I can’t believe what’s about to happen.

It’s like a hypnotic trance as we both leave Masa and get into Malcolm’s limo as it pulls up to Columbus Circle. He’s staring at me. I’m looking at him.

Hunger.

Desire.

Lust.

But in the back of my mind, I remember what my mission is.

I have to get him to fall in love with me. I can’t succumb.

On the same token, if this man can do whatever he wants with women, then so can I with men And that means, of course, that it’s time to have some fun. What else? But even after I try to tell my brain all the reasons it needs to stay rational and not get caught up in Malcolm, I still crave him. How could I not? After our first meeting together, I can barely think of anything else.

Yeah, that’s right.

I’m telling the truth.

I can’t get this glorious specimen of man out of my mind.

Closing the divider between the driver, and us I move closer to him in the seat, my eyes on his. I can see it all there—desire, hunger, lust. Everything that I want to see in a man at a time like this if I want him to eventually fall in love with me.

I’m breathing hard already, my cheeks flushing as I realize that I won’t be able to control myself if I don’t concentrate. Reaching for him, I lay my hand on top of his and squeeze his fingers gently. We’re sitting side by side, looking at our reflection in the mirror that faces us.

“Take me to paradise,” I whisper, turning into him and looking him in the eye; Malcolm’s lips curl upward into a slight grin and he’s ready but I need to explain myself further. “Just…no sex,” I tell him.

He looks at me.

“I can’t go all the way on a first date if I need you to respect me in the morning,” I tell him.

Malcolm’s face falls.

But I push out my chest and within seconds he’s thinking with the head that must be leaking precum.

“We shall see,” he growls and I actually smile.

The man is challenging me.

Well, we shall see, won’t we.

He leans into me; electricity pulsing between our lips when they press together. Both his hands are on my face, his lips brushing against me softly. “I want you to have me, but not now” I insist, as I pull back, looking into his eyes. There’s a mischievous expression on his face, one that tells me he already knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him.

“We’ll see how long you keep that line,” he whispers. “You’re already crumbling. It went from no sex ever to no sex just for now.”

“I want to do things right,” I whisper back.

“If that’s what you want,” he smiles then, his hands going to my lower back as his mouth presses against mine once more. I grab his jacket and, with all the patience in the world, take it off of him; my fingers then go to his collar and I start unbuttoning his shirt, anticipating how it will feel to brush my fingers over the smooth skin of his chest.

“You want me to fall in love with you?” Malcolm asks, breaking the spell.

“It’s what I need,” I tell him as I come up for air. Sliding his hand under the opening in my dress, he rests the tip of his fingers over the dimples in my lower back, in that narrow patch of naked skin just before my thong. A shiver goes up my spine at his touch, my mind burning as I succumb to desire. So what if it’s wrong? Maybe I can make an exception just this once. Particularly if it involves someone as young and handsome as Malcolm.

His fingers go around my hips and he rests them over my waist, tracing the contour of my thong as he goes. My heart is already beating fast, and it’s not because of lust and desire. Sure, there’s that too, but somehow it’s different now. It’s something more powerful, more… wickedly sinful. As we touch, the alchemy of our bodies turns wrong into right, forbidden into mandatory.

I finish unbuttoning his shirt and brush my fingers over the hard lines of his abs, tracing their contour as if I’m taking measures. I let my hands climb up to his chest and then they go to his neck; his own hands go up my side and, grabbing my face gently, he parts his lips and slowly brushes his tongue against mine.

How is it even possible to crave someone so much?

His hands go up my body, settling on my shoulders as he hooks his fingers on the straps of my dress. He pulls them down my arms, the front of the dress drooping over my breasts and baring my bra.

He looks at me, licking his lips unconsciously as he looks at my almost naked chest, and then pulls me back into him once more. My naked skin brushes against his, and I can feel it prickling, goose bumps all over me. Trapped in his embrace, I feel his fingers on my back as he unhooks the velvety bra I still have on. I let it slide down my arms, my hard nipples sending a ripple of electricity down my torso as the cool air of the air condition from the limo laps at them.

I sit still, letting Malcolm take a good hard look at me. He isn’t smiling or grinning; he just sits there, by my side, looking at my body as if I’m the last woman on earth.

“You can’t imagine how much I want you. How much I need to feel my cock inside of you,” he says as I grab at his shirt and take it off his body, running the open palm of my hands down his arms. I smile at him, and without taking my eyes off of his, I let my fingers trace a slow and tortuous line over his chest and abs, and then down to his belt. Hooking my fingers around it, I pull Malcolm into me, our foreheads resting against each other. I reach for him with my mouth and tenderly bite his lower lip.

“I can imagine it,” I say, “But not today.”

His hands go down over the curve of my backside and he grabs me there, our bodies pressing against each other. With my naked breasts against his chest, I swear I can almost feel his heart drumming away.

I unbuckle his pants and then I pull the belt out from its loops. My heart’s louder now, almost racing.

This is a dangerous fucking game I’m playing. As softly as I can, I brush the tip of my fingers over his crotch, feeling the shape of his erection straining against his pants. To feel his desire for me is almost magical.

