by Alexis Angel
“Oh, God…” I moan, and he starts to press harder on my hole. Slowly, he slides his fingers inside of my ass, and the sway of my hips slows down. As he fingers my ass, the movement of my body matches his rhythm, and I close my eyes as electricity crackles inside my mind.
I’m moaning hard, and I don’t even care if the driver can hear us. Who cares, really? We’re not hiding anymore. What we are, what we do, and what we want is right in the open… Exactly as it should be. Let the whole world know about it; if a driver gets to enjoy the sounds I make while I have a thick cock inside of me, well, good for him.
“I’m going to… I’m going to…” I start to say, but I don’t even manage to finish my sentence. Clenching my ass cheeks and trapping his finger deep inside of me, I feel my pussy tightening around his shaft and I come. I take my hands to his chest and, completely out of control, I grab at the fabric of his shirt and pull as hard as I can. His buttons pop out, and I even feel the fabric tearing under my hands, but I don’t care; all that I want is to feel his naked skin under the open palm of my hands. Ripping his shirt open, I press my hands on his firm pectorals and dig my fingernails into it, hard enough to draw blood, and just keep him riding as I come my brains out.
Instinct taking over me, I summon whatever energy still lives in my body and clench my legs, going up on the seat and placing one arm on the roof of the limo. “Your mouth,” I pant, “I want it.” Knowing what I want, he places his hands on my ass cheeks and reels me in, placing my pussy against his face. I close my eyes as he jabs his tongue past my drenched folds, running it up and down and then focusing on my clit, lapping at it harshly.
“Oh, God… It’s so… Fucking good,” I moan loudly, swaying my hips and rubbing my pussy all over his face. Sucking and licking, he moves one hand around my waist and presses one finger against my pussy. He moves it in, pushing it all at once and drawing one loud scream out of my lips. “Fuck, fuck…” I cry out and, the moment he touches my G-spot, I start to convulse as if I’m having a seizure. I go down, sitting on his lap and my body feels as if it’s on fire. I don’t think I’d feel this hot if I was standing right in the middle of a raging inferno.
“My turn,” he whispers against my ear, nibbling at my earlobe with his teeth. “I want your pussy again. But not in my mouth,” he grins at me, and I feel my pussy aching to have him in it again.
With a growl, Mason takes his hands off of my ass and grabs me by the hips. He pushes me to the side, throwing me down on the seat, and I lay down. He spreads my legs open and lays on top of me, grabbing his cock and pressing it against my pussy in one single breath. With a sigh, I cross my legs around his lower back and lace my arms around his neck, pulling him into me as the desperation to have his cock completely demolishing my pussy reaches the height of its intensity.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget your name, baby girl,” he whispers before pressing his mouth against mine, kissing while he thrusts. My insides burn as his thickness pushes back against my inner walls, and I grip him hard with my legs around his waist. He’s fucking me so hard that fireworks are going off behind my shut eyelids, and I already feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. He was right about what he said; if he keeps fucking me like this, I won’t remember my name once he’s done.
He’s moving so fast that I no longer know when his cock is sliding out or sliding in and, to be honest, I couldn’t care any less about it. All that matters is that I feel every single throb of his cock, the warmness of his shaft spreading through me and numbing every single one of my senses. Each thrust of his is like a pure blessing, and I’m already feeling the pressure mounting inside of me.
I open my mouth to tell him not to stop, but all I manage to produce is a weak croak. It doesn’t matter, though; he’s not thinking of stopping. Instead, he goes even faster, pushing me close to the edge and then forcing me to jump straight into a pool of pleasure.
“Oh, my, GOD!” I scream out, the sound of it crawling up my throat, clawing at my vocal chords and then exploding on my mouth like a bomb. My scream turns into a high-pitched scream, the flames of ecstasy licking at my skin from the inside out.
When my muscles finally stop twitching, Mason lays one gentle kiss against my cheek and then whispers into my ear. “I hope you’re not tired already…” he says and, even though I’m already feeling as spent as I could be, I shake my head.
