NOVEL NEXT Chapter 175: Chocolate Cake
Director Hayes, with the cold pistol resting between her hands, hesitated. Ethan's smile was hypnotic, and she felt her hands burning. Ethan's touch was so soft, so precise, that she was beginning to experience sensations she had never felt before, despite her terror.
What the Director didn't know was that Ethan had activated [Erotouch].
And what she was feeling was the magic of Ethan's ability, which allowed him to touch with the exact pressure, angle, and spot to ignite her, overriding her judgment and capitalizing on the psychological vulnerability that [EroVision] had revealed.
The Director sighed, exhausted by the internal struggle. She slowly lowered the gun and placed it on the polished wooden surface of the desk.
"You win, Mr. Blake," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I truly don't understand how someone as deranged as you thinks, to the point of putting a gun in my hands so I can kill you."
Ethan smiled triumphantly. He moved closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
"You're wrong about that, my dear Director," Ethan told her. "I never thought you would shoot me, you know why?"
Ethan moved in even closer, extending his tongue and sliding it gently into the Director's mouth, who opened her lips submissively to let it enter.
The kiss was deep, urgent, a torrent of accumulated domination and desire. When Ethan pulled back, she looked up at him, her eyes slightly teary from excitement, not fear.
"Why?" she whispered.
"Because I've always been sure you are completely wet for me," Ethan said with a predator's smile, his eyes traveling over the line of her neck and chest. "And I have a strong urge to devour this chocolate cake."
Ethan slowly and absolutely possessively scanned her entire body.
"I wonder if I'll find a small strawberry-colored part if I search further..."
He didn't wait. He crashed his lips against hers, a bruising, dominant kiss that stole her breath. His hands were rough, tearing at the zipper of her dress. The fabric split, revealing a black lace bra struggling to contain her massive, heavy tits. He ripped it clean off, letting them spill free.
"Look at these fucking udders," he grunted, grabbing one roughly and squeezing until she whimpered. He lowered his head, clamping his mouth around a dark, hard nipple and biting down, not gently. Hayes cried out, a sharp, pained sound that melted into a moan as his tongue soothed the ache. "Why's a fucking warden in a max-security prison for men dressed like a two-dollar whore, Hayes?" he slurred against her skin. His other hand shoved between her legs, rubbing the soaked lace of her panties.
"It's... it's just clothes," she stammered, her hips bucking against his hand.
"Bullshit," he laughed, a cruel, humorless sound. He hooked his fingers into the delicate lace and ripped it away. The panties tore, exposing her dripping cunt. A neat triangle of black curls was matted with her arousal. "You walk in here every day with these big tits and this fat ass, swinging it around for every guard and every con. You're just waiting, aren't you? Waiting for a real man to bend you over and fuck you stupid, to shove his dick so far up your tight little ass you can't walk straight. Admit it."
She tried to shake her head, but he grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "Don't you fucking lie to me." He slid two thick fingers into her slick heat, and her back arched. "I can feel you, you dirty slut. This cunt is begging for it."
He dropped to his knees, pushing her thighs wide open. Her clit was a hard, pink pearl peeking from her dark folds. "Found it," he growled before burying his face in her pussy. His [Erotouch] flared to life. It wasn't just a mouth on her; it was pure, concentrated pleasure. His tongue was a whip, his fingers were electric. He lapped at her juices, sucking her clit hard, his fingers curling inside her to hit that spongy, sensitive spot.
The first orgasm hit her like a freight train. She screamed, her body convulsing, gushing her fluids all over his face and chin. Ethan just growled and went harder, his tongue fucking her hole, his fingers rubbing her clit in relentless circles. The second orgasm was more violent, a blinding white light that made her thrash against the desk. And the third... the third broke her. She was a sobbing, trembling mess, her mind completely wiped, her juices coating Ethan's face in a shiny, filthy layer.
He stood up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "We're not even started, you fucking cunt," he snarled, grabbing her and flipping her over. Her face was pressed against the cold wood of the desk, her perfect round ass high in the air. He spread her cheeks, exposing her tight, puckered asshole and her swollen, red cunt.
Without warning, he slammed his rock-hard dick into her to the hilt. Hayes shrieked, a raw, guttural sound of pure ecstasy. He began to pound into her, a relentless, brutal rhythm. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust.
"Who's fucking you, Hayes?!" he roared, bringing his hand down on her ass in a sharp, stinging slap that left a red handprint.
"YOU! ETHAN! YOU'RE FUCKING ME!" she screamed, her tongue lolling out, drool pooling on the desk.
"Damn right," he grunted, fucking her harder, deeper. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye. The two guards he'd knocked out were on their feet, their faces masks of fury and disbelief. They saw their warden, their boss, being used like a common fucktoy, and they roared, charging forward like enraged bulls.
Ethan just laughed, a sound full of manic power. He grabbed a handful of Hayes's hair and pulled her head back. "Look at your boys," he hissed in her ear, never stopping his punishing thrusts. "They look pissed. But you don't care, do you? You're just a fucking whore who loves taking dick."
The guards were almost on them. Ethan pulled his slick dick out of her cunt with a wet pop. Before Hayes could even process the emptiness, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees. "Open your fucking mouth," he commanded.
She did, her eyes glassy and unfocused. He shoved his dick, coated in her own cum, deep into her throat. She gagged, but he held her there, fucking her face with brutal strokes. "That's it. Take it. Choke on it, you nasty bitch."
He looked directly at the charging guards as he skull-fucked their warden. They stopped dead in their tracks, horrified, frozen by the sheer depravity of the scene. Ethan just smiled, pulled out of her mouth, and shot a thick, hot load of cum all over Hayes's face and tits.
He shoved her back onto the floor, where she lay panting and covered in his seed. He turned to the guards, his dick still hard and glistening. "Your turn," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "Or are you just going to stand there with your dicks in your hands?"