Mr. President 1(20)

And that’s exactly what he does.

Moving fast, he curls his finger upward and slides it past my pussy lips, moving it all the way in and only stopping when his fingertip is firmly pressed against my G-spot. See what I told you? When most men don’t even know where the clit is, Austin found the way to my G-spot on his first try.#p#分页标题#e#

“Now, let’s see if your moans are as delicious as your pussy,” he says, flicking his wrist and sliding his finger in and out of me. He does it slowly, but there’s a crescendo to the way he’s fingering me. Almost as if I can’t resist his words, a string of moans start falling from my parted lips, the sound of my voice filling the whole limo. Thank God the car is a wonder of modern technology, built with both security and privacy in mind, both the inner and outer walls are all soundproof, and that means that the driver can’t hear a sound of what’s happening.

God bless the Presidency and its luxuries.

“One more.” I hear his voice, but I don’t even register the meaning behind his words; I only realize what he has just said when he slides one more finger inside me, stretching my pussy wide as he fingers me. The wet sound of his fingers going in and out of my pussy blanket all of my thoughts and, for an instant, it’s as if my brain has shut down.

Austin doesn’t wait any time and, taking the chance, he drives me even crazier. Lowering his thumb over my clit, he starts stroking it while his fingers keep on ravaging my pussy, his hand moving back and forth with the expertise of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.

“This is just a taste, Ashley,” he whispers, placing one knee up on the seat. Then, he leans forward, his body occupying the space between my spread legs. Now on top of me, still pumping his fingers into my pussy, he crushes his mouth against mine and kisses me as if the world’s going to end in the next five to 10 minutes.

Oh, fuck, I think to myself as I feel my inner walls closing in around Austin’s fingers. Realizing it, he doubles down instead of slowing down; sliding one more finger inside of my aching pussy, he starts ravaging it with unbridled fury.

I can’t even think straight right now. All my thoughts are scattered inside my mind, like dried leaves tossed up in the air by an Autumn breeze, and my body seems to be burning from the inside out. Grabbing at Austin’s hair, I arch my back and prepare for the inevitable explosion.

When it finally hits, it hits in full force. My nerve endings, every single one of them, seem to be on fire, and even my brain feels as if it’s about to melt inside my skull. Austin stops fingering me as I start to come but, instead of taking his hand out of my pussy, he keeps pressing down on my clit and G-spot at the same time, the pressure of his fingers amplifying all the pleasure raging through me.

“Oh, God,” I finally breath out, my lungs working overtime to get the air in. I’m breathing this hard and he has just used his fingers. Sweet God, what else can he do?

“Liked it?” he asks me as he kneels between my legs, finally sliding his fingers out of my pussy. I tremble slightly as I feel his fingers leaving me, and I don’t offer him a reply. All I do is look him in the eyes and chomp down on my lower lip, eager for what comes next. “I know that look…” he whispers, narrowing his eyes as mischievousness flickers there. “That’s the look of a woman with a delicious pussy.”

“Yes, it is,” I merely say, my heart skipping a beat as Austin lowers himself, his mouth tracing a straight line toward my pussy. Except, instead of smacking his lips against my wetness, he turns his head sideways and lays them on my knee. Gently kissing his way down my leg, his head now buried between my thighs, he kisses my soft flesh without ever reaching for my pussy. He’s teasing me, trying to drive me completely mad before he starts eating me out … and you know what? It’s working. Oh, yeah, it’s working alright.

“Now,” I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair and trying to push his mouth down against my wetness. “I want it now…”#p#分页标题#e#

“Look at how your tune has changed,” he says, looking up at me from between my thighs. Lowering his head again, he runs his tongue over my inner thigh, flicking it against my skin softly. His hands go over my outer thighs and, hooking his fingers on the strings of the thong that lace my waist, he starts pulling them down my legs. I raise my ass from the seat as he does it, my skin prickling as I feel the wet fabric leaving my pussy.

“Lovely,” Austin whispers with a grin, his eyes focused on my pussy. Parting his lips, he reaches for my drenched folds with the tip of his tongue, running it up and down the length of my pussy. I lie down on the seat, my head against the door, and close my eyes as I surrender to the onslaught of sensations flooding through me.