Submitted

Submitted


ETHAN BARELY OPENED HIS EYES, STARTLED.

“Submitted? Are you completely sure about that?”

“I’ve never been more certain of anything, Ethan. I feel something down there burning, and I need you…” she placed a finger on his chest “…you and that big cock of yours to come inside and put out this fire for me.”

Amber swayed for a moment, utterly drunk, and Ethan smiled.

“Submitting you will have to wait for another day. You’re wasted, Amber.”

“You’re the one who’s drunk, idiot.”

Amber hung from his neck and began kissing him with unrestrained force. At first Ethan tried to pull back; she was drunk and he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability, but her kisses were as scorching and intense as fire itself, and he returned them instantly.

Amber kissed him with tongue, her hands sliding over Ethan’s body, claws raking his back while she moaned against his mouth.

“Ethan, I want you so much… What are you doing to me? I feel like I’m burning inside.”

She tried to break free of his hold, but as she did her feet tangled and they both crashed onto the beach sand, she on top of him. Ethan gripped her waist and, staring straight into her eyes, shook his head.

“This is madness. We have to go back to the hotel.”

Amber shifted her weight over him, glanced around, and there wasn’t a single soul in sight. She slipped the straps of her dress down and bared her breasts; her nipples were hard from the night breeze and from desire.

“Amber, we’re in public!” he protested, voice hoarse, unable to tear his eyes away.

“I don’t give a damn, there’s no one here. Kiss my tits!”

“Amber, I’m the one who gives orders.”

Amber squeezed her breasts together with her hands and pressed them against his face, brushing her nipples across his lips.

“No, you’re not in charge tonight; I am. Suck my tits, Ethan Rhodes!”

Moved by the hot flesh teasing him, Ethan squeezed his eyes shut and forgot where they were. He began sucking her breasts, drawing hard on the nipples while she rocked her hips over him, rubbing her soaked pussy against the erection swelling in his trousers, completely enraptured.

“Amber, this isn’t right,” he scolded even as he kept kissing her, licking and nibbling her skin; she, utterly drunk, left her breasts over his face and slid her hands down to her panties.

“It’s more than right, Ethan.”

She freed her pussy, which was completely drenched, dripping with arousal. She straightened up on top of him, breasts still bare, and unfastened Ethan’s linen trousers, releasing his hard, throbbing cock.

“Oops! Someone wants to play a dirty little game.”

“Damn it, Amber, we’re on the beach, someone could see us.”

“Then let them watch, because I can’t wait any longer.”

She rose up and, without looking anywhere, Amber impaled herself on Ethan, tearing a guttural groan from him as her tight pussy swallowed him completely.

“Ethan!” Amber cried out as she felt him deep inside, as though the heat of his cock were invading her all the way to her throat. “Oh, fuck, you’re… you’re so delicious, so big and hard.”

Amber closed her eyes and, as if she were dancing a majestic, forbidden dance, began to ride him. Her breasts bounced before the CEO’s bewildered eyes; he barely registered what was happening, yet his body responded on instinct, thrusting upward.

“Amber, please,” he gasped her name, and she moved faster, more frantically, her knees sinking into the sand while the slap of their bodies mingled with the waves.

“Ethan, tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop.”

She looked at him with pure sensuality as she rode him, biting her swollen lips; denying that he liked it would have been sacrilege. So, without another word, Ethan began moving beneath her with brutal force, increasing the depth of every thrust, fucking her pussy savagely.

“So you want to play? Then let’s play!”

He drove into her from below, frenzied, squeezing her ass cheeks hard, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, and every time her breasts slammed against his face he tugged on her stiff nipples, making her shudder and moan louder.

“Ethan!” Amber screamed as something inside her pussy quivered around the thickness of Ethan’s cock. She was sweating, panting uncontrollably, and an electric current shot through her lower belly, so strong it forced a scream from her. “Ahhh!”

“Yes, yes I like it, Amber, I fucking love this game, but I’m the one in control, not you.”

