His eyes followed as I moved down to my knees between his parted thighs, spacing out my gown so that it wouldn’t get in the way.
I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Oh God. Just holding it made my hands tremble.
I began to doubt how something like this had penetrated me, and it explained why I felt so fucking sore each time he was done with me.
I was practically ripped apart each time. I feel so sick because despite this, my pussy pulsed with raw need.
"I’m curious..." Zade said, amused. "What do you intend to do with my cock?"
The tease in his voice told me he was enjoying every bit of this, and so was I.
My heart and mind were racing in nothing but excitement, and I didn’t want it to end. I pressed a kiss against his cock, the hard texture brushing against my lips tingled my body in shivers.
But then, suddenly Zade seized my hair and pushed my head backwards.
"I don’t want you ruined just yet. I want everyone to see how beautiful my wife is tonight. Don’t test me, Anastasia."
I had never heard him sound so angry, or maybe he was just frustrated to the point he appeared like a beast ready to devour me.
The vein stood out beneath his jaw as he clenched his teeth. Pain prickled across my scalp from where his fingers remained tangled in my hair.
But I slapped him against the cheek using that fleeting distraction to take his cock into my mouth. I choked, because I simply dived in with no plan in mind.
I attempted to pull away for a breather, but I was forced down when his hand braced at the back of my head.
I gagged painfully, the noise filling the car. Even with the privacy partition separating us from the driver, I was certain he’d heard everything.
But I don’t care.
"Breathe through your nose, baby," Zade instructed, and I did just that.
But it became difficult in the passing second, but then with a harsh tug, my mouth released his cock with a pop.
I was heaving for breath as he stared down on me. I moved, attempting to dive back in again, but he restrained me and easily lifted me back to saddle his lap, my dress piling around my waist, and he pushed the rest to fall out behind.
His hand raced to grip my panties, and with a haul, he ripped them out of the way.
"We have half an hour," he stated, lifting me just a bit, and I palmed my hand at the ceiling of the car.
"As much as I want your mouth covering my cock the whole ride. I much rather want it in your pussy. That sweet fucking pussy of yours."
I grunted when he slammed me down his cock. Zade growled, the mere sound covering the space.
"Fucking hell!" he cursed deeply.
Oh god, that sound!
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and rolled my hips, feeling a tight sensation take hold of me.
Zade and I groaned because we both felt it, so I did it again and again, until I was basically rolling against him.
He kept his grip firmly on my waist, pinning me with the most feral look I have ever seen, but behind that lust that could drown a person whole was a soft look, as though he beheld a goddess that he would worship nonstop.
The thought sent my mind racing. I froze for a split second, and Zade immediately seized the opportunity.
A moan tore from my throat when he began thrusting me up and down his cock, rapidly. I braced my hand on the ceiling as my body jerked with the violent movement.
"Oh my god!" I yelled.
"Not god, kitten. Me."
"Zade!"
"That’s right, kitten, say my name." He gritted his teeth and did something that raced me down the edge of destruction.
He drove his pelvis upward, and that mere action hit a sweet spot that prompted my eyes to roll at the back of my head from the pleasure ripping out of me.
"Fuckkk!" Zade rasped when my walls crammed tightly.
"Z-Z-Zade....!" I shuddered.
Thrust!
"Ugh!"
I came so hard, and Zade did too, and it stunned me because he usually held on for long, but this was messy, sudden, and perfect.
I felt his hot cum inside me, earning more chills up my spine.
Amidst my spiraling release, I attempted to get off, but Zade held me firm, thrusting me up and down once again.
"Not yet..." he forced out, almost in a plea.
The car stopped, and horror filled my lungs when I saw the lights.
"Zade!" That came off like a moan even though I meant to warn him.
My body bounced against his cock, and I was so close to forgetting the fact we had already arrived.
"Hngh!" I gripped his broad shoulder, aiding his advances, rolling my hips over and over again until I felt him swell so much I thought he was gonna suffocate the life outta me.
Zade came with a deep groan, smearing my insides once again, and I reached my climax too. The intertwined pinnacle hastening the sweetness that itched through me.
"Mmmm!" I palmed the window, and quickly moved my eyes, realizing the car was moving.
"Were you scared?" Zade said in a heavy breath. "Would have made the headlines that I was fucking my wife in the limo."
He brushed my hair over my shoulder, placing a palm against my chest where my heart pounded with force.
"As much as that sounds tempting, we can’t have that happening. Otherwise my wife will be embarrassed."
My cheeks heated up.
"Come here..." he murmured softly.
I drew closer as we kissed slowly, as though memorizing the taste of our mouths.
I groaned when he pulled his cock out of me, and sat me down on the seat. I reclined, bracing my hand for balance as Zade took the wipes and cleaned me up.
When he finished, he gaped at my pussy in a way that tempted me to close my legs. But I couldn’t get enough of that endearing look in his eyes
"Just the thought of you walking around with my cum inside you will get me through this night."
I sucked in a breath when he thrust two fingers inside me as though pushing the rest of his semen into me.
"Each step you take tonight, I need you to think about that. Even when in the company of others, I need you to think about how I fucked this pussy in this car. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sweetie."
He let out a deep sigh and leaned back in his seat, grabbing a few wipes to clean his cock.
"Sweetie?" he questioned. "I could get used to that."
I smiled.