Emma moved with as much grace as the car would allow. She didn’t sit next to him. She straddled his lap, her skirt straining at the hem and riding up her ass as she put her knees on either side of his waist.
Jackson’s hands went to her ass, pulling the skirt up and around her waist. He groaned his approval at finding only a tiny thong under her skirt.
“Do you wear these things just to drive me wild?” he asked, his fingers digging into her ass.
She didn’t answer, instead pulling the Stingray jersey over her head and showing off her matching lacy bra.
“I matched on purpose,” she told him as his eyes went to her breasts. “But I was thinking you’d see it more at home.”
“I’m glad I didn’t have to wait,” he murmured, tipping his head forward and kissing the tops of her breasts peeking out of the lacy cups. “If I’d known this was what you were wearing, we would have done this on the way here.”
She chuckled softly as he buried his face into her cleavage. She could feel him hardening between her legs and the ache between her own intensified. Her hips rocked, her clit searching for stimulation and the rest of her body waiting to be filled.
Jackson released her ass and undid his belt buckle. She figured out what he was doing and raised herself up, still kissing him as he undid his pants and slid them down. Before lowering herself, she broke the kiss and reached down.
He bulged in his briefs, hard and ready for her. Her breath caught with desire as she caressed him through the thin fabric. Her blood heated as she touched him and his cock jumped under her touch.
“Emma,” he whispered, her name a plea for more. She grinned and moved the fabric to the side, releasing his cock into the air.
It always amazed her how large he was. She had a hard time believing how perfectly he fit inside of her, given just how wide and long he was. It was probably why he was so good at making her feel good.
With his cock free, all that stood in the way was her panties. Jackson gave her a wolfish, hungry grin as she moved them to the side and hovered over him.
She held there for a moment, hovering on the precipice of pleasure. Their eyes connected, Jackson’s green ones full of lust and directed entirely on her. He gripped her hips, but didn’t force her down. He was enjoying the tension as much as she was.
The limo hit a small bump and Emma went up, and then down. She gasped with the suddenness of it. Her body cried out in pleasure as he filled her to the brim. Jackson groaned, his hands tightening on her hips.
Together they began to rock and writhe against one another. He filled her so completely that she was sure she would burst. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful creature on the planet. Underneath them, the limo swayed and bumped along the road, adding an extra level to their motions.
Emma arched her back, working her body up and down along his shaft. Jackson groaned, tipping his head back and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His hands clenched on her hips and his stomach tightened as she worked her magic.
“More,” he whispered, his voice ragged with desire.
Emma obliged, upping her hip undulations and watching his face contort with pleasure. She loved the way he felt inside of her. The eternal ache in her core almost vanished when he was inside of her, but the only way it was ever satisfied was with his seed.
“We’re almost home, sir,” the driver said over the intercom. Jackson met Emma’s eyes. They needed to finish this.
He pulled her from his hips and she went to her hands and knees on the limo seat. It was tight and her shoulder pressed into the seat back, but she could hold it. Jackson went to his knees behind her, his fingers on her ass for a moment as he guided himself into her.
She loved this position. Doggy-style had a naughty feel to it, plus she loved that she could waggle her ass at him. She loved that she could arch her back and take in more of him.
He slapped her ass, the sound ringing out in the interior of the limo. His breath came harder and faster, as did his thrusts.
“Come in me,” she whispered. She didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant anymore, but she still felt the desire to have him inside of her.
Jackson’s body went
tight and she felt him swell deep inside of her. His life force sped from him, coating her insides with life-giving fluid. She took it all, milking him with her muscles for every drop. She wanted it. Needed it. It was the only thing that would quench the fire within her.
Jackson’s breathing was ragged and heavy as the car pulled to a stop. They both panted with effort. Emma came to her senses first, spinning on the seat to come to a normal position. She lifted her hips and pulled her panties back into place as well as her skirt.
Jackson pulled up his pants and redid his belt as she searched for her shirt on the floor. She found it only a little wrinkled as she pulled it up and over her head.
Jackson grinned and kissed her cheek. “How was that?”
“Better than promised,” she told him. “But...”
He frowned. “But what?”