Wicked Lil' Brat(119)

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.