by Alexis Angel
His hands are wrapped around my waist tightly as I struggle to find my smartphone in my purse before dialing my driver’s cell. We look like that couple that needs to get a room as Carter kisses my neck, our bodies melded into one. Tilting my neck, I move to give him full access, that masterful mouth arousing me in the best way.
“Johnny!” I yelp into the phone as my driver answers.
“Are you ready, ma’am?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m ready. Please come to the front,” I order impatiently and he agrees before ending the call.
“Where are we going?” Carter asks, his hands massaging everywhere they touch.
“Anywhere but here,” I glance around, shocked that no one has realized who Carter is. The last thing I need is a crowd of his fans snapping pictures as he makes a meal out of my neck.
“My cock is fucking throbbing for you, Ashley,” he whispers in my ear and my abdomen muscles clench sweetly.
Arching my back, I press my ass into his bulge, and his hips rock forward, our bodies straining against each other, both hungry for more. Turning to face him, I run my nose along his, our lips less than an inch apart. Staring into his eyes, I cannot believe how much he can turn me on without even touching me.
It’s more than sex actually, I feel something deep in my heart for him, a feeling I’ve never felt for anyone, let alone a work subject. There’s something special between us, in addition to the incredible attraction I feel whenever I’m in his presence. My body leans into every touch, every kiss, always wanting more, feeling more.
“I want you so bad,” I whisper, almost to myself, but Carter hears me and takes my face into his hands, again sliding that tongue of seduction through my lips, swallowing my moans.
“Is this you?” he asks, pulling away from our kiss. I’m so lost in the disappointment that the moment is over, I don’t pay any attention to our surroundings.
“Your car?” he smirks, reading my confusion.
Turning around, I see the black limousine I’ve had driving me around for the day. Johnny jumps out of the driver seat and scurries to the back door, holding it open as I look up to Carter. I can see the weariness on his face, mixed with a bit of curiosity. I could tell him my plan, but I think it's best if I just show him.
“Come on,” I whisper in his ear, biting his lobe before walking forward, tugging his hand.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice laced with suspicion, yet he willingly follows me into the luxury vehicle before Johnny closes the door behind us.
“I needed you alone,” I explain as we settle into our seats. Glancing down, I can see the bulge in his pants; it looks quite painful actually.
“Yeah, I’m about to split these pants open if you don’t stop teasing me,” he rubs his hand over his crotch, again reading my thoughts.
Johnny gets in the car, and straps on his seatbelt before looking into the rearview mirror, our eyes locking as he silently asks for the plan.
“Just drive around the city, Johnny. I’ll let you know when to stop,” I instruct, and he nods before pulling into traffic. Climbing over Carter, I reach to the control panel on the door beside him, my ass poking in the air as he grins that knowing grin as if he is completely on to my plan.
“I know what you’re doing,” he whispers in my ear and I look back at him innocently as I push the button, which controls the partition. Instantly, a black glass rises, separating us from Johnny.
“I told you I wanted a little privacy,” I finally say, my body still stretched across his lap.
“So now that you’ve got me in privacy, what do you plan to do with me?” He tilts his head as if he’s truly interested in what I have planned, but I’m still not going to tell him.
“I don’t know, maybe get to know you a little better?” I shrug, and his hand slowly moves from my neck, tracing the seam of my dress, outlining my breasts, and trailing down my midsection until they find my ass.
“It seems I know you pretty well, Ashley,” he whispers into my ear as my body melts beneath his touch. He’s right; he definitely knows how to control my body. He knew what I liked and what I wanted from the first time he ever laid eyes on me, that is undeniable, but I do actually want to know more about him.
He’s an enigma the way he can control himself, whereas I lose all of my willpower whenever he’s within a mile. Knowing that no one has ever been fucked by him just drives me up a wall. I want to be his first, and if I’m honest I don’t want anyone else to have him once we’re finished. I know I shouldn’t take advantage of him, especially with my contract I’ve made with Lola, but my hormones are making the decisions now, not some payday.
