She reached down and stroked her hand along my thick cock and then fumbled in her purse and pulled out a condom. She shook it at me. “You’re so big you need the Frankenstein!” She ripped open the packet.
Concentrate, I told myself as she slowly rolled it on. The feel of her hands on me was electric.
“Ooh!” she said. “It glows in the dark.”
“Frankenstein was a mad scientist,” I said then gritted my teeth as she placed her hands on my shoulders to raise herself up. I settled my large hands around her waist and guided her as she slowly sank down, sliding her tight pussy over my thick, hard cock. Sadie’s head rolled back, and she breathed a moan as she settled, taking all of me in. She kissed me slowly.
“Your cock feels so good in my pussy,” she whispered in the dark.
I eased her up then let her slide down my cock again, shivering when she let out a little whimper.
“So freaking good.”
There wasn’t a lot of room to maneuver.
“I like having you captive,” she purred. “You’re my own living sex toy.”
I nipped her chin, bringing a hand up to caress her tits. She unbuttoned her blouse as she rode my cock. I buried my face in her perfect tits as she went up, up, the tip of my cock barely inside her, then back down again. It was excruciating.
“I should take you outside, bend you over the hood, and fuck you,” I growled, biting her ear.
“Nuh-uh. I’m driving,” she replied, her hips making slow circles.
I was about to lose it.
I slipped her nipple back into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue while we fucked. I could tell she was close; she was emitting throaty moans and gasps, her hips making needy circles on my cock. I grabbed her hips, holding her still, then thrust up into her, making her cry out. She spread her legs, inviting me in, and I increased the rhythm, making her tits bounce with every thrust.
She cried out when she came, her pussy clenching against me as I spilled my load in her. I kissed her, clenching her ass, rubbing her clit along the length of my cock, milking her orgasm.
“Check that off of my sex bucket list,” Sadie said as she lay panting against me.
“Only thing left is the bondage,” I quipped.
Sadie peered at me in the low light from the street lamp. “You really are a billionaire.”
“Of course I am,” I said as I slowly disentangled us. “Say the word and I can have us in a chateau outside Paris in eight hours.”
“Paris might be a little fancy for little ol’ me. I have holes in my underwear, remember,” Sadie said, fixing her skirt as I fumbled to button up my pants.
I opened the door. As Sadie crawled from on top of me, she inadvertently pressed her hand on the horn.
Beeep!
“Crap!”
In the distance, dogs barked. A couple lights in the building turned on, illuminating the parking lot.
“So much for being subtle.”
A horn beeped. We turned to see Ida drive up in a souped-up golf cart that had the Bath and Body Twerks company logo on it in glowing, sparkly lettering.
“Getting a little spicy, eh?” Ida called out. “Enjoy him while he’s young and spry.” She stopped the golf cart next to the car. “I tried to spice it up with Bert earlier, but he just fell asleep.”
“Sex toys aren’t doing it for him?” I deadpanned.
Sadie elbowed me in the ribs.
Ida sighed dramatically. “He needs chemical help. I have a new performance-enhancing cake I’m developing. I’m calling it Pop in the Sock. I’m going to have samples at the gala. It’s based off an old family recipe. Bettina’s great-great-great-aunt ran a brothel. Between the gout and breathing in all that coal smoke, most of those old industry fat cats had performance issues. Her diary swears this is a cure-all. We’ll chat tomorrow about my table placement, Sadie. I have a nifty outfit I found. Really puts my girls out on display.”
