Authors: Carol Swan
Her mouth full, Amber couldn’t talk, but didn’t need to—she could still get a message across. Shoving his cock further down her throat, she nearly reached the base, eager and willing. Ethan nearly melted against the wall—he was in heaven.
Inside her mouth, Ethan’s cock throbbed again and again, becoming harder and harder. Amber thought he was already fully erect, but she was wrong. It was massive, a solid seven inches, Amber thought—about the maximum comfortable length, and especially thick. Amber was dripping wet with the possibility of having this massive beast inside of her.
After a minute or so, Ethan grabbed her by the shoulders, gesturing towards the other side of the room. Amber stood up, releasing his manhood from her warm, willing mouth. He grabbed her confidently, picked her up, and tossed her on the bed. Amber gleefully laid back, wondering what would happen next.
Immediately, and without hesitation, Ethan stripped her down below the waist, panties and all. He couldn’t wait any longer. He plunged his mouth between her legs, his tongue ready and willing to pleasure her. Amber was in ecstasy. He moved his tongue left, right, up, down, every direction, finding the particular patterns that made Amber moan and moan and moan. She was in heaven.
He found the right patterns and repeated them. He knew what he was doing, and he wasn’t afraid to be aggressive when he found something that worked well for her. Amber was already reaching a climax after just sixty seconds or so - it usually took her fifteen minutes - and she didn’t hold back. He moved his tongue up, down, up, up … up … up … pressure … hold … down … up … up … up ... as Amber became closer … and closer…
Amber gripped his hands, outstretched along her sides, with all her might as she reached climax with her clit pressed up against his tongue.
“Don’t stop! Oh my god, don’t stop! Oh, god!” she screamed.
She squeezed her legs together, pinning his head between them, and to her surprise, he was more than willing to continue. In fact, after backing off for a few moments while she recovered from her climax, Ethan buried his face between her legs again and began to hunt for new motions and patterns to please her. It was his mission. Amber could barely keep up—this was incredible—but was more than willing to give herself to him fully.
“Oh god. I’m going to cum again! Fuck, that feels good! Ethan, don’t stop!! Please! I need it!”
Almost begging for his tongue to stay pressed up against her clit, she moved her legs and pelvis against him, swirling around it in the most perfect motion she could imagine. He wasn’t going to stop.
Intertwined with him, she brought her legs closer together around his head. “Please! Oh god!” Amber screamed as she clenched her hands against him. She climaxed again—and again—against his willing tongue.
“I need you to fuck me. I need you inside of me. Please!” Amber begged, short of breath from the multiple orgasms she had just received. She couldn’t wait any longer.
Ethan, ready and willing, stood up to his knees before her. She was worried that maybe he’d lost his erection. Not the case. Rock hard, throbbing, and begging to be deep inside her, Ethan grabbed his cock and positioned it between her legs.
Teasing her slightly—because he could—Ethan rubbed his cock up and down Amber’s clit as she lay back on the couch. She couldn’t take it anymore. As Amber reached to grab his cock and thrust it inside her, Ethan did it himself—he lowered his body over her, using his full weight to thrust deep inside her. Amber closed her eyes, arched her back, and was once again in heaven. He filled her up, made her complete, belonged inside of her.
Ethan thrust, slowly at first, gaining speed, and with every movement Amber’s back arched slightly further back. She grabbed his muscular arms, flexing with every thrust, and held on tight. Ethan moved his head down by her neck, kissing lightly, in between and occasionally synchronized with his cock thrusting inside of her, which made her moan in pleasure. He knew what he was doing.
Nibbling on Amber’s neck quickly turned into light biting, just enough that it amplified the pleasure she felt from his cock deep inside her, but not hard or painful enough to take her mind off it. He was careful never to break skin with his sensual gnawing at her neck and shoulder, intermittently moving up to give her a passionate kiss between thrusts.
Biting her lip, Amber wrapped her arms around his incredibly strong back and found herself lightly clawing and scratching at him in pleasure. Both of them were more than okay with this—they found the right balance between pain and pleasure to drive one another into the depths of madness and lust.
Ethan’s thrusting was getting faster, and faster, and faster. “Don’t stop!” Amber shouted, trailing off the volume of her voice in the last syllables as she realized she was yelling—somewhat loudly—and her building had thin walls. She bit her lip again. “I’m going to cum!”
Amber wrapped her arms around Ethan, who followed the rhythm of her orgasms flawlessly, thrusting harder, faster, harder, and faster as she reached climax, deep inside of her as she came all over his hard, throbbing cock, her fourth orgasm—or fifth or sixth; she’d lost count—within the hour. He hadn’t even gotten off yet. “Fuck.” she said, panting, in the brief time they had after she climaxed. “You’re incredible. Are you still hard?”
In response, rather than use his words, Ethan used his other means of proof. He thrust his cock deep inside of her, a physical answer to her question. “Fucking damn!” Amber shouted. Ethan flipped her over and shoved his cock between her legs again. Amber moaned, this new position reaching places she had previously not thought possible. Ethan’s thrusting quickly intensified, there was no more time for patience.
Ethan buried himself deep inside of her. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled her onto her side, one forearm crossed in front of her chest, covering her perky, hard nipples. He reached his other arm down across her stomach and ended up between her legs, focusing her hand down to her clit. He rubbed in a circular motion, immediately sending Amber into a frenzy.
She could sometimes get off from intercourse itself, but this was something else entirely. His forceful fingers circled and circled, rubbing up and down, left and right, finding the same patterns that drove her to climax multiple times before. Amber quickly reached climax once again. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, please more!” she moaned as his arms enveloped her.
Amber’s body tensed up as she reached climax, his cock buried between her legs, and his hand, adding pressure to her oh-so-sensitive clit. She came like rolling thunder. Seconds after her climax, Ethan pulled his throbbing, dripping cock out from between her legs and spread his seed across her stomach, pelvis, breasts, and chest.
