Ugh, I don’t even want to think about it.
“Want some coffee?” she says, frowning. “You look out of it.”
“No, I’m good. I don’t drink coffee.”
She looks like I just told her I don’t believe the earth is actually round or something equally outrageous.
“What?”
She shakes her head. “I just can’t imagine not having my cup of coffee in the morning. It gets me going.”
I shrug. “I don’t need it. I just hit the gym in the mornings and that wakes me up. Though, I don’t think I’ll have time for it this morning. I have you to thank for that.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining before.” Layla arches her eyebrows.
Laughing, I check my watch. My driver should be here soon with a fresh suit for me to wea
r to work, but not quite yet. I still have a little time.
“Well, if I’m going to miss my morning workout, thanks to you, the least you can do is make it up to me.”
A slow smile spreads across her lips, and I know she’s on the same page. “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I can think of a few things…”
Layla
Jake’s driver arrives sooner than expected, but that doesn’t stop us from moving our new morning workout to the limo.
"I know it isn't as easy to get caught while we're fucking in the limo, but we can certainly make up for a missed workout in here," Jake says with a laugh.
I punch his arm playfully. "You and I don't have to risk getting caught to still have sex," I say. It's true, don't laugh, I just happen to very much enjoy indulging my exhibitionist fantasies with Jake.
I hold his hand and step into the car, sliding across the seat. When the door closes, I feel a change in the air when he sits down next to me. His fingertips are on the nape of my neck before I have a second to think and I'm already breathing more quickly in anticipation of his hands on me. Having sex in a limo is definitely new territory for me and I want to enjoy every second of it. I wonder about the moving car, the driver, and other random stuff like that.
Then I gasp, his lips pressing against my neck, and I lose all sense of anything but him and immediately forget all of my thoughts when his mouth touches me. He captures the skin of my neck between his teeth for a second, and I shiver. Then his hand replaces his mouth and his lips close over mine.
My fingers tear at his shirt, ready to strip him down so that I can put my mouth on his body while our kiss deepens. His hands make short order of my clothes, tearing everything off so quickly that I gasp. My discarded clothes and poor, abused little thong are a heap on the floor with his shoes, and his clothes are soon to join them. "I might have needed those things for later, you know," I say, laughing, but I really don't care. I just want to be able to rub my naked body against his, so I get rid of his clothes just as quickly. I take my mouth to his neck, and his fingers go to the wet spot between my thighs, now bared.
"Fuck, I need to fuck you so hard," Jake groans. "If I had my way, you'd never wear anything. I'd keep you naked all the time so I could fuck you as much as I wanted with nothing in the way." Then I feel his fingers start to stroke my pussy lips. The way he runs up and down the length of my pussy is enough to make me cry out against his skin.
"Mmm," I moan. "Yes, fuck, yes," I tell him, desperate for more, my pussy grinding on his hand. "I always want you inside me," I manage to tell him before I suck in my lower lip and try to breathe with the way he's touching my pussy.
But he already knows I want more and he pulls his fingers away from my pussy and replaces them with his cock.
I let out a wild moan as I feel his thickness sliding all the way inside of my pussy, his long inches destroying every single nerve ending on the way.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so goddamn good,” Jake growls against my ear.
I open my mouth to respond, but all I can manage is a moan, pleasure turning into sound as it rolls over my tongue.
I inhale sharply as he slides his cock out of me, and that is only so that he can thrust into my pussy again. Pistoning into me steadily, he starts by building a rhythm. First, softly, and then moving so furiously that I feel as if my brain is on fire. Each time he thrusts it's as if molten lava is being poured into my pussy, but the kind of molten lava that unleashes ecstasy all over my body and makes me desperate for more of him, so much more.
It doesn’t take long; a few hard thrusts and that’s all it takes for my pussy to tighten up around his cock like a vice, his shaft buried deep inside me as a tidal wave of ecstasy sweeps over me. I let it drag me down to the depths of pleasure, arching my back and screaming so loud that my lungs feel like two balloons about to pop.
“Oh god, YES!” I moan as he slides his cock out of my pussy, flames of lust dancing in his eyes.
Pleasure makes my muscles tense up and, before I know it, even my throat is choking out my moans. I just exhale sharply, bracing myself for impact, and it happens before I even know where it came from. The orgasm just explodes inside of me, a ball of fire sending tendrils of flames all over my body.