Ethan nods. “Do I want to know why not?” he asks.
Cheryl doesn’t answer. She just shakes her head.
There’s a moment of silence.
I don’t even know what to say. Is Cheryl saying that he’s dead? Did she have something to do with this?
“Thank you so much,” Ethan says and without any further ado, pushes the END button.
He looks at me.
“You’re free,” he says.
“Ethan?” I ask, going closer to him. The prospect of being free of having to look over my shoulder is insane. “What happened to him?”
“Sometimes porn is still a dirty fucking business, babe,” Ethan tells me, his voice and face serious. “If we don’t ask questions, we never have to lie.”
It sends a small chill. The power that this man wields.
But it makes me feel safe. Because with everything Ethan knows, and with everything it turns out he can do, what he wants most in the world right now…is me.
“Free,” I say to him, smiling.
“Free,” he repeats, pulling me closer. “It’s time to fucking celebrate.”
I feel his mouth approaching mine and I’m about to give in to him. To surrender to this man who seems to have tamed me.
But not so fast!
Ethan Kane has played me very well. That’s for damn sure.
“Ethan, wait,” I tell him, pushing against his chest with one hand. “One second.”
He looks at me, puzzled.
“What’s wrong?” he asks gruffly. I can tell he’s ready. He needs to be inside of me. And that makes holding him off even sweeter.
I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m finally free. I want to celebrate by having filthy, dirty, sex.
But I can’t let him win on every single front.
“I have something to tell you as well that you don’t know,” I say, keeping a serious face.
He looks at me, backing up on the sofa slightly. I relish the moment.
Ethan Kane thinks he’s all that, does he? Thinks he’s so smart for pulling off this coup? Playing me?
Watch me make him crumble.
“I’m pregnant, Ethan,” I say to him softly. And then with a smile, “We’re pregnant.”
It takes literally a minute for the words to go from his ears to reflect in his eyes and then his face.
He smiles brightly. Then the smile transforms into a grin and there’s no stopping him – his arms are wrapped around me and he’s holding me close.
He’s hugging me. He’s kissing me. He’s kissing my neck. My earlobes. My face. My ears.
His cock is pushing into me.
“That’s fucking fantastic!” he says, pulling back. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he asks.
I look at him as he asks again, “Why keep it a secret?”
Really?
I roll my eyes and shrug, using his own words. “I had to make a decision as to what was best for you. And for us,” I say.
He looks at me for a moment, digesting those words. And then he breaks out into a smirk.
“Alright then,” he says. “It’s going to be fun keeping you in line from now on.”
“Right back at ya, hun,” I tell him as we kiss.
Before long, his arms are pulling off my shirt and I’m undressing him.
It’s time to live freely. With the man I love.
For the first day of the rest of our lives.
Well, I guess I can do that.
136
Brittney
I’m finally free. Free from Simon, free from the shadows of my past. And, better yet, I found love. And we’re having a baby!
When I came to New York, ready to start a new life, I never expected I would ever be this happy. But then Ethan happened.
An hour after we just annihilated each other with the truth and realized how much we mean to each other, we’re back in Times Square, as Ethan finishes up the press conference.
And no, it doesn’t look awkward with me standing there next to him. I’m the leading lady of the new virtual world we’re creating, remember?
“Over the next several months, we’ll be rolling out the product to the widest number of people,” Ethan says. “Illicit Entertainment won’t rest until an I.E. is in every home in America.”
The press shout questions to him, but Ethan waves them off.
“Today was a matchup that showed that hard work and perseverance still count for something. I had a vision, and I worked to bring it a reality. It’s now time for me to enjoy the fruits of my labor. Thank you very much.”
The press frantically try to get in a question, but Ethan’s statement has been made. He’s done.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading the way. All around us, journalists are shouting a thousand questions and trying to get a reaction out of him, but he just ignores the chaos in the room. He won the war against Simon, but he’s not interested in gloating; right now, there’s something else on his mind. And on mine as well.
