I slip onto my knees on the carpeted floor of the limo.
His scent when I pull up the waistband makes my eyes roll. In the darkness, his massive shaft awaits. To get familiar, I lean my cheek against the silk and hold him as I rub along the hard length.
The car sways as I pull down the front of my dress and unclip the front of my bra. I want to feel him between my breasts.
Pressing forward as I pull his waistband down, I grip his massive cock in my hand. The heft of it makes me sigh and drops thrills trickling through me.
His breathing is hard as his eyes smolder into mine. His lips peel apart, then curl.
There’s no way I can resist a long lick to taste him. First, I slip him between my tits and it feels so good, so right, I almost laugh.
Pulling him up and squeezing my breasts together around him, I gasp at his heat and his hard ridges.
Pulses zing along the length of him as I take a firm hold of him in my cleavage and pull my arms together to hold him tighter. He’s hot and hard, and it feels like he was made to be there.
Squeezing him and dragging my tits around, up and down, and wrapping him close, I move up and down against him. He moans and thickens.
My chest and cheeks flush and my mouth waters as I pull and rub him.
I’m panting as I hold his base with one hand. Licking my lips, I cup and squeeze his balls in the palm and fingers of my other hand.
I look deep and long into his eyes and let out my tongue as I lean in for the first taste.
His dark, smoky tang does not disappoint. The taste of him is wild, and it’s all man. Licking from the back of the seam on his ball sack, along to the front, then slowly, with my tongue flat against his underside, all the way to his crown.
I blow on the head and slip my lips down the side of his shaft.
He moans and writhes, stretching his powerful thighs farther apart as I take my time to lick and suck his balls, one at a time.
I keep at that until his hips start to rock.
With my hands gripping his ass, I work my lips and my tongue back up the length of his pole, all the way to the top. After another look into the burn of his eyes, I slip my lips over his head until it pops into my mouth.
Then, farther. Closing. Sucking. My lips seal around him and he slides into my mouth. With my tongue flat, I work down his length, stretching my mouth to take him all the way in.
Thin, sweet saliva floods my mouth as the bulb reaches the back of my throat. I work my lips farther down, nibbling along as he crests over the back of my throat.
I love the feeling of inhaling this man, this beautiful mess of powerful contradictions. Of him filling my mouth and my throat.
The wet muscles of my throat close around him as I take him deeper. My lips nearing his base.
I pause to take in the sensations, before I start to work my mouth up and down him. Keeping my lips tight and my throat working, I stay deep, so his crown is always in my throat.
His thighs tighten, squeezing my breasts as I lap and suck.
When his hips flex and begin to buck, I plunge deeper. All the way down until my nose reaches his abdomen. I slip my tongue out and down to reach between his balls.
Sucking hard and slow, I work my way up and down him, loving the heat and power of him inside me. I feel like I’m opening a box of magic. Lighting a dark, sacred fire.
He swells and pulses. Heating. Straightening. Hardening. Stretching my mouth, my throat. Wider.
Driving. Filling me.
I move faster.
His ass cheeks tighten. Harden. And they rise.
His body moans and twists.
From behind the base of his cock, a swelling bulges, climbs the shaft. Behind it, another. Then another. And another.
One after another, hot explosions of thick, smoky cum blast into my throat. My cheeks puff as my mouth fills. I have to make myself stay down. But I want it all.
I stay with my head in his lap and suck back all the salty taste on my lips.
When I start to get up, I can’t resist nuzzling him as I’m pulling my dress back together.
“I’m not sentimental, but I loved feeling you inside me.”
“But it’s a one-off. Right?” and I can’t tell whether he’s asking me or he’s telling me.
I say, “Yeah. A one-and-only.” Then, “Maybe a two-off. At a pinch.”
“Okay. Maybe. Never say never. For the record, you are kind of amazing, though. Every time I look at you, I see something else.”