I mouth OMG as “So, eight?” comes through the speaker.
“Perfect,” Harry says. “And thanks.”
He ends the call and looks totally at ease. “So, we have a thing. At eight.”
“You don’t say,” I squeal as I leap on him.
“Easy, easy,” Harry says, smiling but new to the idea of my hot butt on him. I am now sitting on his lap, and he is still wearing the perfect black suit.
We drive through Manhattan, and the street is classy. I then start to get used to the idea.
The idea of having a grumpy Media King Billionaire of my very own. “I could get used to this,” I say as a purr. I am now looking at the brownstone homes, trees, andmansions out the windows. “So, you’re not just some hot farm boy from upstate, after all.”
Harry laughs as I look back to make sure the driver can’t see us. The black divider is up, so the driver won’t be able to see anything. I slide quickly down to my knees and unzip Harry fast.
“Samantha, no.”
“Yes,” I say, trying my new husky voice.
“No way.”
“Learn to relax!”
Harrison looks torn, and then he shakes his head and sighs. “Okay but make it fast.”
“As you request,” I say.
I lick the crown of Harry’s hard cock, and he groans. He then holds my face softly as I start to pump him and suck hard.
As he starts to writhe, I fuck him ruthlessly with my wet, slutty mouth.
Within minutes, I have him bucking, and he starts to pump into my mouth. He suddenly holds onto my head, and he comes hard into my throat. Finally, I lick my lips and slump onto the seat next to him.
Harry shakes his head and zips his suit pants up. “Country girls in the city!”
I laugh as I drink the sparkling water.
“I can’t bring you anywhere, can I?” Harry asks.
Without an answer, I lie back on the huge leather seat. I then give him dark, hot eyes. I pull off my sandals, placing my legs on my man’s lap.
Harry breathes deep and calms his still racing heart. His eyes are still dark, and I recognize his hungry look.
As he stares at me, he slides a hand under my skirt. I lean my head back and slide down on the black leather seat.
Harry pushes my panties to the side. He then licks his fingersand slides them deep into me. I arch my back like a cat, biting my lip.
Harry watches me close. Using his second hand to slide the skirt up, he circles my clit with his magic thumb.
I lean back and spread my legs. I place one high, near a safety belt hook, and my foot jams into a useful place. My other leg locks in on the side of Harry. The new foot positions help me spread my legs, and I move my butt into the best spot.
Watching me close, Harry works me ruthlessly well.
With nothing to bite on, or to kiss, to stifle my whimpers or even hide my face, I close my eyes and start to moan.
I know I’m getting loud, and halfway through shattering and bucking in the car, Harry leans over. He wraps a hand over my moaning mouth, and I want to bite down on it.
Suddenly, my world explodes, and sparks shoot out of every cell of my body.
