by Abby Angel
“God,” I moan, my pussy preparing 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.
“Please,” I beg him, wanting to feel more of him.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum on myself if I don’t get inside of you,” he reasons and I yank my panties down my legs, crawling onto the floor to lean over the bench of seats as he positions himself behind me.
His hand drapes down my ass crack, running from my wet pussy to my puckering third hole, carrying the juices along the way. Watching the car beside us stare into our window, it’s almost as if they can see us. I imagine they’re wondering who is inside this limo, just as I would if I were in their position, but I doubt they would believe what’s really happening.
Not only is carter Blaine in the limo, which would be enough to make the onlookers gasp, but he’s about to shove his long hard cock into my ass. I can hear the eagerness in him as he scrambles to ready himself, moving on his knees, gripping my hips so aggressively as he lines our bodies up before leaning over to kiss each of my shoulders slow and gently.
“Please, baby. I want you,” I cry, wishing he would stop his torture.
“How do you want it?” he whispers.
“Hard and fast,” I order, glancing over my shoulder, a flash of a grin crossing his face as his eyelids grow heavy in excitement. I know that’s how he wants it too, so we’re both being tortured by his delay.
Just then, he rams that thick cock inside of me and I scream in delight. He’s so big, so hard, my body is instantly stretched beyond belief. It hurts in the best way and my body tries to quickly adjust to the fullness, but Carter gives me no time to get acclimated.
“Oh, fuck! I knew you would be good,” he grunts, his hips surging forward quickly.
“Oh baby! Yes!” I yell, throwing my ass back so that our bodies collide with every thrust. Gone is the pain, leaving only delectable pleasure. He feels incredible, better than I even anticipated, and my next orgasm begins building in my belly.
“That’s right! Throw me that ass, baby!” He growls, raising his hand before dropping it, harshly slapping my ass. I buck like an animal at the sting and he plunges deeper inside me.
“Carter! Yes!” I moan, my back arching as he presses roughly on the small of my back, pressing down so that my ass is at the perfect angle to get fucked.
“This is fucking mine!” He growls, surging forward as his free hand grips my hip, pulling me on and off of his raging cock.
“It’s yours, baby! Fuck me!” I beg and he grips me with both hands, our bodies colliding together fast and hard. He’s fucking me so roughly; it’s so dominating.
“I’m gonna fuck you through this whole fucking city!” he yells as the limo turns down another street.
“Oh, yes! Fuck!” I'm losing control as the orgasm threatens to break me in two. Two women crossing the street actually bend to look into the window, holding their hands above their eyes as some sort of visor with the hope of seeing who’s inside.
“Look at them,” Carter orders from behind me.
“Ahh!” I moan as he pulls a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look up at the nosey women.
“They want this. Every woman in the world wants this cock, and I’m in here fucking you,” he growls, and the realization sets in.
He may be a cocky bastard, but he isn’t lying. Women all over the world dream of fucking Carter Blaine every day and masturbate to thoughts of him every night. And here I am bent over the seat in a limo getting rammed as much as I can handle.
“Then fuck me!” I yell, and his pace increases as he pounds my asshole, his pelvis making my ass cheeks shake violently as we rock into each other.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you!” he assures me.
“Oh God!” I yell, my orgasm ready to rattle me. There’s no more fighting it, I can feel it taking over. My legs are already trembling; my belly feels the flutters of a million butterflies. I’m ready to submit to the pleasure.
“Don’t you cum yet!” he orders, again reading my mind, or maybe this time actually reading my body.
“Carter! I can’t stop it!” I cry, my climax just strokes away from takeoff.
“You better fucking hold it, Ashley!” He growls and I squeeze down, trying to fight back the explosion although it seems impossible.
My senses are just too much, too strong as he shoves his massive cock into my tight ass. I try to focus on what’s going on outside of the limo to push off my orgasm. We’re downtown now, and the streets are packed, as everyone moves about without a clue as to what’s happening just feet away from them.
Passengers in the cars beside us just go about their day, looking at their phones and some even glancing in our direction. But none of them can see us; we’re invisible to everyone, lost in our own pleasure and the reality of the secrecy just turns me on. It’s just Carter and I, the rest of the world doesn’t even exist.
“Hold it!” Carter yells, and I decide it best to focus on driving him to orgasm, rather than fighting mine off. I know he’s delaying my climax so that we can cum together.
Reaching back between my legs, I grasp beneath his surging member until I reach his balls. Taking them both between my fingers, I squeeze gently. The juices from my pussy have dripped, mixing with my saliva to creating a slimy mess, but it makes his balls slippery and sexy.
“Oh, fuck! Ashley!” Carter groans loudly.
God, I love hearing his sounds of pleasure. Every moan and groan he emits only pushes me further toward my climax. Knowing I can drive him to losing control just turns me on so much. The man that can’t lose control is ready to let loose in the back of my limo. What could be sexier than that? Nothing, I’ll tell you.
