“No, no,” he admonished. “Stay right there. Or maybe...” He shifted just a bit, and a shuddering cry tore from my throat as he rubbed deliciously, barely inside of me. He grinned. “There we go.”
The car took the second corner. I was panting, rocking my cunt back and forth around him. The broad tip of his cock stretched the super sensitive opening of my vagina, his fingers sped up, increased pressure. I held on to the back of the seat, my breath bursting in ridiculous little mewls I wouldn’t have believed if I heard them coming from anybody else, they were so porny. “I’m coming!” I gasped, in total disbelief at the sheer pleasure that shocked through me. He thrust upward, filling me completely as my pussy spasmed around him.
“Did I win the bet, then?” he asked, pulling my hips down, hard.
“Fuck!” I slammed my palm against his shoulder. My head was swimming, my skin covered in goosebumps. He kept grinding into me, kept touching me, wringing every last second of pleasure out of my orgasm until I sobbed, “No more!” against his neck. The car made another turn, and I realized I had stopped paying attention at some point.
“We’re here,” Neil said, reaching up to brush my hair back from my face.
I felt as tired as if I had fallen asleep on a long car trip. My legs were shaking. My thighs were sticky. Neil lifted me off his lap and tucked his erection into his pants with some difficulty.
For my part, I quickly smoothed my skirt down, even though the muscles of my thighs were jumping and my knees wobbled as I raised my butt up to wriggle the fabric down. “How are we around the block already?”
“You were distracted.” He zipped his fly and hit the intercom button. “Thank you, Tony, we’re ready to go up now.”
The driver opened my door and I slid out. I couldn’t make eye contact with him. I was positive Neil had fucked women in the back of the car before— because who wouldn’t if they had a chauffeur?— but all the vehicular shenanigans I had engaged in during my lifetime had been way more private.
“Good night, Tony,” Neil said, buttoning his jacket with one hand as he walked around the back of the car.
I noted the speed with which he ushered me through the lobby and into the elevator. We weren’t in the foyer of his apartment before his hands were on me again, and when we did get inside, he didn’t bother to turn on the lights.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered me, and I knelt on the cold marble. A thrill of trepidation went through me. Was he really going to do this here? No lube, no warm up? I slightly regretted my offer of “anywhere.”
When he eased into my pussy again, I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Really, Sophie,” he admonished. “You didn’t think I would make you do that, without any preparation?”
He reached beneath me and ripped my blouse open. Actually ripped it. My cunt squeezed on him, hard.
“You did it before,” I reminded him. Then, in a breathy, put-on voice, I repeated the words I’d begged him with years before. “’Please? You said anything I wanted. I’ve never done it before. You could be the first.’”
He grasped my hips in his big hands, then one thumb slid between my cheeks. “God, but you were a pouty, demanding thing back then.”
The tip of his thumb pushed into my hole, and hot and cold shivers raced over my skin. “We will do it again, though, won’t we?”
“Absolutely. But not without practice.” He chuckled softly and slowly withdrew from my pussy, inch by aching inch. “You were so incredibly tight back then, I think you actually bruised my cock.”
A shocked laugh escaped me, and was quickly overcome by a moan as he thrust into me again. “That’s enough talk. Fuck me.”
He did. Holy hell, did he ever. He withdrew his thumb and slapped my ass, hard. He reached beneath me, gripped the front of my bra, and jerked it down. One of the straps broke, but I didn’t care. I knew he was good for a replacement. He shoved my skirt up further, and pounded into me until I was screaming, wailing, thrashing on his cock in some serious indecision as to whether this was pleasurable, or agonizing. When I came, it wasn’t a peacefully breaking wave, but an urgent, electrical current that seized my limbs and sapped my entire body of strength. I collapsed on the floor, shuddering at the cold marble on my bare chest. He followed me down, forcing himself into my involuntarily resisting body, growling in relief.
It was probably the only time I’d ever been fucked beyond my capacity to speak or function. He helped me to my feet and guided me on my shaking legs to the bedroom. He turned the lights on, very low, and helped me out of my clothes, because I was stumbling and clumsy trying to do it on my own. Then he left me for a moment to go into the bathroom, and I collapsed in the bed, not really meaning to fall asleep, but unable to stop myself, all the same.