“Eliza,” Derek moans my name. Despite the air-conditioned temperature in the limo, Derek and I are both covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I feel a drop run down between my bouncing breasts. Derek’s hands tighten on my hips and he lifts me off his cock. If I weren’t drunk with desire, I’d be embarrassed by the whining sound I make at the loss of his cock inside me. He turns me so that my back is against his and then slams me back down on his cock. I scream with pleasure as his hand comes between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. I tilt my head back and Derek’s mouth crashes into mine, kissing me hard and dirty, just the way he’s fucking me. His fingers work my clit and grind against him wild and reckless, his name falling from my lips over and over again. The white-hot heat of pleasure is spreading through me like a wildfire.
“Harder, faster,” I say.
Derek is only too happy to oblige, wrapping his arm around my waist and driving his cock into me in hard fast strokes that steal the air from my lungs. The blood rushes in my ears and my heart is pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. I can feel muscles start to tense and shake, a red-hot wave of pleasure rips through me, as I scream Derek’s name.
I lean back against Derek, trying to catch my breath and he continues fucking me. He tilts his hips just so, and the head of his cock is rubbing against my G-spot with every stroke. Derek’s fucking me hard now, my ass slapping against his thighs with every stroke. I can feel another orgasm building, and I moan, my nails digging into Derek’s thighs. My pussy squeezes around him and I can feel Derek’s pace grow frantic. Derek’s cock spasms inside me and I feel a hot spray of cum filling me up. Jet after jet of cum coats my insides, as my pussy squeezes around Derek’s cock, like his body is trying to suck out every drop of his seed. I smell the scent of us fucking in the air, lust overpowering the leather, and it turns me on so damn much. I feel so thoroughly fucked now and we’re not even close to being done, not the way Derek fucks.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I say with a moan, leaning my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes.
Derek’s lips brush against mine.
“Can you go another round baby?”
I roll my hip experimentally and realize that Derek is still rock hard inside me. My body is limp and I feel drunk off of pleasure, but there’s no way in hell that I’m missing out on the full Derek Stackford experience.
“Of course I can, can you?”
Derek doesn’t answer; he just wraps his hands in my hair and pulls my head back to give me a long, deep, wet kiss. Derek breaks our kiss to lift me up and places me on all fours across the limo seats. Derek’s cum is leaking down my thighs and he drags his fingers through it. Then I feel his long, thick, cum-covered fingers slipping between my cheeks and sliding into my ass.
“Yes,” I moan as he pushes two fingers inside of me, filling me up even more than I thought possible, even though that enormous cock was just fucking me.
“God Eliza you’re so tight, it’s going to feel so good.”
I push back eagerly against his fingers as hot sparks of lust shoot up my spine. The sensation of his fingers in my ass while I’m on all fours, splayed out like this for him, makes me dizzy with lust. Derek’s other hand reaches around to play with my clit. I push back harder and faster, fucking myself on Derek’s fingers. It feels so good and I can feel that familiar pleasure starting to creep through my veins again, but before it can really take hold, Derek pulls his fingers from my ass.
I’m about to protest when I feel his tongue lapping at the edges of my hole. My fingers ding into the dark leather beneath my hands. Derek works his tongue in and out of my hole until I’m rocking back on his face, moaning. The combination of Derek’s tongue in my ass and the feel of his face all over my pussy because of my rocking is enough to make me feel like I’m going to fall out like a starfish and collapse, but the pleasure rising higher within me urges me to challenge my stamina and get fucked like I will never forget.
How can one man fuck this much?
How can one woman cum this much?
Two important questions that are rhetorical now, too, because Derek’s tongue is replaced by his cock so swiftly that I barely have time to react. The intense fullness is inescapable and erotic. My body responds instantly, pushing back against him and fucking him up my ass so fully that I shout out from low in my throat, louder than the previous screams from the night. Max can hear us, God can hear us, the dead can hear us, but I don’t care because Derek’s got his cock up my ass and one hand’s applying pressure to my abdomen while the other slides so many fingers in my pussy that I almost pass out. This is fullness. The kind of fullness that makes my body feel complete in a way I didn’t know it was lacking before.