Lola's fingers are shaking as she undoes my fly, pulling out my cock and slowly jacking me, her thumb running over the tip as she does a squeeze on the upward pull.
God. Her doing that with her mouth on my cock would be fucking heaven.
Instead, I reach down and pull her panties, the delicate silk ripping.
"Sir!"
"I'll buy you more."
And then I pull her, so she sinks down on my cock.
Oh. God. I want to fuck her like this, and I'm not sure I can pull out to take her ass.
She's so hot and wet and divine.
I pull on her nipples, and then I grab her hips, working her on me.
She's got me wet enough, so I ease her up and nudge her asshole with my cock.
She gets it. She takes me, guiding me, holding me as shepushes herself down, and I don't think I've seen a better, hotter thing.
Actually, maybe this is hotter, with me in her ass, her pussy is mine to look at and touch, and I do.
She's half against the seats behind her, and I push two fingers into her, my thumb working over her clit.
Her ass is milking me, and I'm struggling to hold back.
I want to go balls deep in her, but the fact she's fucking me is insane, and with my fingers in her, I can feel her shudders and tiny little flurries of contractions.
She suddenly clamps down, and she rocks on me, shaking. "Oh, oh!"
Her pussy is coming hard on my fingers, both spasming around them and gushing, and I can't help it. I cum, too. Hard.
When we're done, I pull her forward and kiss her, a long kiss, deep, one full of satiation and emotions that keep sparking in my heart.
I don't know how long we drive around kissing, but it's a long, long time.
And worth every fucking moment.
Her pussy tastes even better than it did the last time.
I dry her off and give her the T-shirt she likes.
I'm not sure when the game ended, but I dress.
"Do you want to do anything or go to bed?" I'm careful not to say where and when.
"I could watch something."
"I'll get a bag of popcorn, and I'll meet you in the living room."
"Here is good, too," she looks at my suite.
I nod, but I don't leave. "Look. I know I've been controlling and trying to make it up to you with gifts. But..."
I take a breath. It's the truth and a lie.
I'm obsessed. I get that. And the obsession has got nothing to do with the danger. But I can handle it.
