PLEASURE

I double my efforts, my tongue swirling around his tip and my hand stroking his shaft with firm, steady motions. His hips buck slightly, and I can tell he's teetering on the edge. But so am I. The friction of his fingers against my clitoral area is driving me wild, each stroke bringing me closer to my own release.


"You're so good at this," he groans, his voice thick with pleasure. "So fucking good."

I hum in response, the vibration making him shudder. I suck him deeper, my pace quickening as I feel his hand press harder against me, his fingers moving in tantalizing circles. My own pleasure builds, and the heat in my core becomes almost unbearable.

"Fuck, I can't hold on much longer," he gasps, his breath coming in ragged pants.


Neither can I. The combination of his touch and his taste is pushing me to the brink. I suck him harder, my hand tightening around his shaft, and in response, he thrusts deeper into my mouth. At the same time, his fingers slide under my thong, making direct contact with my wetness. The sudden intensity makes me moan around his cock, the vibration sending him over the edge.

"Fuck! You are soaked wet!"


"Mmh!" That's all I can afford as he jostles the seam of my thong aside, and his finger comes into contact with my flesh. He doesn't torture me. He knows exactly where I need that sweet finger of his. He shoves it in, and I arc my back more, giving him easy entrance to my wet core. He starts fingering me, and for a moment, I forget that I was pleasing him and get lost in the magic of his finger stroking my wet walls.

"You like that, baby?"

"Ooh!" Does he have to ask? "I do, baby! I... Ooh, I..." Forget what I want to say, because this pleasure won't just allow me to speak.

He pulls out!

I screamed with disappointment!

"Hop on my lap, baby!" he whispers in the darkness of this heated moment, yanking my naked butt towards him.

"Huh?" I gasped, surprised by his sudden request.

"Come on! It will be quick," he urges, his voice thick with desire.

Damn! I know the guards outside already know something is happening in this Lamborghini. The moonlight is even broad enough for them not to notice the oscillation of the car. Then again, who cares?

I position my back perfectly against his front with his aid, feeling the hardness of his arousal pressing against me. He aligns our sweet spots together—the tip of his cock pointing towards my sweet, wet entrance.

"You don't care if the servants get suspicious of us?" I ask, a hint of concern in my voice as I start pushing his dick inside me, my fingers clutching the steering wheel for support.

His hands grip my hips firmly as he guides me onto him, the sensation of his length sliding into me sending shivers down my spine. "I don't give a damn about anything except being inside you," he growls, his breath hot against my ear.

I moan in response, the pleasure building as I take him deeper, feeling every inch of him stretching and filling me. The urgency of our desire drives us both; the need for release overwhelms any concern for our surroundings.

"You are my wife, and this, baby," he murmurs, wrapping one arm around my neck and yanking it back while the other arm goes around my belly, keeping me steady. His breath nuzzles my earlobe as he groans, "This is none of their fucking business."

His words send a jolt of excitement through me, igniting a primal fire within. I abandon any lingering thoughts of discretion or concern for the guards outside, lost in the raw intensity of our connection.

He starts thrusting in rapidly, the echoes of his cock slamming into my walls and his contact with my butt echoing with so much clamor. The sensation is electrifying, with each movement driving us both closer to the edge of pleasure.

The heat is too much, and so is the desire. I stop thinking about who senses what, and I relish the satisfaction his cock is bringing to my lusted self. With each thrust, I feel myself unraveling, the pleasure building to an overwhelming crescendo.

"Ooh! Aaah!" I can't contain the moans of pleasure, and I whimper terribly as he goes wild on me. My body responds eagerly, wrapping my walls tight around him, seeking to draw him deeper, to take all of him in.

"Aaah! Don't loosen up, baby! Ooh, I love being so tightly wrapped around your sweet walls." He groans, hitting me fast and furious.

I can feel myself getting sore due to his roughness, but the pleasure I am feeling doesn't allow me to stop him. On the contrary...

"Ooh... More, hun! More!" I encourage him to continue tearing down my walls as the beast in him unleashes.

"Like this?"

"Ooh.. Ohhh. Oooh... Oh, Damian."

"Ooh, Ellie... Baby... You are, ooh...

I am what?

We both save our energy by just breathing and moaning with ecstasy as we both reach the edge. After a few more savage thrusts, we both collapse in each other's arms, satisfied and happy.

"That was crazy," I whisper as he kisses my earlobe after moments of silence.

"You loved it?" he asks, his breath nuzzling the delicate spot below my ear as he speaks, sending shivers down my spine.

"I did. You want another round?" I ask, feeling the lingering heat of our passion and realizing I am still hungry for more.

"You still want more?" he queries, turning the lights on and stroking my messed-up hair, his eyes filled with desire and amusement.

"Mmh, I do," I mumble, stealing a kiss from him, my lips brushing against his with a hint of urgency.

"Well, that makes both of us. I still want to see you working on this sweet cock of mine or moaning my name as I fuck you hard and sweet, babe," he murmurs, his words a tantalizing promise that makes my heart race.