He’s teasing me now, and I’m afraid he might be better at it than I am.
I’m nervous about letting out any moans, though they’re trying so hard to escape that they nearly choke me. I have to remember where I am. I’ve only had sex with Adas once before, at least in my memory. This seems like a huge risk for us.
But that’s why I love it.
Feeling him fingering me sends me back into my bed, where he touched me for what felt like the first time. My body anticipates the overload of pleasure and stimulation he had given me before, almost as if I have a natural craving for him. Perhaps it’s an addiction.
There are certainly worse things to be addicted to.
Adas leans over and starts to kiss and suck the part of my neck that meets my shoulder, which elicits a quiet moan from me in a moment of weakness.
“You need to be quiet,” he growls under his breath in my ear.
That tone in his voice, one of warning and potential danger, excites me so much that I almost moan again just to see what he’ll do. I want to push him until he punishes me, pulling my dress up and spanking me hard across his lap in plain view of the driver.
But I know that would be unwise.
He bites my lip as he kisses me again, alternating between a sweet, light kiss and a forceful, provocative show of his authority over me. He wants me to challenge him just as badly as I want to.
As he fingers me, he starts to rub my clit with this thumb, sending a plethora of sensations throughout my lower body. I’m completely lost for words, hoping just to allow the moment to take over me as I drown in the dark sensuality of it all.
The floor of the limo is illuminated by LED strip lights, just low enough to show everything in the space without being a distraction to the driver. How much of this can he see? Is it something he enjoys watching? Does he get off on it?
I can’t get in my head about it.
Adas pulls me out of my wheelchair and into his lap. As soon as he’s got me in position, he fingers me harder and more aggressively.
“You’re going to stay quiet and enjoy this, you understand?” he whispers harshly in my ear.
I nod emphatically, reaching desperately for his hand and forcing him to finger me even harder.
“Damn, you’re a little fiend, aren’t you?” he whispers again. I can hear the devious smile in his voice.
He spreads my legs further apart, rubbing my clit just hard enough to push me closer to the edge with every stroke. He wants me to cum right now, and he wants me to cumhard.
As he continues, I pull myself closer to him with my arms, rigid and shaking in desperation for release. I want to beg him to go harder, to call me a dirty slut, but my silence is all part of the game. He can sense what I want perfectly fine without my words.
“Are you going to cum for me, baby?” he asks softly.
Just as I’m about to cum, he puts his free hand over my mouth. “Don’t make a fucking sound,” he growls as he feels my vagina starting to contract around his fingers.
As I cum, I squirt all over the interior of the limo. It comes with every pulse, every contraction as I look down helplessly. Now the driver will definitely know, and it will be all my fault.
Knowing that he was able to take control of me like that and force me to cum so hard makes me want him inside of me even more. I want him to fuck me until I can’t walk for the rest of my life, injury or none. I want to feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside me as he orgasms from how tight and wet my pussy is for him.
“Fuck me, please,” I whisper.
“What did you say?” he replies, playing with my swollen clit as my legs twitch.
“I want you to fuck me,” I say, now with my full voice. Screw the driver. I’m going to get what I want.
As soon as I say so, Adas lays me down on the seat and pulls my panties down, tossing them across the limo.
“We can’t leave those in here!” I shriek.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” he says, smiling as he descends down between my legs.
The moment his mouth touches my pussy lips, I want to cry out in ecstasy all over again. He’d just made me cum moments ago, but I’m already hungry for another orgasm, one after another after the next.