“More,” I simply say, running my tongue over my lips.
“Are you sure you can take more?” he teases me, pulling his cock out of me. “I won’t hold back.”
“I don’t want you to hold back… I want you to destroy me,” I tell him, the way the words roll over my tongue making the adrenaline race through my veins.
“That’s my girl,” he says, grabbing me by the hips again. He sits me up on the seat and then he lies down, looking at me with an expectant look. “Come here,” he calls me with a grin. “I’m not done with devouring that pussy of yours.” Grinning back, I climb on top of him and, placing my knees at the side of his head, I offer him my pussy.
He cranes his neck and, grabbing me by the hips, presses his mouth against my wetness once more. I sway my hips back and forth, thrusting against his face as he eats me out, all of his movements pregnant with a wild and insatiable hunger.
A deep certainty fills me and I can’t help but smile; somehow, I’m sure that when we are finally old and wrinkled, our joints and muscles a ghost of a time gone by, he’ll be as hungry as he is now. And that fits me just right, if you ask me. I have absolutely no intention of going without sex even one single day for the rest of my life. Hey, what do you want me to say? I have a strong libido, especially since I’m with Mason. He just makes me be like this… I mean, I’m sure that he has this effect on pretty much every woman he comes across, but now he’s mine. Mine, mine, mine.
As I grind against his face, he moves his hands back to my ass cheeks and, using his index finger, he places it over my asshole. Pressing softly at first, he slides it inside of my ass again, moving it back and forth at a merciless pace until I have no other choice but to come against his mouth.
My body tenses up and relaxes, the orgasm washing over me with an ebb and flow. The tides of pleasure are lulling my mind, the high waves of this ocean of ecstasy lapping at my body and spending the few reserves of energy I still have inside of me. But I still want more… And I want one last showdown before making him fuck me for the last time. I lift my legs and turn around and, now with my ass turned to him, I go on all fours on top of his body; I reach for his cock and, grabbing it, I point it straight at my mouth and lower my head.
At the same time, he hooks his fingers on my hips and forces me to ease my pussy down on his face. The moment I feel my wetness against his lips, I start to sway my body at a frantic pace, bobbing my head at the same rhythm.
We go like this for God knows how long, the whole concept of time becoming completely meaningless. With his mouth on my pussy, and my mouth on his cock, I can’t really focus on anything else. And, as he licks my clit with renewed ferocity, I feel my brain on the verge of shutting down. Still, I manage to remain unconscious, only to have another orgasm explode inside of me, the shock waves of it rushing through my muscles and forcing me to take his cock out of my mouth.
Coming up for air, I scream as loud as I can, certain that the driver can hear us. I’m pretty sure that the limo has soundproof dividers, but there’s no way in hell that a scream as loud as my own would go by unheard. As far as I know, even the passersby in the street can hear us—not that it bothers me, anyway. In fact, all I want is for everyone to know that Mason is my man, and that I’m his woman… I want everyone to know that I have the perfect man with the perfect cock, and that he knows how to fuck me like no other man could ever do.
Yeah, I’m gloating, but so what? I think I’ve earned the right to do it. And if you feel jealous of me… Well, I get it, I really do. But that doesn’t mean that I’m willing to share Mason; oh, no, keep y
our hands where I can see them. Sorry, I know I’m being possessive… But that won’t change anytime soon.
Breathing so hard that I’m dizzy, I climb off of Mason’s body and, without waiting to see what he wants me to do, I go on all fours on the seat. He gets up in a heartbeat, kneeling behind me, and smacks my ass harshly with the palm of his hand. He does it again and again, and only stops when the pain becomes so deliciously unbearable that I’m moaning in ecstasy and thrusting back at him.
I have my head down, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and so I can’t see him, but I can imagine the wicked grin he has on his face as he presses his glans against my pussy. With one simple thrust, he’s in me again, stretching me as wide as only he can do. I moan and scream, the sound of it blending into something almost inhuman. My voice caresses my eardrums and then claws at it, all while a firestorm rages inside of me, threatening to consume everything that I am.
