The pounding in my cl*t and the needy clenching of my empty core was driving me mad, my body hungry for release.
He pushed two fingers into me and my nails dug into the black leather seat.
He finger-fucked me leisurely, sliding lazily in and out, keeping me on the edge.
"Gideon," I sobbed, the sensitive tissues inside me rippling greedily around him.
I was coated in sweat, barely able to breathe.
I began to pray for the car to stop, for us to reach our destination, holding my breath in desperate anticipation of escape.
But the limo never pulled over.
It kept driving and driving, and I was restrained so completely that I couldn't rise up enough to see where we were.
He folded over my back, his c*ck lying within the seam of my ass.
"Tell me why, Eva," he crooned in my ear.
"You knew I'd be coming after you .
that I'd find you ."
My eyes squeezed shut, my hands clenching into fists.
"I.
Don't.
Know.
Damn you! I don't f**king know!" His fingers pulled free and then his c*ck was pushing into me.
My sex spasmed around the delicious hardness, sucking him deeper.
I heard his breath catch on a muffled groan, and then he was taking me.
I cried with the pleasure of it, my entire body shivering with delight as he f**ked me thoroughly, the wide head of his gorgeous penis rubbing and tugging at tender, hyperstimulated nerves.
The pressure built and built, brewing like a storm .
"Yes," I gasped, stretched tight with anticipation.
He pulled out at the first grasp of my sex and left me hanging on the precipice again.
I screamed with frustration, fighting to get up and away from the lover who'd become the source of unbearable torment.
He whispered in my ear like the devil himself.
"Tell me why, Eva.
Are you thinking of him now? Are you wishing it were his c*ck inside you? Wishing it were his c*ck f**king your perfect little cunt?" I screamed again.
"I hate you! You're a sadistic, selfish son of a - " He was in me again, filling me, stroking rhythmically into my quivering core.
Unable to stand it a minute longer, I struggled to reach my cl*t with my fingers, knowing a single stroke would have me coming violently.
"No."