Instead, Darcy is teasing me by giving me everything he’s got in the most measured way humanly possible.
Eleven inches.
I don’t even know how I’m taking all of this cock. All I know is that the second he lets me, I’m bouncing up and down in it until I’m fucking cross-eyed.
I inhale s
harply, bracing for impact. Inch #12 is coming up any second, and I know what happens when I get it.
First, I’m going to feel him slam into my cervix.
Then, I’m going to orgasm so hard that the limo blows all four tires at once.
“Fuck, Darcy! Fuck me already!”
He holds me steady, one tantalizing inch away from the best orgasm of my life.
“Are you sure, Lizzie? You fucking want it?”
My lips are trembling as I look down on him with the sweetest, sluttiest gaze I can muster.
“I need it.”
“Shit. That’s fucking hot,” Darcy swears.
I feel his cock throb inside me while my honey slides down that damned final inch.
He gives it to me while staring deeply into my eyes.
Just like that, we’re gone. Playtime is over. No more games. He starts to pound away at my tight, dripping pussy like it’s his sole fucking purpose in life. The orgasm I’ve been begging and pleading towards, hits me like a fucking bus.
I go full-idiot for a second, while it takes over my entire body. I don’t have words for how fucking good it feels. Only moans.
My pussy is throbbing so hard, I can feel it in my abs. My mouth is slick with saliva. My heart feels like it’s about to pound its way straight out of my chest. My body feels light and airy, like I could float up out through the moon roof and into the stars.
Darcy’s my only anchor. He holds my hips tighter and slams all twelve glorious inches of his cock into me over and over again until my body collapses against his.
“That it, Lizzie,” he growls. “Take it! Take my fucking cock in your hot little cunt!”
I feel like I’m fucking glowing. Like there’s pink neon coursing through my veins.
Darcy sinks his teeth into my neck, then kisses the spot where they’ve bruised me. I’ll have to apply like, seven layers of concealer if I don’t want my viewers to see it on my next show.
Hell. Maybe I’ll let them see. They can all know that I’ve been taken by a better man. A richer man. A way, way sexier man. A man with a better brain and a bigger cock than they would even dare to wish for.
“Come with me, Lizzie,” he rasps. His gaze has gone all dark and sexy now, like he’s completely out of control.
“Make me,” I growl back. “Make me, Darcy! Make me come!”
I arch my back and he pulls my dress down, then buries his face between my big, bouncing tits. Darcy runs his tongue between them, licking the salty sweat from my skin. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, then pinches the other.
In my pussy, pink neon love-hearts are radiating, pushing their way through my whole body. When Darcy bites down on my nipple, thrusting his iron-hot man meat into me all the way to the hilt, I explode into a fucking star burst.
“Darcy!” I scream. “YES! OH FUCK, DARCY! YES!”
“LIZZIE!” he shouts. “AAAH! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CUM!”
I feel his balls tense up as he fucks me with a dozen hard little thrusts. Each of them showers my pussy with another burst of hot, creamy cum. All the while, we’re holding on to each other like we’re been tossed a vast ocean of pleasure without a lifeboat, and if we let go, we’ll both be lost.