Maybe I’ll die of pleasure now; maybe my final orgasm will be so intense that I’ll stop breathing, my heart will stop beating, and then my brain will shut down. My soul will float away into the afterlife and, if all this happens, I’m sure that I’m going with a grin on my face. I mean, to go out with Mason’s thick cock ravaging me wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, would it? That’s right.
When I finally come, there’s no screaming or moaning; I place my head against the leather seat and just hiss like a rattlesnake, my throat too ruined to carry on. I almost think that Mason’s done, but when he pulls his cock out of my pussy he runs it along my crack and presses it against my hole. Oh, sweet God… I think I’m really going to OD on pleasure.
“Do it… Do it… Fuck my ass,” I beg him, and he starts to push his cock inside of my hole. It moves in at a slow pace, but it goes steadily all the same. Even though my throat has given up on me, I force myself to scream one more time, the pressure of Mason’s cock on my insides too good for me to remain in silence. “Hard… Fuck me hard,” I continue, and he doesn’t need any further instructions; he starts to thrust as if his life depends on it, ravaging my ass like he never has before.
Remember when I told you that I probably wouldn’t be able to sit straight for days? Yeah, let’s make that weeks. But, once again, the price is worth the admission. Oh, if you could only feel what I’m feeling right now… Every woman on Earth should be fucked like I’m being fucked right now, even if only once in their lives. I can’t imagine living all of my life without experiencing an orgasm so fierce it makes you pass out.
Mason quickly derails my train of thought, burying his cock so deep inside my ass that I have to scream again. At the same time, he slides one hand around my waist and presses down on my clit with two fingers, immediately stroking it at a furious and almost too violent pace.
It doesn’t take long for me to come undone; one more thrust of his cock and my mind snaps, my soul shattering into a thousand little pieces with it. I thrust back, forcing him to push his cock deep into me, and then I hold that position as a violent convulsion takes over me. My muscles are burning, my skin is boiling, and both my heart and lungs are working overtime to keep me alive. It’s a wonder that I still haven’t passed out… I feel exhausted enough to fall unconscious, but I refuse to do it as pleasure still courses through my veins. Even though Mason and I have a lifetime ahead of us, I don’t want to waste one single second of what I’m experiencing now.
“Cum… Cum for me… In my ass…” I find myself telling him, my brain having no say on what words leave my lips. As if my voice had a magical effect on his body, his cock starts to spasm and, half a heartbeat after that, it throbs violently and I feel the warmness of his cum filling my ass.
Instead of gushing his entire load inside of me, Mason pulls his cock out and, still on his knees, starts to stroke himself. I feel thick ropes of cum cover my lower back, ass cheeks and crack, but there’s a whole lot of skin to cover. Grinning devilishly, I turn to him, forcing my body to spend the last reserves of energy, and curl my fingers around his cock. Now I’m the one stroking him, and I’m doing it even more fiercely than he was.
Aiming with his thickness, I point it at my face and, not a fraction of a second later, he starts gushing out like a torrent. I open my mouth immediately, allowing his seed to fall over my tongue and, without wasting time, I swallow as soon as I feel my mouth brimming with his juices. But there’s more inside of him, and he keeps on covering me with semen—my face, neck, tits, and stomach… All of it is a white wet mess, and I already feel it dripping down to between my thighs and caressing my folds.
The cum inside of my ass is dripping out of my hole and pooling on the seat, right between my thighs, but I don’t care. I’m not sure on how we’re going to explain the fact that the back of the limo is completely covered in cum, but I can’t really devote any of my brain power to it right now. Oh, no, there are far more important things to think about.
“Fuck… This was fucking amazing,” Mason groans, looking me in the eyes as his cock spasms one last time against my fingers. A final drop of cum falls from his tip, and then it drips down to my fingers.
