Page 11 of Size King

I moan a little before shooting him a coy gasp.

“Maybe,” I say as I watch his cock throb for me. “It looks delicious.”

He lets out a hoarse chuckle.

“We’ll feast another night,” he says. “Right now, you’re going to take it from me, and then, you’re going to ride me to completion. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

It’s easy for me to see why he is the boss. He isn’t just a leader; he is a commander. I’m so ready to have his impressive size penetrate my tight cunt.

I sit back on the love seat and then Mr. Marx inserts his thick dick inside of me. I feel like the earth has moved, and it isn’t just from the limo hitting a pothole.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Oh god,” I cry out. “I’m not sure. It’s so fucking huge!”

He grins.

“And it’s only in halfway, baby. You ready for the other half?”

I sit up a bit in shock, looking down. No way I’ve only swallowed half his dick, but it’s true. Even though my swollen pussy feels full, in fact there’s still at least five inches of hot, thick cock waiting to come inside.

I lean back.

“Give it to me,” I pant. “I can do it.”

He growls.

“I love hearing you say that.” He pushes again and this time, I’m sure he’s all the way in. I’m stuffed to the gills, my tiny pussy so fucked.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

My eyes flutter open.

“I’m fantastic,” I reply honestly. “Give it to me, baby.”

I’ve never enjoyed having sex in the back of cars, but this is unlike any sexual experience I’ve had before. He thrusts in and out of me with such persistence and skill that my body can barely handle all of the pleasure.

The passion is intoxicating and otherworldly. He kisses me often whenever our faces are close. Our mouths are generally open from the constant moans of joy, so our tongues often meet and dance. I move my hands all around his body, feeling his firm muscles and running my fingers through his hair. He grabs my breasts or holds onto my face and keeps our heads close together.

We can’t get enough of each other. I can taste his breath, and I’m ready to taste every bit of him. Then, he simply presses his thumb gently against my clit.

He gives me such an intense orgasm that I’m sure my screams will break all the limo’s windows (or at least crack them badly). I cream all over his hard cock, coating his rod with my juices. I’m afraid that I might pass out.

I still have one more job to do. We switch positions, and he lays where I just was. He strokes his dick while I climb on top of him, stretching my legs and feeling just how much he pulls me apart.

I sit down on his lengthy girth and take every inch of him slowly. He’s fucking huge, and I have to worm myself down, squirming and mewling. Once I feel his base, I begin to ride him fervently and with enough speed that I can practically feel me pumping him up to the point of no return.

“That’s right, Mr. Marx,” I say into his ear. “Give me that fucking cum.”

It appears that my command is assertive enough to make this handsome billionaire submit to the commands of a newly hired PR manager with barely any money in her account.

He grabs a firm hold onto my ass for leverage, holding me tighter to him as he drills up into me with a force that knocks the breath out of me. We hold out for as long as we can, enjoying every moment of our incredible intimacy, but he obliges my wishes and shoots his hot stream of ejaculate far up into my pussy, mixing our fluids together in a tremendous chemistry experiment. The more I feel him fill me up, the more sensation I feel where it matters most.

I have my next and most intense orgasm just as the traffic is clearing up. It doesn’t matter that the roads have cleared up, however, because we are taking a scenic route back to my place. Aiden still needs me, and I did tell him at one point that I would always be there to service him whenever he needs me. And he isn’t done with me after just one round of amazing sex.

We keep up our steamy affair well into the night.