“It won’t fit,” they mewled desperately, faces stretched in rictuses of pain as they tried to accommodate my donkey dong. Screw that. I block the memories of those women out of my head. I never loved them. I was incapable of love, only lust. That is, until I met Lacy.
I look down into her eyes. We make deep eye contact as I growl and hold her hips high. This is it. I’m going in deep. Lacy doesn’t even know how big my cock is in comparison to other people’s. My cock is all she’s ever known and all she ever will know.
I growl at my princess. She moans and looks deep into my eyes. Her eyes are warm and limpid, filled with desire for me. I am relaxed and so hungry for her cunt all at once.
“Please Howie, please shove that cock in, please put it back where it belongs! I beg you Howie! Please!”
It’s a good thing that we’re driving down Broadway in the middle of the biggest city in America because Lacy starts screaming bloody murder when I enter her again. Thrust, thrust, thrust! Scream, moan, scream! She writhes under me like a little kitten, taking in each of my long deep pulls. If we were within earshot of the police, they’d be taking someone in for murder. That’s how serious Lacy’s screams sound.
And I’m right there with her. I growl and grunt and pull her deeper onto me. I flip her little body up so she’s sitting on my lap and I’m virtually launching her up and down my massive pole with my bare hands. I flip her around so her back is toward me and we’re sitting down. She’s gushing onto my cock as I dick her deep.
“Howie, Howie,” she moans breathlessly, boobs bobbling up and down. “I’m going to explode!”
“That’s right sweetheart. You come on my dick. It’s the only way to do it.”
I lick the inside of her ear as she lets out a shoot of come onto my stiff cock, her pussy convulsing. I jerk her up and down my length. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, but unfortunately, we’re arriving at the restaurant. I want my hot seed deep in Lacy before we stop.
“Ride me baby,” I growl, helping her turn back around so we’re facing each other. She jams her little body deep onto my cock as I squish and squeeze her sumptuous ass in my hands. I pull apart her ass cheeks and even go so far as to stick my finger into the tight brown opening of her asshole. She melts completely onto my shoulder as I pump her, and finally with a roar, I come deep inside her wet, pulsing hole. An animalist growl escapes as she fully relaxes on me, falling toward my chest as I pump my hips and thighs reflexively, experiencing the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
“That was incredible, sweetheart,” is my compliment. “You’re amazing.”
She collapses into my chest and I hold her for what seems like too short a time. We’re parked now, the car still. But Humbert knows better than to interrupt, staying in the front seat as I clean us up.
“How would you like a fancy French lunch?” I growl against her ear. “Are you hungry?”
“Lunch?” she rouses herself, eyes dazed. “But it’s almost dinner time!”
Suddenly, I realize she’s right. It’s not Lacy who’s gone crazy. It’s me. I’ve lost track of time because the sex was so good. The chauffeur must have guessed at what we were doing in the backseat, and drove us around for hours so that we could have an all-out sex session without a break.
Holy shit. This has never happened before. In fact, I pride myself on always keeping my wits about me. It’s importa
nt when you’re on a battlefield with mortar raining down from the heavens and land mines under every foot.
But Lacy did this to me. With the beautiful girl, I’m transported out of my body, losing track of everything but us. Outside the limo, New York was dark and silent, testament to the onset of night.
“Well,” I say jovially. “It’s dinnertime then. Come on sweetheart.”
I jump out of the Limo and grab Lacy and an outfit from the trunk. It’s a beautiful satin gown in black. Simple and elegant. Just like the kind I’d want her to wear at my Italian villa. I pull out a box with red velvet shoes. She’s gonna look dazzling in this get-up.
“But Howie! My hair,” she protests. The blonde strands are slightly mussed from our horizontal activity, flowing about her shoulders in a marvelous carpet.
“You look gorgeous babe. You look incredible. You don’t need to do anything to those beautiful blonde locks. You have it all. Natural beauty.”
She smiles and applies red lipstick to her plump lips in the mirror of the limo. She’s totally glimmering. I put her on my arm and we walk inside the restaurant. Never have I felt so complete … and Lacy was the missing puzzle piece.
CHAPTER 7
LACY
I’ve never been in a place like this. Never in my entire life. The restaurant Howie brings me to is beautiful, full of ornate scrolled furniture and high ceilings with plaster molding. All the customers look sophisticated and elegant in their fancy outfits.
Suddenly, my cheeks color. I’m totally out of place! I’m a small-town girl with a working class background. What am I doing here?
Doubt surges through my chest until I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the foyer mirror. I gasp because I look like one of them. The gown fits my body perfectly. My hair is tousled but looks effortlessly glamorous, like a bohemian movie star. My eyes widen.
Howie appears above my shoulder.
“Cinderella,” he whispers into my ear.