It’s not the money that is driving me forward, it's his hand, which is teasing me between my legs, running along the outline of my pussy lips through my soaked lace panties. His breath is hot on my neck as he breathes deeply between kisses, inhaling my scent like it contains some secret potion. He makes me feel so sexy and wanton, another feeling I’ve never experienced.
“I think you do know me quite well,” I admit, my pussy driving my hips to lean into his touch, but he won’t go further, won’t give me what I want.
“I want to know you better,” he says as his hands move my panties to the side, one finger sliding inside of my wet pussy. I moan in delight, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He slides a second finger inside me and I’m unable to concentrate, my body wanting to climax more than anything else. His fingers lazily slide in and out of me, so slowly it's almost upsetting. He’s such a tease, and I’m determined not to beg. No, I’ll take whatever torture he wants to hand out. I’ll even deliver some of my own.
“I was hoping for the same thing,” I whisper, arching my back so I look as sexy as possible spread out across him. I can see his eyes lighting with lust as I move sensually, glaring at him throughout all of my movements. He's so sexy I could just cum on the spot, and I know he knows that, but he somehow contains his own desires.
Reaching down, I fondle his steel rod through his pants, his body instantly lifting, begging for more. Maybe he isn’t as controlled as I thought, because he's obviously affected by me, and as dangerously close to begging as I am.
“Want something?” I tease and he slides a third finger inside of me in response.
“Shit!” I sigh, my body loving every second of the pressure and friction his fingers are giving me. Oh man, I don’t know if I can play this game for much longer, let alone win. He’s so good at this with years of experience turning down seduction, whereas I thought I was the expert. He’s able to manipulate me in the best way and I love every second of it.
“I want to feel you cum,” he answers me, but I’m so lost in the pleasure I can’t even remember what I asked him. My body is building, surging toward an orgasm, and then he slows his fingers. Honestly, I’m grateful, because I didn’t want to cum yet, and he’s working me over so well; the build up is just as good as the finale.
“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” he questions, and I remember my task, unbuckling his pants. I can’t focus around him, especially when he’s inside of me. God, I wish I could really feel him inside of me. That would be the best, and I know he would cum so fast fucking my tight wet pussy, the ultimate gratification.
With trembling hands I unbuckle his belt and pants, his member instantly lunging forward like a freed captive. I can smell him; he has such a delicious and unique aroma – a blend of body wash, cologne, and the sweet musk of a man. Leaning my head down, I run the tip of my nose down his long, hard shaft, inhale him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he groans before sliding his fourth finger inside of me.
“Ooh, baby, yes,” I moan, launching my ass back, wanting to feel him. Thankfully, he slams his fingers into me; fucking me like it's his cock and I can tell we’re both wishing it was. I know we will be so good together and a part of me wants to convince him, but it can’t be for work, it has to be the real thing. He deserves that.
Running the flat of my tongue down his sha
ft, I feel his fingers pause, ending his consistent rhythm. I guess he’s having trouble staying focused just like me. The vein on his cock is pulsating; I can literally see him throbbing. Knowing it is because of me, for me, is just overwhelming. I want to cum all over him.
“Don’t suck it,” he warns me and I look up at him in disappointment. My mouth is watering to taste him, watch him lose control and then feel him explode in my mouth.
“You heard me,” he reiterates his instruction and I obey, choosing to sprinkle the soft skin of his shaft with sloppy wet kisses instead, my tongue salivating at every taste. He’s glistening with my saliva, his fingers ramming into me perfectly.
I want him so badly, my pussy eager to cream on his twelve inches of hard, thick cock. With my ass still in the air, I hover between his legs, lifting his cock to lick his heavy balls.
“Don’t!” He bites out between clenched teeth and I look up at him, again disappointed.
“What can I do?” I pout.
“Stop whining,” he smirks, obviously amused by my pouting.
“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 in tact, 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 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.
