“You seem to be able to do anything you want to me. I can’t do anything,” I frown.
“You’re about to get fucked,” he says flatly, running his free hand under my dress to squeeze my nipple.
“Ahh!” I cry out, ready to combust.
“Why are you fighting it?” he says under his breath.
“No,” I moan, rocking backwards in sync with his plunging hand.
“You know you’re gonna cum for me, Ashley,” he whispers in my ear.
“I don’t want to,” I manage between moans. My body is playing a game with my mind. Regardless of how much control I want to exhibit, my body is determined to seek its release. The pleasure is seeping through me; waves of sensation are rapidly growing in my belly. My pelvis muscles are extremely tense as my pussy lips clench together in sweet anticipation.
“You can’t fight it, baby,” he warns and I have reason to believe him. There’s nothing I can do to prevent the sensations from rocking through me. Even trying to busy myself with his monstrous cock doesn’t seem to work, my focus constantly shifting to embrace the pleasure between my legs.
My dress is flipped up over my hips, my ass completely exposed, although my panties are still intact, just pushed to the side. I’m so wet; I can hear my juices every time his fingers enter me. My body is overflowing with sensation, every inch of me desperate to let go.
“I’m gonna fuck you as soon as this sweet pussy cums for me. And then I’m gonna make you cum again,” he groans, my pleasure turning him on.
“You’re not gonna fuck me,” I smirk, leaning down so that my ass is even further while my face rests on the soft leather of the seat.
“Oh, I’m definitely fucking you,” he says with a slight chuckle.
Turning to face him quickly, I look over his face, but he seems serious. There’s no way I'll let him fuck me through my seduction. I don’t want to complete my deal and later regret this being some sort of job. I want him because I want him.
“You can’t fuck me, Carter,” I say.
“Yeah, I can fuck this sweet ass.” He reaches over me, slapping my ass cheek with his free hand.
“Oh fuck. Anal.” I breathe out in gleeful anticipation. I totally forgot about that.
“I can do everything to you but stick my twelve inches in this juicy pussy. And trust me, I intend to do every last thing to you right here in this limo,” he looks down at me with a look of lust and devious desperation.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” I move to turn so I can feel him, my body exhilarated at the news.
“We’re waiting for you to cum,” he reminds me of his plan.
“Carter, I’ll cum from you fucking me,” I plead, my treacherous body still rocking toward him, dangerously close to falling over the edge.
“Oh, I know. You’re gonna cum then too, but I want to feel this pussy squeeze around me. I wanna feel you shake from the inside. And then I’ll finally let you feel this cock stretch you to your max. I’m gonna fuck this tight ass until you cream for me,” he rubs his thumb over my puckering asshole and my muscles clench, ready for his intrusion.
“God,” I moan, my pussy prepa
ring for the inevitable, as Carter looks on in complete satisfaction.
“That’s right, baby, just give it to me, and then you can have this,” he lifts his hips so his erection pokes my breast.
Knowing what’s to follow, I’m ready to let go and lose control. My body surges forward and backward, as the limo swerves between traffic, the tinted windows hiding us from pedestrians walking right passed our window.
“Fuck! Oh, baby!” I cry, the orgasm slowly releasing. It’s the sweetest, most pleasurable delayed gratification in the world.
“Mmm… I feel you baby. Give it to me,” he growls and it’s my undoing. My body unravels, as a climax of extreme proportions streams out of me.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I yell, my pussy gripping around his fingers before he rips them from me.
“Carter, no!” I cry at the absence.
“I gotta fuck you right now,” he explains, lifting to change positions.