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Biting my lip, I take the challenge. I slide into the limo, stifling my moan when the plug thrusts upward with each movement of my backside across the leather seat.
When I’m settled, I notice that the partition is already up, blocking the driver’s view of us.
Jack slips in behind me, then pulls the car door shut and reaches to grab my nape as the car starts moving, his mouth closing over mine. A satiated moan leaves his lips to vibrate on mine.
He is as tormented and needy as I am. At least that’s what I hope.
I'm wild when he frees my mouth. With a moan of protest, I clutch the lapels of his suit jacket to pull him over me. Gripping my wrists, he pries my fists off his clothes and settles himself in the seat across from me, then leans forward and buckles the lap belt across my belly.
“Take your clothes off.”
I freeze. “Here?” I look out the windows at the city passing on all sides.
“You’ll never earn what you want unless you learn to trust me.” He grabs his crotch and I realize he's already hard and thick in his pants. “Say ‘yes, Daddy’ and get to work.”
“Yes, Daddy.” My trembling hands are already at the hem of my sweater and I pull it up and off. It’s not much of a struggle to strip my sweater, but when I reach for the waistband of my skirt with the seatbelt in place, I have to wiggle and shift and wiggle and shift to release the button and zipper on the back.
With each move, the plug makes its presence known and I look up to see the delight in Jack’s blue eyes.
“I like to see you struggle to give me what I want.”
I raise my eyebrows at him, lifting myself as much as the seatbelt will allow and strain to pull my skirt off. It feels like it takes forever and with every grunt and difficulty, the joy in Jack’s eyes grows.
“Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” I mock, finally getting the fabric out from under my rear end.
“It’s your job to be sure I do,” he answers as I tug my skirt down over my knees and kick it away on the toes of my heels and as I do, one flies off nearly hitting Jack in the forehead. “Careful.”
“Sorry?”
He shakes his head and shifts his hips, and his hands reach for his belt and I’m sure I’m in for a stinging introduction to his belt. I’m frozen watching as he snaps his tongue over his top teeth eyeing me.
“You’re not naked. Keep going.”
I reach behind my back, undoing the clasp of my black lace bra. As it falls off my breasts, I arch my back as Jack pulls his cock and balls free of the confines of his pants leaving his belt in place.
I expect him to get on top of me. Or order me to suck his cock. Instead, he leans his back against the door and regards me with cool silence. Teasing me with the thick, swollen length of his perfect cock. One arm hangs over the side of the back of the seat, the other laying limply on his thigh.
“I'm naked.” I eye him with caution, unsure what game we are currently playing but knowing he has a plan of which I am unaware.
“I see that.” He rubs his lower lip with a thumb. His eyes are fierce in the low.
We stare at each other. I watch his cock twitch and the bead of glistening pre-cum pops over the head, making my mouth water.
“I want to lick that.”
His jaw hardens. “Good to know. Get that plug out.”
A rush of heat winds through me. “What? Here?”
“Yes, baby girl. Take it out. Tell me how it feels while you do it.”
Shyness swoops in to silence me.
“Take off your other shoe, put your heels on the seat, slide down as much as you can, then spread your legs wide so I have the best view possible.”
He flicks a button and a small light illuminates the space between the seats. Great. A spotlight.
I moan and shift my hips forward, hoping I can tempt him to fuck me instead, but it doesn’t work. Spreading my legs, I feel a hot gush of my juices.
“I'm going to ruin your seats.”
“You’re making them perfect. I’ll smell your pussy every day. This is just the beginning. Your sweetness will eventually be everywhere. If the cops ever have to check the car for bodily fluids, it will look like a crime scene back here. Now get that plug out.”
I hold the base of the plug and give it a gentle pull. My body resists. Biting my lip, I close my eyes. I drop my head back onto the seat and give it another slow tug feeling my opening stretch around the foreign object.
