Chapter 51: Chapter 51

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, scanning my face to see if I was looking good enough. I saw my lipstick smudge on the other side, completely eradicating the look. I quickly grabbed a napkin and then fixed it. I carefully took off the smudge on my lips and then stepped back. I angled my head on the other side, twirling my hair, trying to satisfy myself, but I didn't.

I let out a sigh, feeling so bleak at the moment. Why am I so doubtful about what I look like? I know I'm stunning, have curves, and look lovely in this outfit I picked out. However, something is missing. I feel like everything's going to fall apart later. I tried to look down on my body, looking at my flat stomach. I was trying to find what was missing when something flashed in my head. I recollected what Criselda looks like.

Her curves are out of this world. She had a goddess of a body, a face of an ideal, and confidence like an artist. Her voice is appealing, and she has an outgoing nature that would make you fall in love with her. She is one of those popular girl types inside the school where every guy will trail behind her just to honor her.

I trust Ethan with all my heart. I don't trust someone who is waiting for him. Exhilarating to see him. I should have chimed earlier and introduced myself as his girlfriend or his wife. But it was my fault for just staring at her, admiring her beauty.

I didn't realize I was crying again. I cursed and then looked at the ceiling, trying to stop these tears from flowing down. I shouldn't feel this way. We are going out, and here I am inside the bathroom, having doubts again. When will I learn how to be confident and wouldn't hide again in the shadows ever?

"Oh god, Natasha..." I'm so sick of this. He assured me, and yet I am, having trouble accepting myself. I realized what I lack despite having a gorgeous outlook.

"Natasha?"

My eyes widened in fear when I heard Ethan's voice behind the door. He knocked three times before twisting the doorknob.

"Are you-"

"NO!" I quickly pushed him away and then closed the door before he could step his foot inside the bathroom. I needed to fix myself first. I don't want him to see me looking like a mess. I know he has been waiting for an hour now, but I need more time.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" I heard his nervous tone on the other side. He was tense again. The doorknob twisted again, trying to open it, and he banged the door. The floor slightly moved because of the sudden impact.

"Open the door, Natasha. Let me see what happens. Are you hurt? Let me in, baby."

The last word took me off guard because, without thinking anything, I opened the door and then let him in, looking dumbfounded at his face. He almost lost his balance because it was sudden, but he caught himself. He looks down at me. His eyebrows were furrowed, but his expression changed quickly when his eyes met my face.

"I-i'm sorry." I quickly wiped the tear and then beamed at him, masking my true colors.

"I was just fixing myself when I-uh...accidentally trip then fall on the ground. But don't worry, it's all fine. I don't have a bruise." I assured him before he could say anything.

His eyes trailed down on my body, squinting and scanning every nook. His eyes narrowed then, out of nowhere, pulled me towards him. I crashed on his chest, inhaling his masculine scent. I was lost for words when he traced my side lips with his fingers. I parted them a little, giving him more access. His jaw moved then his eyes darkened, giving me that tautening look.

"You're lying." his voice sent chills on my spine, making my knees powerless, and my heart skipped a beat. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I could feel my hands fluttering, and my insides turned upside down.

"Tell me the truth, Natasha. What are you thinking?" he asked threateningly. His voice is grave and demanding. He was also looking down at my peeked breast. His lustful stare pierced through my soul.

"Answer me, Natasha." he was growing impatient. I pursed my lips, then licked the bottom of them. He growled, then wrapped his arms around my neck, nearly choking me but not abusing me. He lowered his face to mine, leveling with my eyes while his eyes didn't leave contact.

"Are you seducing me? Trying to trick my mind?" he argued, and I shook my head. I was nervous, and one of my mannerisms when I'm anxious is to bite my lip or lick them. I didn't know it turned him on like that. I slowly looked down at his crotch just to see it protruding. It was moving slightly as if it had a life of its own.

"Ethan..." I called his name softly, then looked back at his eyes. He tilted his head, his hair covering his left eye, his lips slightly open, and his stares were intense.

"Kneel," he demanded, which I was taken aback by.

"W-what?"

He didn't waste any more seconds. He suddenly pulled my hair, caught my head, then pushed my shoulder to the ground. My eyes broadened when I was face to face with his erecting member, even though it was still covered with his pants. I gulp, knowing where this is heading. Even though I wanted to protest. However, it excites me what he wanted me to do for him.

"Unbuckled my belt," he ordered, thrusting his hips barely on my face. I gaze up at him one more time before shakily raising my hands to get this belt off. I was nervous and didn't know what to do at first, but he waited patiently for me, encouraging me to go on.

I breathed in, then slowly slid down his pants on the floor and his boxer. His member sprang free then it slapped me on my cheeks, causing me to gasp in shock at how hard and immense it was.

"Stroke it." he mandated, then motioned his head for me to carry on.

As if I was hypnotized by him because I did what he told me to do. I catch his cock with my fingers, then stroke it gently. He let out an animalistic groan. I thought he was in distress, but his eyes were closed, and his lips departed when I saw his face. He enjoyed it, and it turned me on to see him diving into pleasure.

I was doing it right. I continued stroking it with my hand, up and down and slowly at first. I was taking my moment, then I kissed the tip of it. This earns a loud moan coming from him, thrusting his member close to my mouth.

"You're doing great, baby. Keep going." he guided my mouth. He opened it using his fingers then he slowly let his cock in. When my tongue touched his tip, he lost control of it.