While the whole press is going insane with Simon’s failure and Ethan’s triumph, we sneak through the backdoor. Ethan already has a limo waiting for us, and smiling gallantly, he holds the door open for me.
“Where are we going?” I ask him as I get in.
“It’s just a short ride,” he tells me, sitting next to me. The driver revs the engine up, and soon enough, we’re cruising through NY’s traffic. I place my hand on top of his, and looking into his eyes, I feel happiness spreading its wings inside of me. I’m the luckiest woman on Earth.
“Thank you, Ethan,” I whisper, squeezing his fingers on mine. “For everything.”
“You don’t need to thank me. Not now, not ever. I love you, Brittney, and I’ll tear the whole world apart before I let anyone lay a finger on you.” His tone is a calm one, but he means what he’s saying. My heart melts, and as I lean in to kiss him, the limo parks right in front of the closest hotel, The Plaza.
We stroll inside arm-in-arm, and Ethan just walks by the registration desk; he probably already has the key to the suite inside his pocket. Which makes me think, when did he start planning all of this? Finishing off Simon, taking care of my ex… He probably already knew how things would end. And now I do too; I get the happy ending I deserve.
When we get inside the room, a suite overlooking Fifth Avenue, he doesn’t even give me enough time to appreciate my surroundings. He closes the door, and placing both his hands on my hips, he slams me against the door; his body is pressed against mine, and the moment I lock eyes with him, I feel my pussy growing wet.
“I love you so fucking much,” he tells me with a smile, leaning into me and brushing his lips against mine. Then, his smile turning into a grin, he takes one step back. Loosening his tie, he pulls it out and looks at me with mischief in his eyes. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his eyes roaming down my body, and I can’t help but look at his crotch. His cock is growing hard, pushing against the fabric of his pants, and I can barely wait to simply pull it out.
“You’re everything, Ethan,” I tell him, a wide smile on my face. I’ve made it through… And with him by my side. When everything seemed lost, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and that light was Ethan. Whatever happens in the future, I know this: I’ll never stop loving this man. Never.
“Am I?” he asks with a mocking grin on his lips. Then, his expression turns serious. “I know, Brittney. But you’re my everything as well… And from now on, we are one.”
“One,” I repeat after him, the sound of it like honey on my throat. “Forever.”
Smiling, he pulls the tie around his neck, and instead of simply letting it fall on the floor, he brings it up to my face. He lays it across my eyes, tying it on the back of my neck, and darkness swallows me.
“For all eternity,” he says. With that, he leans into me and I feel his lips brushing against mine, his tongue sliding inside of my mouth and dancing around my own. Blind, I rest my fingers on his chest and feel my
way to his collar; there, I start unbuttoning his shirt, baring his chest. While I undress him, he places his two hands on my hips and pushes me back until my knees meet the edge of the bed. He pushes me down and I fall on top of the mattress, untucking his shirt as I go down.
I feel the mattress shifting under his weight as he climbs on top of the bed, and then he’s on top of me, kissing me again. I push his shirt down his arms, and then run my fingertips up and down his back; I feel the ropes of muscles in his back, moving as he kisses me, and my heart starts to drum a wild song of lust and decadence.
“I want you,” I find myself saying, sliding my hand down his stomach and finding the way to his belt. Unbuckling it, I pull it out of its loops with a sudden movement and flatten the palm of my hand over his crotch; his thick cock pulses against my fingers immediately, straining against the fabric of his pants without enough strength to rip its way out. Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I lace his waist with my legs, and start to stroke him over his pants. My fingers are curled tight—perhaps too much—around his shaft, and I stroke him viciously.
Moving like a tiger, he grabs my wrist and takes my hand off of his cock. Pinning both my hands against the mattress, he presses his body on top of mine, my dress hiking up to my waist. I thrust against him, pressing my drenched pussy against his cock, and start to sway my hips. Grinding, I feel his shaft pulsing with desire, and I wish I could simply will my clothes away.
