I pant as he slides his finger all the way in, curling it in a hooking motion and stroking somewhere inside my pussy that makes sparks fly behind my eyelids. With his finger nestled there, he simply rubs it against my insides; he leans into me, his lips wrapped tight around my clit, dancing with it as he flicks his tongue in precise maddening motions.

I’m trying hard not to moan, but it’s getting harder to resist. Really hard.

Sucking while his tongue laps at my clit, he starts rubbing with his finger faster, and I can feel my insides boiling and clenching. I’m pulling at his hair desperately and, thank the gods, he has eased his hold on me and now I can sway my hips freely. I place my legs over his shoulders, locking him in place and reeling him in while I press his face against my pussy, rubbing myself against him, my mind completely devoid of any semblance of rationality. In this precise moment, I’m just existing.

One harder flick of his tongue against my clit and a thunderstorm consumes my mind. I pull him into my pussy so hard that I can even feel his teeth against my flesh, and I come just like that. My whole body trembles as I thrust at him, goose bumps all over my skin.

He pulls back, leaving only his finger inside; instead of taking it out as I come, he keeps on fingering me without mercy. My whole body is trembling and there’s a violent pressure mounting on my insides. Something inside of me is clenching and I try and grab Malcolm’s hand; he looks up at me, a grin on his face, and redoubles his efforts.

“Malcolm, I think I’m…” I think I’m what? I don’t even know what I’m feeling! But, judging by the look on his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing. I grit my teeth, close my eyes and… Oh God, what is this? My whole body is contracting, and it seems as if I’m about to explode. Really explode.

And that’s exactly what happens.

My pussy clenches around his finger and an orgasm spreads through me like a flood. And I mean that quite literally; I’m gushing! I’m… I’m squirting! Oh, God, I really am squirting, and in a way I never thought was even possible. The pleasure is so intense I feel all of my muscles burning. Warm juices shoot out of my pussy and drip down my folds, pooling between my thighs on the leather seat.

My limbs flailing, I throw my head back against the seat, breathing hard. He comes up, sitting by my side, and touches my cheek, caressing it, and lays his lips against mine. I can still taste my pussy on his mouth and by god I love how it feels.

But he isn’t done yet. His finger is still inside of me and, instead of pulling it out, he starts sliding it in and out of me. He starts slowly at first, almost as if he’s teasing me, but I’m as wet and ready as I can be. He goes faster, with each thrust of his finger he increases the pace and soon, and soon I’m pressing my legs together, locking his hand into place as he fingers me toward insanity.

When he pushes one more finger inside of me, I have to grit my teeth. My body is still trembling and shaking, and even so, I can already feel that storm of pleasure building back up, the roar of delight inside my mind.

He starts biting at my neck, pinching my nipples at the same time with his free hand. I throw my head back, my hair falling over my shoulders, and I choke down a scream as something explodes inside my mind. I come... I come really hard. But he doesn’t stop. This time, I know he’s not going to allow me any kind of rest.

We’re going for it all the way. No brakes, no nothing.

And the car comes to a stop.

As the haze of lust clears from my mind slightly, I see the situation I’m in.

The car is idling outside my condo on the Upper East Side – 72nd and Park Ave. From his files I know Malcolm lives at One57 – like every billionaire I’ve ever met.

We’re naked. I’ve just had an earth shaking orgasm.

His cock is in my hands, hovering inches above my pussy.

And I need to stop.

“This is me,” I say, looking at him – wondering what he’ll say. “This is my stop.”

Long sighs. Deep breaths. Malcolm seems unfocused at first, but his discipline finally gets the better of him.

“You want to get out of the car?” he asks.

I nod my head as he leans back and lets me start to find my clothes.

“When will we…” he lets the question hang in the air as I snap on my bra and stuff my thong into my purse.

Its short work to put the dress back on. Hair a mess. Going commando in a rumpled dress after a tussle in the back of the limo. I mean, the doorman will probably know what I was up to, but I’m sure that I’ll be able to run through the lobby into the elevator at this hour without anyone else noticing.

I look at Malcolm and realized he’s still waiting for the answer to my question.

“You can fuck me when you love me, babe,” I say coolly.

He actually chuckles as I leave the limo.

Good thing he doesn’t see my ear to ear grin.

This game…it’s gonna be fun.

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