“Keep doing that,” he growls and I massage his balls with my hand as he pumps into my ass.
Our bodies are working together like two well-oiled machines, drenched in sweat from such a long build up, but I’m determined not to cum without him, despite how desperate my body is for release. I want to give Carter whatever he wants, and if cumming in unison is what he wants, that's exactly what he’ll get.
“You want to cum for me, baby. I can feel it,” I say over my shoulder. He grips my hips tighter, slamming into my ass so aggressively I cry out in pain. The best kind of pain.
“You want me to fuck you hard,” he rocks into me.
“I want you to fuck me until I cum, baby. And you’re gonna explode in this tight ass,” I arch my back, giving him the sexiest view.
“Fuck, you’ve got a tight ass, Ashley. You’re damn right I’m cumming in you,” he growls, our eyes locked on each other as he continues his onslaught, not breaking the rhythm.
“Ooh, yes! Baby, you feel so good,” I moan, my orgasm back at its peak, ready to climax.
“You fucking feel amazing,” Carter groans.
Together we keep up our pace, rocking and colliding, building and teasing each other. The driver continues to tour around the city, and onlookers keep peering in for a glance at the celebrity inside. It’s the most erotic and sexy experience I’ve ever had. In some ways I don’t want it to end, and even though I’m looking forward to the explosion
, I’m a bit worried about my climax. I’m scared at how hard I’ll cum after such a long build up. My first climax was all I could take, and now I was surging toward an even greater ending.
“Okay, baby. I’m almost there,” Carter announces, and my body lights up knowing I’m only seconds from the overflow of pleasure.
Squeezing his balls tightly, I feel them draw up, ready for his release, but he keeps surging, his balls slapping against my pussy lips. He’s balls deep in my ass and it feels incredible. My pussy is clenching, desperate for friction, or pressure, or anything!
“When I say, I want to feel you cum,” Carter says, reaching around to slide two fingers in my pussy. I melt, my head drooping down to the seat in utter joy.
He feels too good to bear. It’s all so overwhelming that he could be this good, this commanding, and still be a virgin. His hips rock like a seasoned pro. Those fingers curl inside me like he has a map to my g-spot. And that tongue of his is beyond masterful. He’s the most experienced and talented virgin I’ve ever met. Honestly, his cock is too big to keep to himself. He should be forced to share this gift with women, but only this woman.
“Are you ready?” Carter asks and I moan my agreement, but that doesn’t seem to be enough for him.
“Are you ready?” He repeats himself, and again I moan, my mind unable to process complete sentences or even thoughts at the moment.
“Tell me,” he growls, raising his hand before dropping it on my ass again. The sting sending shudders down my spine.
“Yes! Fucking yes!” I scream, bucking again.
“Good,” he growls, pulling me into him as his cock begins to twitch. I can feel him losing control, hear it in his voice as his growls turn to moans, almost squeals of delight.
“Baby!” I cry, my orgasm tearing at me.
“Hold it!” he yells.
“Carter! Fuck!” I blurt out, I can feel my climax oozing out of me, and I try my best to slow it, but it’s useless, this is happening whether he likes it or not. He's more in control, and has the willpower of a solider. He wins that battle; I give up.
“Now!” He screams and a tear rolls down my cheek as I stop fighting and allow the climax to overflow, my body singing with moans and cries of his name as his hips still rock forward. I feel his cock twitch and spasm, the creamy war spunk shooting deep inside of me.
“Ashley! Fuck, baby! Ashley!” He groans, and hearing my name fall from his lips in pleasure only extends my own climax.
Our bodies continue to rock as we milk each other of every drop of pleasure between the two of us. I am so spent, so satisfied, and he is still driving me forward for more. He is so incredible and the way he makes me feel is unbelievable, indescribable. I'm at a loss for words as my orgasm finally descends, my chest heaving as I pant in exhaustion.
I feel like I’ve just run a marathon, and it very well may have been my most extensive workout in month. My abs are tight and my ass is sore as Carter finally slides out of me. His manhood is still erect, and his semen oozes out me slowly, the warm sensation sending shivers up my spine.
Everything about him is just so sexy, so erotic. Our fingers are intertwined, have been since he gripped me while cumming. It’s the most intimate thing ever, and I don’t want to let go of the connection.
Wrapping me in his arms, he sprinkles kisses all over me, and I lean up on my knees to offer him my mouth, which he takes with a new level of passion and intimacy. Our damp bodies are melded together, a steam of satisfaction ebbing off of us as our breathing syncs in this climactic high.
“That was incredible,” I finally break the silence.
“Oh my God. You’re amazing,” he leans down, kissing the tip of my nose.
“I told you we just needed a little privacy,” I snicker.
“Yeah, a couple of times I thought people could see in here,” he glances toward the window.