Luckily, it’s as if he can read my thoughts. With his mouth resting against my neck, he kisses my skin while, using only one hand, he pulls the straps of my dress down. The fabric droops over my arms, and slightly easing the pressure of his body on mine, he yanks on my dress as hard as he can. I hear a ripping sound, and then I feel the fabric sliding almost too easily over my skin. He goes to his knees, still between my legs, and tears the dress off of me, ripping it off as if he was a savage.
In a fraction of a second, my heart starts to kick and punch against my ribcage, and I can’t help but undo the clasp on my bra hurriedly. I pull it out and throw it somewhere far off, the cool air of the room lapping at my hard nipples.
I half-expect him to simply lie down on top of me and go straight for my tits, but that’s not what he does. He remains kneeling between my legs, and then brushes one fingertip against my thong. I shiver as he traces the contour of my underwear, and then his finger starts a hike over my stomach. He goes all the way up to between my tits and then, after a moment’s hesitation, he lets his finger go up the hill of my right breast. Circling my nipple, he never actually touches it, preferring to make me go completely mad before he really does anything.
What he doesn’t know is that I’m already mad and desperate for him. As such, I grab both his hands and force him to press them against my tits. Exhaling sharply, that’s exactly what he does, squeezing my mounds eagerly and then pinching both my nipples at the same time. He pinches them until a loud moan leaves my lips, and then he does it even harder; reacting by instinct, I grab his wrists, but I don’t stop him. I lay here, panting and moaning while pain and pleasure poke holes in my brain, the madness that fills my mind turning into pure insanity. I’m unhinged, through and through.
“Fuck me,” I blurt out, and I can almost feel a grin dawning on his face.
“You have to be a little more patient than that, Britt,” he chuckles, finally letting go of my nipples. I sigh loudly, and then he presses his mouth right between my tits. He lays gentle kisses on the curves of my breasts, and then finally wraps his lips around my right nipple. He nibbles at it with his teeth, gently, and circles it with his tongue. The more he kisses and sucks, the more I feel that familiar electric buzz crackling under my skin.
Sucking on one nipple and caressing the other with his fingers, he drives me to pleasure’s cliff and throws me off of it. Like a whip, pleasure snaps at my mind and I simply explode. Arching my back, I let out one loud scream and it echoes in the room, bouncing off the walls and coming back to haunt me. My body is boiling, and my brain is melting away.
Riding the wave, he slides his lips down my stomach, and with both hands, yanks on my thong. He pulls it against my outer thigh, and with one strong movement, rips it off of me. The outer string buries itself in my flesh and then, as if it were never there, it simply slides off.
Now that I’m completely naked and ready to be served, Ethan places his hands on my inner thighs and forces me to spread my legs. I open them as wide as I can, and he starts to kiss the skin around my pussy; as he pulls back, my hands go straight to his hair and I try to make him dive into me. He resists at first, only allowing the tip of his tongue to part my drenched folds, but then he goes for it with a renewed spirit. Fitting his mouth against my pussy, he starts to suck on my inner lips, taking my fluids into his mouth; without wasting any time, he places two fingers against my clit and starts to rub me there at the same time.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I push him against my pussy as fiercely as I can, and I sway my hips from side to side. He devours me like a man who hasn’t seen a woman for decades, and his eagerness almost makes my mind explode.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he says as he comes up for air, but then dives into me again. This time, his mouth and fingers trade places: he wraps his lips around my clit, sucking on it, and slides his two fingers inside of my pussy. He curls them upward in a hook motion and pushes them into me harshly, only stopping when his fingertips are pressed tight against my G-spot.
“And… I’m… All… Yours…” I manage to say, not knowing if I should be breathing or speaking. Raising my legs, I lace them behind his neck and hold him in place, thrusting against his face as he sucks and fingers me. I can already hear the sound of an incoming storm, and I’m more than ready for it; since Ethan started fucking me, my stamina has improved tremendously. And, let me tell you, I was already a high-energy girl. But now… Now I’m a goddess. And I’m a goddess that’s about to come. “Oh, fuck,” is all that I can say, fireworks going off behind my eyelids without any warning whatsoever.