Amber melted into his arms, and he held her tight.
Kara hurried in, doing a tricky balancing act with several coffees. She walked into the swimming pool area and quickly set about distributing the hot beverages.
“Thanks Kara,” her boss Pat said absently as he focused on the shoot. “Do you think there’s something …
off
about that model?”
Kara took a sip of her homemade coffee from her stainless steel carafe and followed his gesturing hand. She saw what he was talking about. A tall, willowy woman stood—or she tried to stand, but was weaving about slightly, and it was obvious she was having a hard time coping with the instructions the photographer was throwing out. She was one of six models and Kara could see that she was spaced out.
“Dope,” she muttered, taking another sip from her coffee. She glanced wistfully at Pat’s mocha and wished she could afford the extra dollars to buy designer coffee. Then she snorted to herself—who needed designer coffee anyway? All she needed was a caffeine jolt and instant coffee more than delivered. She raised a silent toast to her instant coffee.
“She’s high as a kite!” Pat shouted.
The panicked alarm in Pat’s voice brought her up short and she turned to him in concern. “Well, yeah. See that spaced out look in her eyes”—she waited for his nod—“and how tired she looks for this supposed ‘high-energy’ shoot?”
“Damn!” He flipped out his mobile phone and as he was dialing, ordered Kara, “Go tell Diane to pull her off now. She’s off the shoot… Hello? Alan, what the hell did you send me a doped-up model for?”
Kara hurried away to deliver his instruction to the person handling the models. She saw the flair of panic in the other woman.
“What am I supposed to do?” The model wrung her hands.
Kara shook her head impatiently. “How the hell should I know? I’m just the intern,” she muttered to herself. But she hurried to the model and with a signal to the photographer, pulled her off the set.
“Hey bitch, get your hands off me.”
Kara pursed her lips and stared at the really very beautiful woman. “Sweetheart, you are doped up to high heaven and are in danger of losing this shoot. If you don’t get your shit together, you are toast. Pat there has already called Alan and I can bet you are in big trouble.”
She staggered a bit and blinked at Kara. “I can’t lose this.”
Kara heard the edge of desperation in her voice. “Then you’re going to have to stop doing that shit.”
“If you can help me, go ahead, and if you can’t, then just shut the hell up.”
“So grateful…”
“Hey!”
“Alright, keep your bra on. Come this way.” Kara turned and walked away, not caring if the beautiful bitch was following or not.
“Kara, what’s going on?” Pat waylaid her.
“I’m taking her away for half an hour. When I bring her back, she’ll be as good as new.”
His eyes narrowed contemplatively, but then he nodded and waved his hand dismissively.
In the six months since Kara came to the agency as an intern, she had more than proved herself. She was everyone’s dream intern; she got the coffee, knew where to get a ripped seam fixed in almost no time and she had an eye for what would fly as an ad. In short, she had street cred. She knew why Pat had panicked earlier on, though—the client they were working for had a strict no drugs policy and if they got wind of the fact that one of their models had been on drugs, they could well lose the entire contract. But she knew how to fix a doped-up person and if there was a way she could do that without losing them the account, then she would.
Thirty minutes later, she returned with the model, looking bright, and ready to work. She inclined her head to catch something Kara said and threw back her head in laughter, which the other woman immediately shushed. Somehow, Kara managed to get her back into the shoot as seamlessly as possible and everything went on as normal.
The entire debacle was witnessed by one man. He had come in right behind Kara, but had stood in the shadow, watching things play out. He was Ethan Hawke, the owner of one of the largest and richest banks in the country and the shoot was an ad for his bank. He spent a few more minutes studying the smallish woman as she subtly ensured that everything ran smoothly and he felt the first stirring of interest. She was not the sort of woman he was usually attracted to, but something about this one drew him and appealed to his senses. She moved quietly, but there was such energy and vitality about her that he wanted to reach out and touch it. There was a subtle sensuality about her and it showed in everything she did. In the way she laughed and drank and teased the man with a phone perpetually glued to his head. It was also in the way people responded to her. She was in control and no one even knew it.
Oh, but he knew.
She suddenly turned towards where he was standing in the shadows as though she could feel his eyes on her. He knew she would not be able to see him, yet she frowned and then her tongue darted out and she nervously wet her lips. Ethan felt lust strong and powerful roll over him and he blinked at the sheer intensity. He wanted her. He took a deep breath and allowed the feeling to flow through him. His body became primed and he felt his cock swell slightly. He had been without a woman for a long while, but he knew it was not going to last much longer.
With a brief flash of a predatory smile which was gone in seconds, he stepped out of the shadows.
Kara had just turned to catch something Felipe, a fellow intern, had said when she felt the sudden charged tension in the air. She watched in bemusement as everyone seemed to work faster. The photographer clicked faster. The models were more responsive and seemed to move faster. Pat clutched the phone to his ear and talked faster. Everything acquired fresh energy and if she had not witnessed it herself, she would have laughed if anyone had tried to describe it to her.
At that moment, Kara felt a force of great intensity directed her way and froze. Suddenly, she felt goose bumps spread over her arms and a slight shiver went through her. Even as she told herself it was the last thing she wanted to do, she slowly turned, like one compelled, to find herself face to face with the source of the force and her mouth promptly went dry.
She stared at the over-six-foot-tall, gorgeous man, and would have swooned if she were the swooning type. Fortunately, she wasn’t. She did not have time for swooning and she had even less time for good-looking, rich men. They were often too arrogant, too filled with their own importance and many times, that translated to unkindness. She’d had more than enough unkindness to last a lifetime. She would not willingly put herself in the pathway of more unkindness.