“Me too!” I exclaim before asking, “Did you see the two women looking in?”
“I thought for sure they could see. They were holding their hands up and everything!” He laughs and I giggle, leaning into his arms.
“What do you want to do now?” I ask.
“Let’s stay together,” he suggests, and although I’m not sure what that means, I agree.
Lifting the phone from the receiver, Carter tells Johnny his address and instructs him to take us there. We’ve been going at it for so long that we’re now uptown, not far from where he lives. For the rest of the short ride, I smile in complete bliss, unable to process all that’s happened between us. He is a dream, and I feel like I’m floating on air as we maneuver through the city in complete anonymity, other drivers and pedestrians both unaware of the magic we hold between the two of us.
When Lola hired me for this, I never thought I could grow such deep feelings for someone, especially not this fast, but I have been smitten with him since we met and now I’m sure that it’s even more. He means the world to me, and our future is something I want to make a real possibility.
I have to tell him the truth about me, and I need to make sure he doesn’t give in to me without first knowing the truth. I don’t want any secrets between us, no matter what that will mean for me. I have been honest about who I am and I know I must also tell him how I was introduced into his life.
I can feel his strong feelings for me, from the way he fucks me to the delicacy in how he holds me right now. Leaning down, he kisses the top of my head and inhales deeply, and I’m certain we're both in this together, falling hard.
I don’t want it to stop, or even slow. It’s the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had. Carter Blaine has been the man of my dreams for years, and now he's the man of my reality. It’s hard to process it all, so I decide to give my thoughts of the future a rest and focus on the present.
Leaning into his solid chest, I look up at him. The look of sincerity in his eyes and the smirk of happiness on his face makes me sure that I’m making the right decision. He’s worth everything. That I’m sure of.
Ashley
The limo pulls to a stop in front of the building Carter is staying at. I look at Carter and smile, all my feelings from the past few weeks right there at the surface. What we just did together in the limo was so unbelievably amazing. A man has never made me feel the way that Carter does. The sex—well, the kinds we’ve had, at least—is out of this world mind-blowing.
Everything I’ve seen from him has only proved that my original thoughts after I read his file were accurate. He isn’t the guy that everyone sees on TV. He’s not just some chauvinistic player that sees women as a sport. I mean, not when you take him away from the context of the show.
I know logically that we’re actually on the show right now, but I can also tell that something seems different. I don’t think it’s just me. I think he feels it too. But I’m not one hundred percent sure yet.
The driver comes to the back of the limo and opens the door for us, and I climb out before Carter. He follows right behind me.
Standing there in front of Carter’s building is a sort of attractive man dressed in expensively tailored clothes, his hair perfectly arranged and a mega-watt smile on his face. He’s looking right at us. I frown, not sure who this guy is.
“Chase,” Carter says from over my shoulder, an edge in his voice as he rests his hand on my hip. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, Carter,” the man—Chase, apparently—says, his smile never faltering. “The network has now forbidden you from having anal sex.”
What the hell?
Is this guy for real? Who is he? And why is he talking about anal? It’s like he knows…
My eyes narrow when Carter’s hand tightens even more, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my hip. Normally I’d like that, especially if he was using that strong grip to guide me up and down that giant monster of a cock. But right now it feels almost like a warning. Or like he’s afraid of what this guy Chase is about to say.
I cross my arms over my chest.
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nbsp; “Who the hell are you, and how do you know we just had anal sex?”
Carter lets out a low laugh, his breath teasing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I turn to look at him from the corner of my eye, and he’s shaking his head, watching me in amusement. But at Chase’s next words, the smile disappears.
“Oh, we had a camera in the champagne bottle,” he says casually.
Seriously? He has to be fucking kidding me. But no, he looks dead serious. A camera in the champagne bottle? And here I thought we would be safe from the cameras in the limo. I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that anyone watching the live stream might have had a glimpse of me with Carter giving it to me good. In the ass.
My face turns bright red. Both from embarrassment and from the memory of just how amazing it was.
“Chase,” Cartier grits out. “What do you mean, no more anal?”
“Yeah, man, sorry about that,” Chase sighs, lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug. “You can’t do it anymore. The clause and all. You know how it goes. They’re playing their trump cards here, dude. Only oral and vaginal sex from here on out.”
Which actually means just oral. Because we have eight more weeks until Carter can lose his virginity. And I’m not going to let him give in, even though that was the original plan—why I was hired by the network in the first place. It’s going to take everything I have to help him resist, especially if we can no longer do what we just did in the limo.
“Fuck, Chase,” Carter says. “This is going too far.”
Chase gives us a semi-sympathetic smile, but I can’t tell if it’s sincere or not.
“Come on, Ashley. Let’s go upstairs.”
Carter laces his fingers through mine, squeezing my hand reassuringly, and pulls me past Chase and through the doors of his building, across the elegant lobby, and toward the elevator.
