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“You said you wanted my pussy didn’t you?” I ask him, my heart feeling like a war drum inside my chest.

“I did.”

“You said you needed it.”

“I did,” he repeats, his words growing heavier each time he says them.

“Then here it is,” I whisper, moving fast and raising one leg. I place my heel against the seat, next to his face, and then tangle my fingers in his hair and yank on it, pulling him toward me as I move my hips forward.

Allowing me to take control, he

just takes his hands to my ass cheeks and opens his mouth wide, crushing it against my wet pussy without wasting a single second. I throw my head back and let a moan explode in my mouth, Madden’s tongue pushing its way past my inner lips and jabbing at my insides. More than kissing or sucking, he eats me out with an urgent need, doing it like a man that has just found the most marvelous thing in the whole universe.

“Oh, Madden,” I sigh, moving my hips and rubbing my pussy against his face, the tip of his nose brushing against my clit. He still has his hands on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh and keeping me in place. “I… I… Oh, God, I love it,” I moan, yanking on his hair so hard that I’m surprised I didn’t tear any out off his scalp.

He doesn’t respond back - after all, his mouth is pretty busy right now - but I can almost feel that his answer would be ‘of course you love it.’

Gritting my teeth, I keep on thrusting against his face; still grabbing my ass, he spreads my cheeks wide and caresses my crack with one finger. He runs it up and down, always slowing down when he goes over my hole, and my mind starts boiling as I anticipate what his next move is going to be.

Now holding his hand still, he presses his index finger against my ass hole and, slow and carefully, he starts sliding it in. I hold my breath as he does it, my whole body tensing up so much that my muscles feel as if they’re about to pop like a balloon.

Sliding his finger in and out of my ass, a gentle rhythm to it, he then takes his other hand to my pussy and presses down on my clit. He strokes it at the pace with which he’s fingering me, and even his tongue seems to slow down so that all of him is in perfect sync.

I can’t believe I’m doing this right now. I’m sharing a limo with a billionaire, a man that could have any woman he wanted, and he’s perfectly content with not fucking me. Even though he’s dying to have his cock inside my pussy, he isn’t pushing the subject - he has understood the limitations I’ve set, and he refuses to push past these limitations. As cocky and arrogant as he might seem sometimes, there’s more to Madden than meets the eye.

“I think I’m gonna -- Oh God!” I cry out, a high voltage current running through my body, charging me up like a battery. Inside my skull, there’s a storm raging, and it’s scattering all of my sanity and throwing it against the walls inside my head. I feel a ball of fire growing in the pit of my stomach, and then that ball simply explodes like a supernova, its flaming arms spreading all over my body.

“OH GOD!” I shout, my throat suddenly feeling raw from the effort. “SO GOOD!” I continue, my muscles now going from tense to succumbing to a string of spasms.

I remain like that for God knows how long, the orgasm completely destroying my perception of time, and then I just collapse on top of Madden as the flames of ecstasy finally die out inside of me.

Rolling to the side, I lay down on the seat, my head against the handle of the door; I keep my eyes closed as I take long, deep breaths, my lungs feeling as if they’re on ice and fire at the same time.

“That was fucking amazing,” I hear Madden say, and I open my eyes to look at him. He’s still sitting, his mouth and chin glistening from my fluids, and there’s something in his eyes that I can’t quite understand. Is it… pleasure? But he was the one pleasuring me. “I could keep going forever,” he continues, never blinking as his eyes roam over my naked body.

I smile, finally realizing that, even though he was pleasuring me, he was pleasuring himself at the same time. No, he wasn’t stroking himself, take your mind out of the gutter. What I mean is that he drew his own pleasure from mine. And that… Well, that’s something I didn’t really think would happen. Specially with a man like Madden, used to having women throwing themselves at his feet.

“You were amazing…” I whisper as I sit up on the seat, turning to him and placing one hand on his face, my eyes still on his.

“I know,” he laughs softly, placing one hand on my waist and pulling me into him, his lips coming for mine. I close my eyes and let him kiss me, the softness of his touch making my skin prickle.

I press my forehead against his and, taking one deep breath, I run one hand from his knee to his crotch. I curl my fingers around his cock, grabbing it through the fabric of his boxer briefs. Without even thinking of what I’m doing, I stroke his cock through his underwear; of course, that isn’t enough - for the both of us.

Moving in a hurry, I squeeze his cock, feeling it like a shoe salesman. My movements are crazy and erratic, but I don’t care - right now, I just need to see and feel his cock. And so I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs at the same time and pull them down; he raises his body a few inches from the seat, allowing me to push his underwear down to his knees, and then sits back. His cock springs free fast, pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I hear a whisper inside my mind: let him do it, let him fuck you. You know you want it, Megan.

Sweet Jesus, even my mind seems to be working against me. It hurts, but I can’t let that happen - no matter how bad I want it to happen. Swear to God, I have no idea how I’ve managed to restrain myself this far.

“I can’t let you fuck me, Madden,” I tell him with a smile but, truth be told, I’m saying this just to stop myself from doing something crazy. “A cock this big wouldn’t fit inside me.”

“Oh, it’d fit, I swear,” he laughs back at me, and that’s when I grab his huge member and feel the warmness of his flesh. Flicking my wrist, I let my fingers move up and down the length of his shaft, and it doesn’t take long for me to be stroking with the fury of a madwoman. I don’t know, but it’s almost as if my frustration from not having him fuck me has taken over my hand.

“Maybe it’d fit in my mouth?” I ask him with a purr, but I already know the answer - if a cock as big as Tristan’s fit inside my mouth, Madden’s will fit as well. But there’s nothing like going for it and trying, right? And so that’s exactly what I do: I let my gaze fall from his eyes to his cock, and my mouth follows suit shortly after.

I part my lips and rest over the tip of his cock; slowly rolling them down, I take the whole head of his cock into my mouth and I suck on it, feeling the saltiness of his pre-cum coating my tongue. With a heavy sigh of pleasure, Madden rests his hands on my head and I immediately know what he wants - and I give it to him.

Throwing all restraint to the wind, I move my lips down his cock as fast as I can and take his long inches inside me, the tip of his monstrous cock slamming against the back of my throat. Then, without a break to my movements, I start bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can, the sound of my lips moving over his flesh filling the whole limo.

“Fuck, Megan, that feels so fucking good,” he groans, feeling the motion of my head with his fingers. I hear him throw his head back against the headrest, his cock throbbing hard against my tongue, and that just makes me go even harder.

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