Painted in white, I lean into him and gently kiss him on the lips. Then, completely exhausted and unable to think straight, I lean back against the seat and close my eyes. I feel myself drifting off, but I take a deep breath and manage to hold on to consciousness.
“I can’t imagine my life without you…” I whisper at Mason, opening my eyes and looking at him with the happiest smile on my face. Sure, it’s a cum-coated smile, but I’d say that makes it even more beautiful.
“Neither can I,” he replies, taking my hand in his and squeezing it softly. “You’re my everything, baby girl… I will protect you, I'll love you, I'll hold you in my arms and never let you go,” he continues, smiling back at me, and I squeeze his hand in mine. I purse my lips, stopping myself from crying. Yes, I’m getting emotional and I’m not ashamed of it. I mean, he fucked me hard, and now he’s telling me the sweetest things… I have the right to be emotional right now. I’m the luckiest woman on Earth.
“I love you so much… You have no idea,” I whisper, leaning into him and placing my head against his shoulder.
“I know, babe… I love you too,” he says, stroking my hair softly. As the limo cruises through the New York City traffic, the gentle purr of the engine lulling me to sleep, I close my eyes and fall into a slumber.
Once I wake up, we’ll be a few minutes away from home… As soon as I get there, I’m going to have a nice warm shower and, when I step out of it, wrapped only in a small cotton towel, I’m going to go straight into Mason’s arms and… We’re going to do it all over again. And again.
I’m insatiable, and I’m in love.
MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
Financial markets were stunned into submission yesterday as Mason Kane reaffirmed his status of King of Wall Street.
One title that the CEO of Kane Price was quick to let go of however, was that of Wall Street's Bad Boy.
He appeared at a press conference outside the offices to the Kane Price's global headquarters on Park Avenue, where he held forth on the ensuing drama.
"Was I partly to blame for everything that happened? Of course. I was living a live that was wild and unhinged, but boy did I think it was fun. But at the end of the day that's what made me a great target for Ms. Lowell. And you know? It almost cost me not just my company, but hundreds of thousands of people their jobs - their livelihoods. But the only thing that saved me from all that was the honest love of a real woman," Mr. Kane said in an emotional and heartfelt statement.
Some observers had questioned the propriety of Mason Kane, who at 37 is romantically linked to the daughter of his ex-wife. However, his proponents rightly point out that Lorna Lowell was not in fact married to him under the articles of New York State law since her husband was still in fact alive and the two had never dissolved their marriage. Further, Rebecca Lowell, at 21, was the daughter of her father, and only related through marriage to her stepmother
.
Kane Price shares finished trading near their highs for the year, as investors and clients breathed a sigh of relief that this period of turbulence had passed.
In a sign that Mr. Kane was ready to move on, he granted an amnesty of sorts to many who had opposed him. But not all. Shortly before his press conference, Kane Price announced the involuntary termination of Roy Purpus from the Board of Directors for his collusion with Lorna Lowell throughout the episode. It was Mr. Purpus who had called the initial vote of No Confidence.
"I have every belief that the employees who were believing Red Lion Aviation was a good deal were doing so based on the limited information that was made available to them, and I can't hold them in fault for that," Mr. Kane commented.
Tensions within the investment bank seemed to heal on a rapid clip as insiders reported that work had begun proceeding according to normal schedule. The perception of two armed camps - something that had come to dominate how Kane Price was viewed by Wall Street - had already begun to alter itself.
In the coming months, Kane Price is expected to announce and launch revolutionary new products that promise to upend the traditional order of Wall Street and generate a great deal of revenue for the Firm.
Stay with Marketwatch Journal as we bring you updates on them as they happen.
Epilogue
"Mason," I whisper, trying to sound serious. "Don't make me moan out loud. You'll wake the baby."
Mason just laughs and continues to grab my boob, squeezing it and running his fingers around my nipple as he kisses my neck.
I tilt my head back and sigh in pleasure at his touch.