Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(48)

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 trying me, but I'm as wet and ready as I can  be. He goes faster, faster, faster, 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, 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.

I grab his cock, and wanting to have him inside my mouth just once more,  I lean toward him and engulf him with my lips. He pushes his cock down  my mouth, pushing through his last inches until my lips are almost  touching the root of his length. It's hard to believe that I can  actually fit all of his impressive length in my mouth.         

     



 

But, more than having him in my mouth, I need him inside me.

"Fuck me, Lance …  I need it now," I simply whisper. Before I know it, he  pushes me back on the seat, laying me down; pushing my knees apart, he  settles his body between my legs.

"Oh, you'll get everything you need from me," he tells me. I look in  anticipation as he edges closer to me, his thick glans reaching for my  inner labia. I shudder as he presses it there, rubbing his tip along my  pussy and up to my clit. He then slaps his shaft against my pussy-once,  twice-and I almost bang my head against the door in my madness.

"Then give it to me …  Because I need your cock right fucking now," I say,  opening my legs wide. I cover my mouth with my hand as I let out a  scream: he enters me fast, his shaft sliding deep inside of me and  sending shards of absolute rapture from my pussy to my mind.

He thrusts at me like that for God knows how long, his body pressing on  mine; I lace my legs behind his back, not locking him into place but  allowing him the freedom to move in and out at will, which he does. His  thrusts are so strong and violently delicious that I feel the car start  to sway from side to side, almost like a plane going through light  turbulence.

He continues until all strength leaves my body, my legs sliding down  from his back to the floor as all muscles in my body become taut. He  pounds me even strongly then, feeling my weakness, and I have to bite  hard on my forearm so that I don't scream as I climax again. The car  keeps on swaying harder with each passing second, but Lance either  doesn't notice it or doesn't care.

I want to scream. I want to do it loud and mindlessly. Only God knows how I'm still capable of controlling myself right now.

Any other man would have stopped by now, succumbing to exhaustion. But  not Lance-young as he is, there are no brakes on him. He won't stop  until his hunger is sated, and I bet that even then he'll still be  aching for more. How do you even satisfy someone like him?

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 orgasms 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.