"Licked it, my love. Lick it for me." he groaned, then guided my head up and down on his cock. I opened my lips wide enough for him to fit, making my jaw tense. Oh god, can I take him? He's so vast and rigid. I was nearly crying when he thrust in and out, fucking my mouth.

He let out an animalistic sound that made my insides tickles. I looked up at him, only to see him watching me from underneath. He was losing breath, controlling his moans and groans. However, he can't deny that he was in so much pleasure as he closed his eyes and looked at the ceiling. His adam's apple is seen.

"N-natasha!" he screamed when I massaged his balls while licking his tip and then down to his length. He grumbled, then caressed my face while sucking him so hard.

"Who is your daddy?" the side of his lips curved up sexily. My cheeks reddened. I don't know why but it turned me on big time because I could feel my juice overflowing between my legs. I moaned on his cock, my voice vibrating on his member.

"Oh, fuck!"

Surprisingly, he stopped me while his dick was inside my mouth. He forcefully let go of my face, away from his cock then he lifted me up from the ground, carrying me to our bed. He threw me on the mattress, and my face was pushed against the soft cushion. I was about to glance at him from behind when he put his hand above my head, making me breathless.

"Lift your hips. I'm going to fuck you from here."

But he was impatient even before I could do what he wanted me to do. He guided my hips up while my upper body lay on the bed. He caressed my buttocks and then slapped them hard. I whined and whimpered with both pain and ecstasy.

"Fuck, you really have a nice ass." he slowly slid his four fingers inside my walls while his thumb massaged my anus. I didn't know where to look and what to grab on to. I was losing control of my mind and soul. I can see rainbows and butterflies. I was moaning like tomorrow was never going to come. I don't care if they heard me. I need to cum!

"I asked, who is your daddy?" he demanded, then slapped my left cheek. The sound of pounding our skin echoed throughout the whole room. I look to my right side, facing the wall. The bed was rocking with us.

"Y-you..." I gasped for air when his fingers went faster, reaching almost for my core. I think he wasn't satisfied with my answer because he slowed down, close to stopping. No!"

"I said," he yanked my hair, then pulled it closer to him. I was crying in pleasure when he bit my earlobe and whispered in my ears.

"Who is your daddy?" be threatened, then completely stopped. I was so near that I had to move my hips to meet his long fingers inside me. But he stopped me by controlling my hips. I was so desperate I clung to his arms behind me and then shouted.

"You're my daddy! Please! Fuck me so hard with your lengthy hard dick. I will cum for you, my daddy."

I think this answer satisfied him because he grabbed both of my hips, centered them on his cock, and slid inside my walls without warning. He started to pound so fast and hard that he collapsed on my back. His face leveled on my ear, then bit on it while fucking me from behind. My ass was meeting his hard dick.

"You're learning, baby. That's good, moan for me. Don't mind those other people who are hearing us and wailing on the other side of the wall to make this stop." he warned, then he went faster with the slaps of our skin, making me cry.

"Remember, this room is our own world. I can fuck you all day and all night here if I want to. If I tell you to moan, then moan. If I tell you to strip, then strip for me, darling. If I tell you to kneel down, do what as I say, or you will face the consequences."

This is too much for me to handle. He's going outlandish. I didn't say anything as I focused on his thrust behind me. I was about to cum because I could feel the tension rising in my stomach, and my insides were turning upside down when he stopped. I wanted to throw my hands, but he suddenly rolled me until I was face to face with him.

"I want to watch you cum while fucking you," he mumbled, then he slid his cock inside me without caution. He grabbed both of my breasts that were bouncing. I was losing control again as I was looking for something to hold. I looked at Ethan, who was enjoying his view. His necklace was shaking above my face, in between my eyes. He grabbed it, then bit on it, and pounded his erecting member inside me, stretching me so much.

"I love you..." I told him, then caressed his cheeks. This took him off guard because he suddenly crashed his body on top of me, strangled his legs on mine then went faster. My body was rocking so quickly until we both cum.

"Fuck, you know how easy it turned me on to hear those words. Fuck I'm a mess," he whispered, then he slowly looked down between our sexes. He gradually slid off his cock. That's still hard after he shot his loads inside me.

I was tired and breathing for air when I lay down. When he heard the doorbell ring, I was losing consciousness, drifting to sleep. My body jerked, then glanced at Ethan, who watched me.

"Someone is outside," I told him. He nodded his head and then fixed himself. He offered a tissue which I gladly accepted, then wiped off his cum on my belly. Oh god, a good thing when we got here on the bed, he removed all of my clothes. I picked them up on the floor and wore them.

Ethan went to the entrance, and I heard him open the door. It was then followed by a familiar squealing voice of a female predator.

"Hi! The party was about to start. Aren't you going to join us?"

The moment I heard her voice, I suddenly wanted to throw up all the food I had eaten. I rolled my eyes secretly before following Ethan.

"Let me call my wife," Ethan said in his calm tone, then glanced at me. He offered his hands, motioning me to grab them. I walked up to his side then we glanced back at Criselda, who seemed to be taken aback by what Ethan had said.

"Y-you have a wife?" Criselda sounded so astonished. She pointed at me with her long nails. I roamed around, my eyes on her dress. It looks like she's ready to go to a club.

"Yes, and she will join us," Ethan said. Then we both got out of the room, leaving Criselda speechless.