Ethan sped up; his hips slammed hard against her pelvis from below. Amber felt her clit grinding violently against the base of his cock and it began to throb, swollen and hypersensitive.

The contractions came hard; her pussy began pulsing on its own, gripping his cock like a vise, and when she felt one last powerful thrust from him, she screamed his name, collapsing into an orgasm so pleasurable it made her convulse.

“Ethan, fuck, Ahhhh!”

She fell onto his chest, nails digging into his pecs, and he kept pounding into her, fucking her soaked pussy without mercy. He had done it in public before, but in clubs designed for that kind of pleasure, never in a place as exposed as a beach, and the very thought drove him wild, made his cock swell even more.

He seized her hips and, while she still trembled with aftershocks, lifted her off him in one swift motion and flipped her beneath him, the sand sticking to her sweaty back.

“The world is spinning,” Amber gasped.

Ethan leaned in, stole a hungry kiss, biting her lip.

“And now that tight little pussy is going to spin too.”

He pinned her hands above her head and began pounding into her; his thrusts were strong, exquisite, deep, striking her most sensitive spot. Amber’s legs threatened to close from the overstimulation, but he forced them apart with his hips and buried his cock harder, fucking her relentlessly.

“Amber, your goddamn pussy is addictive. What the fuck am I going to do with you? You’ve driven me insane; I want to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Amber could only smile up at him, vision blurry, completely drunk yet burning with lust.

“Suck it.”

“Are you asking me to eat your pussy, Amber?”

“Yes,” she panted, still rocking her hips to meet his thrusts.

Ethan flashed a wicked grin, pulled out with a wet sound, and trailed down her body, licking and biting every inch of skin until he reached her pussy. He spread her legs wide and began devouring her, tongue-fucking her, sliding two curved fingers inside to stroke her G-spot until her walls clenched around them.

“You taste like me, you taste like pleasure, like hot honey, Amber. Your pussy is dripping, so sweet and ready for more.”

Amber writhed on the sand, stared up at the now-dark sky dotted with stars that mirrored on the horizon. She clawed the sand and moaned as Ethan worshipped her, sucking her swollen clit with endless devotion; even he didn’t understand why her pussy was so addictive, so fucking perfect.

She shuddered and came hard into his mouth, screaming into the empty beach’s solitude, her juices flooding his tongue as her back arched.

“AHHH! Ethan!”

“Yes, come in my mouth!”

He lapped up every drop, wiped the corners of his mouth with his thumb, waited until her breathing evened, then rose over her. In one brutal thrust he buried himself to the hilt and began fucking her with fury.

As he did, he kissed her with deep, raw passion, hands caressing and gripping her hips, branding her skin, and with every thrust he felt a wild desperation. He never wanted to leave her, wanted his erection to last forever so he could fuck her all night, feeling her pussy milk him, her moans driving him mad.

But his tensed body, his pleasure at the edge, and the overwhelming need to empty himself inside her betrayed him. He straightened like a feral beast and roared as he came, flooding her pussy with thick, hot jets of cum.

“Amber!” he growled, eyes shut, hips jerking with every pulse.

Then he collapsed onto her and, without thinking, kissed her tenderly, tasting sweat and shared ecstasy.



“Hey! You two, what are you doing over there?”

They had no idea how many minutes had passed when two coast guards shouted.

Ethan yanked his trousers up in a flash and pulled Amber’s straps back onto her shoulders, tugging her dress down to cover her still-throbbing pussy.

“Come on, Amber.”

“Where?” she slurred, drunk.

Seeing how wasted she was, he hoisted her over his shoulder and hurried toward the path back to the hotel.

“Wait!” the coast guards yelled, but Ethan only sped up, laughing like an idiot.

“What are you doing?” Amber squirmed on his shoulder.

“Running. Sex on the beach has consequences.”

He gave her a hard smack on the ass and ran. “I lost your panties,” he added, amused. He set her down on the sidewalk once they’d shaken the guards, hailed a taxi, and took her back to the hotel.

She fell asleep in his arms on the ride. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

When had she started turning into… that? That thing that had no proper name and that he didn’t quite know how to define.