My legs start to shake, and I have to take them out from behind his neck. Letting go of his hair as well, I start to grab at the sheets, bunching them as lightning and thunder consume me. We’re just starting, and I’ve already came twice; I like where this is going. Oh, if I get this treatment every single day for the rest of my life, I’m going to be the happiest woman on Earth.
“I want to taste you,” I tell him, propping myself up on my elbows as he goes up to his feet. I can’t see him, but over the fabric of his tie, I can see the contour of his figure moving. I hear him take off his shoes, and then I hear the rustle of fabric as he drops down his pants and boxer briefs. I sit down on the bed, ready to take him in my mouth, but he sits down next to me.
“But I want to keep eating you out as well…” he says with a devilish tone. “How are we going to solve this?” Turning to him, I smile and place both of my hands on his chest. I push him down to the mattress, and as he lies down, I climb on top of him with my ass turned to his face. I slide my hips upward, and then only stop when he places his hands on my ass cheeks, guiding my movement. He reaches for me, and the moment his mouth touches my pussy, I can’t help but thrust back. I sit up on his face, and instinct guiding every single one of my movements, I start to sway my hips as he eats me out. I’m grabbing my tits at the same time, squeezing them hard, as all of my nerve endings seem ready to burst. But this can get better… And it will.
Still with my pussy on his face, I lean forward and slide my hands down his stomach. When I find his thick shaft, I curl my fingers around it and angle it toward me; slowly parting my lips, I go down until my tongue meets his glans, and then I make it dance in fast moving circles. I can taste his raw saltiness on the tip of his cock, his veins pulsing against my fingers… and I can’t help myself.
Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I let his shaft slide inside of me, and I start bobbing my head up and down at a frantic pace. I do it hard and merciless, his tip
hitting the back of my throat over and over again. Matching the rhythm of my mouth with my hand, I suck and stroke as if I were a woman possessed. Which I am: I’m a woman possessed by lust and love, and that’s exactly the way I like it.
As I suck on him, he keeps licking my pussy and spreading my ass cheeks wide. Finally, I succumb to the urge to see him; with one hand, I loosen the tie and pull it off in one single stroke. I blink twice, my eyes adjusting to the light in the room, and then I look down; his thick shaft is still between my lips, and seeing right in front of my eyes makes me go even harder.
While I suck on him, he starts to brush one finger along the length of my crack, and I tremble every time I feel him close to my hole. When he presses down on it, I have to pull his cock out; a loud moan explodes in my mouth, and at the same time, he pushes his finger inside my ass. As he slowly feeds it into me, I start to stroke him with erratic movements, my hand moving as if it has a life of its own. I go like that until my wrist starts to hurt and then, finally succumbing to the pressure mounting in my pussy, I let go of his cock and sit up again.
Grabbing at my tits, I throw my head back and let my hair cascade down my shoulders as I start to ride his face. I move my hips back and forth, and then from side to side, and he starts to finger my pussy at an almost too violent rhythm.
“Don’t--” I start to say, but the words die in my throat as a convulsion takes over my body. High voltage runs up my spine, and my muscles start to twitch as if the brain-body connection had been severed. “Oh, God… It’s so… It’s so… GOOD!” I scream out, clenching my ass cheeks as he pushes his finger deep into me. I stay like that, sitting on his face, until the final waves of my orgasm finally wash over me.
Not wanting to lose moment, I crawl down his body, and when my knees are lined with his thighs, I grab his cock and angle it upwards. Raising my hips, I start to brush his glans against my wetness, and then I ease myself down. I do it in one sudden movement, allowing him to pierce me with enough strength to break me in half. His thickness stretches me wide, and I wonder how many times will it take for my tightness to be permanently ruined; I mean, we’re going to be fucking every single day from now on, and his cock is simply massive. Not that it matters anyway: when we’re talking about a cock this big, I guess that any pussy is tight enough.
