Rope after rope of glistening, pearly cum launches from Darcy’s pocket rocket like fireworks. He unleashes a massive fucking load, and it lands absolutely everywhere.
On the lapels of his suit. Across his lap. Along the buttons of his dress shirt. There’s even a little bit glimmering in his hair.
“Fuck,” I breathe, watching him in total awe.
This must be how my fans feel all the time. Or at least, something like this. When I come for my fans, we’re separated by a computer screen and thousands of miles. I can’t even see them and how they look like when they come.
But Darcy is here. Right here. He’s close enough to lick—
Which gives me an idea.
“God, Lizzie. That felt…”
“Incredible?” I suggest, leaning forward. “Spectacular?”
“I was going to say fucking good,” he laughs. “But on second thought, I don’t think words can describe it.”
“No?” I ask, dropping to my knees. I place my hands palm-down on the floor of the limo, arch my back and stare up at him hungrily. “How about…unbelievable.”
He stares back down at me and bites his lip. After all, I’m giving him a hell of a view.
“No,” he whispers. “Just like in X-Files, Lizzie. I want to believe.”
“Okay, Spooky Mulder,” I joke, crawling forward. “What about irrational?”
“That’s a good word for how you make me feel.”
On my hands and knees, I make my way across the limo until I’m kneeling at his feet. His cock is still out, throbbing and covered in his seed, but his hands are free to pet me and stroke me as he pleases. I flutter my eyelashes up at him as he toys with one of my rogue curls.
“Sensational,” I suggest.
“You certainly do stimulate my senses.”
“Clandestine?”
I lower my mouth to his cock. In one long, lingering lick, I slurp up all of the cum clinging to the underside of it.
“Mmm. Doesn’t have to be,” Darcy lies.
Or, at least, I’m pretty sure he’s lying. At this moment, I guess I don’t really care about things like reality. Business deals. Social and financial repercussions. Breathing. All of that seems kind of irrelevant when I can take Darcy’s dick down my throat—so I do.
“You suck cock like a dream, Lizzie.”
He slumps back, surrendering himself to the pleasures of my mouth.
“You have dirty dreams, Mr. Darcy,” I purr as I pull back and kiss up and down his shaft. He hasn’t softened up yet, and it’s driving me wild.
“That’s true,” he chuckles.
Then, as I grab his cock and slap it against my outstretched tongue, that laugh turns into a delicious hiss.
“Lately, there’s been a particularly insatiable woman on my mind.”
“Sounds like a slut,” I mumble against the lap of his suit pants.
I’ve found the long, sticky rope of cum that he’s painted across them in my honor, and now I’m taking the liberty of licking it off for him.
“Oh, she is,” he reassures me. “Sluttiest woman I’ve ever met.”