My limbs flailing and my mind burning, he keeps on ramming it inside me; with the last ripples of ecstasy still receding from my mind, a new and bigger wave crashes on me, numbing not only my body and mind, but my soul as well. Everything in me is on its knees and praying for rapture.
I don’t know how many orgas
ms he wants to inflict upon me, but I want to turn the game around. I escape from under him, and before he can even realize what I’m doing, I’m on all fours on the seat.
He doesn’t need to be told what to do. I don’t even have the time to breath out; he’s already behind me, slapping my ass and rubbing his thick fat glans over my pussy as I wiggle my backside. He rams it in me in an instant, and before I can even control myself, I let out a violent scream. He’s ramming me so hard I lose all notion of where I am. I don’t care about anything anymore. My universe is pleasure, and pleasure is Lance.
His body moving in a frenzy; I have to place my hands on the door’s handle so that I don’t fall forward. He keeps ravaging me, his thrusts turning the sway of the limo into hard rocking. I feel the car’s body going from side to side, the metal screeching subdued as it moves. It feels as if we are not in a limousine, but on a boat during a storm.
I let myself go and, as my pussy tightens like a vice around his cock, I cum my brains out all over again. I have to grit my teeth as hard as I can, my lungs begging for me to scream out.
“Sir? Is everything okay?” I hear the driver say through the intercom. I look back at Lance over my shoulder, my eyes widening as I realize that the driver noticed the ruckus we were causing. How could he not? We almost turned the limo into the Titanic! “The car… Well, something was happening to it right now.”
Lance doesn’t seem fazed by it, though. He simply shrugs and reaches for the intercom, pressing down on the main button.
“We noticed it as well,” he manages to say, a fake calm on his voice. “That’s not normal at all… You should take this limo for a check-up once you drop us off. This car is in no condition to be driving anyone around.”
“Yes, sir. Will do,” the driver tells Lance. He looks at me with a carefree smirk and whatever fear I had of being caught vanishes away immediately.
I jut my ass back at Lance and start thrusting back in his direction. He grabs my hips and starts pounding me again, this time not even bothering to start slowly; he just goes all in right from the start, his whole length sliding in and out of me so fast I’m seeing white lights behind my eyelids. The car starts to rock from side to side again, but this time the driver doesn’t say a thing. Maybe he suspects what’s happening in the back, maybe he doesn’t. By now, I couldn’t care less.
I want to scream, and this time, I almost do it. I moan, my voice quivering as Lance fucks me senselessly. The screams trapped inside my body travel all the way to my brain, almost making me explode.
“You’re going to come…” he says, slapping my ass with the back of his hand. “And you’re going to come hard.”
“Make me…” I reply, rocking my backside against him with the same brashness he’s pounding into me; no more than thirty seconds and I go from my hands to my elbows, hair falling down on my shoulders as I feel the thunder of climax drawing close.
Sweet pleasure courses through my veins, but I don’t stop. Somehow, I think that Lance’s insatiable hunger is rubbing on me; he just makes me feel younger. I push past all my limits and continue thrusting back at him until I can feel an ungodly pressure mounting inside of me; if I don’t come soon, I’m going to really explode. But before I can come, he laces my waist and pulls me back.
Still with his cock in me, he lies down on the seat as I roll into a sitting position over his cock, my back turned to him. I let the orgasm come then, grabbing Lance’s ankles while I sway my hips back and forth, left and right, all over his cock. Electricity and flames devour me, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Only when my body becomes completely spent will I do it, and only because I won’t be physically capable of carrying on.
“So good…” I moan, not even knowing if my heart's still beating. “I want more.” Instead of swaying my hips, I stop doing that and prepare to use what little energy still remains inside of me. I start jumping on his cock, and I do it hard. He’s cupping my ass as I go, and I lean just a bit forward, slightly bending his cock down and imagining the pressure he’s feeling right now.
“Fuck,” he exhales sharply, slapping my ass again.
His whole body becomes rock solid and I can’t help but jump on him with all the strength that I have in me. Suddenly, he hooks his fingers on my waist and pulls me down onto him. I sit on his crotch as his cock goes as deep as it has ever been inside of me.
Oh my God!
OH FUCK!
Suddenly, I become nothing.
Pleasure rages through me in a way I’ve never felt before, utterly consuming my mind. I’m high on sex; I’m high on Lance. And as his cock spasms again, his load shooting deep into me, I moan so hard that my voice starts quivering. He keeps cumming for a long while, the seconds ticking away as a torrent of semen takes hold of me.
Only when he becomes still, do I roll to the side and lay back against the seat, my limbs sprawled. I didn’t even notice it, but I’m covered in sweat, locks of hair plastered to my face. I want to speak, I want to move, but there’s not a single reserve of energy inside of me. I gave it my all, and in return, I’ve been sacrificed at the altar of pleasure.
Lance turns to me and kisses me on the cheek.
“Just lay back… I’ll take care of you.”
“Yes...” I nod, Lance’s lips travelling down my neck. His mouth hikes down between my breasts and over my stomach, only stopping when he has his head right between my legs. Tenderly, he starts licking my folds, taking care of the cum that’s dripping down my thighs. Pushing his mouth into me, he sucks my folds in, wrapping his lips around them and taking in every single drop of cum I have on my pussy.
Satisfied, he goes up, lying back with his body pressed against mine. “There… Much better now,” he whispers, smiling at me. I run one lazy finger over his lips, an errant drop of cum still hanging there.
“Yes… Much better.” With him, everything’s better.
I close my eyes and smile, taking a wicked sense of pleasure in knowing that Michael is riding the limo in front of us, completely oblivious to what just happened between his son and I.