Taking my time, I unbutton his pants, his length pressing against the back of my hands as I do it. My body is already aching to have him in me.

Why am I holding back?

Good question.

I want to take my time. I deserve this. In time. Not now. There’s a bigger picture on the line.

His pants unbuttoned, I brush my fingertip from the base of his cock to his tip, over the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs. He’s pulsing with desire, but he has no other choice but to let me take the lead, allowing me to drive him insane before he finally snaps.

I keep on brushing against his cock just like this, the tip of my finger going up and down, up and down in an endless loop. I look at him and he’s gritting his teeth, hunger flashing behind his eyes. He’s under my spell... as much as I’m under his.

I grab the hem of his boxers, and careful not to touch his cock, I lower them. His massive erection springs free, pointing up and straight at me as if accusing me of tortuous teasing. Just like I love it.

Still without touching it, I grab the hem of his trousers and slowly start pulling them down his legs as I go down to my knees on the limo’s carpeted floor. I look up at him, a grin on my face, and I know he’s bursting with anticipation.

He kicks off his shoes hurriedly, and then I pull both his pants and boxers off, my hands then brushing against his lower legs and up. It’s almost as hard for me as it is for him. I want to tease, yes, but with his naked body so close to me, I’m teasing myself as well.

My hands climb up his legs and to his waist, my eyes not leaving his for one simple second. His cock is throbbing, almost jumping in place as if begging for me to touch it. It’s almost impossible to resist.

My fingertips go around his waist, and then I lower them to his inner thighs, feeling the warmness of his skin as his breathing starts to grow anxious. I lean into him, his cock just one inch away from my parted lips; but I remain in place, still not touching it. His body is tensing up, and I know how hard he’s resisting the urge to simply grab my head and thrust his hips at me.

I open one hand, and with my open palm, I caress his balls, feeling their weight. They’re full with his seed, and I can barely wait to have him panting, his cock shooting his load deep inside me... Just by touching him there, his cock starts pulsing, thickening even more than what I thought would be possible. I let go of his balls and let one single finger brush over his cock all the way from his root to his tip; I then take it off and go back down to the base, repeating the process over and over again. I’m actually surprised by the way he’s resisting his own wild urges. I know I wouldn’t be able to.

I tilt my head sideways, and leaning down, I plant my lips on his shaft. My kiss is soft, my mouth barely touching him, but even so I can feel the warm blood that runs through his cock furiously.

I part my lips slightly, feeling more of his flesh on me, and I suck gently, kissing his shaft on a downward line all the way to his balls. I then go back up, stopping just one inch away from his tip. Pulling back, I look at him and let my tongue slowly escape my lips and reach for his tip.

His hands go to my head when my tongue touches him, but he simply lays them there, not moving at all. I start tracing circles around his tip, smoothly brushing my tongue over his glans. I know he can’t wait for me to start sucking on him, and I just love how the anticipation is almost palpable.

“It feels so good…” He whispers, his voice loaded with anxiety.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Without even grabbing his cock with my hand, I open my mouth and carefully engulf his whole tip, pulling back slowly over it. He tangles his fingers in locks of my hair, and when I look up at him, I notice he has his eyes closed.

“I just love how you handle my cock…” He says, breathing harder than before. I do it again, his glans inside my mouth, and then I slowly start lowering myself, his cock rolling over my lips and deep into my mouth. I press his thickness upwards with my tongue, and the moment I feel him exhale sharply, I grab his cock with my right hand. His hands on my head jerk a little, almost as if he has been shocked, and I can’t help but feel my pussy becoming moist and dampening my thong.

Pulling back over his cock, I accompany the motion with my hand, and when enough of his cock is out of me, I grasp the rest of it with my other hand. Like that, I slowly start bobbing my head; I close my eyes then, his flavor and scent completely taking hold of all of my thoughts and pushing me toward a frenzied state.

I start going faster, grabbing and caressing his balls with one hand while I suck him. I never imagined I would take so much pleasure out of sucking a man, but then again, I have never been with a man like Malcolm…. God, who would have imagined that having your mouth filled with a cock this massive would be one of the best feelings in the world? And I’m just talking about having him in my mouth, because when his cock is sliding deep into my pussy… How much better can all this possibly get?

But not tonight. Not if I want to win this game.

I’m going as fast as I can now, and I’m not even using my hands. His fingers on my head guide me as he thrusts, my mouth working with complete abandonment. I go like this until I feel the muscles in my neck starting to hurt; I pull back, his cock popping out of my mouth, but I don’t allow him any rest. I immediately start to stroke him, moving my hand so fast I’m surprised I can even do it at all.

I notice he’s grabbing at my hair harshly, but I don’t care. I continue to suck him, and when I realize it, I’m already moaning. I always thought that women who moaned during a blowjob were pretty much making a show out of it. Well, let me assure you right now, that’s not what’s happening here. If I’m moaning, it’s not because I want to; it’s because I need to. And believe me, if you ever have a cock this thick and long inside your mouth, you’ll be moaning too.

Taking his cock out of my mouth, I stop to catch my breath; then I tilt my head sideway, and lick the side of his shaft until I reach its roots. Going further down, I kiss his balls, sucking one in; it pops into my mouth easily, and I roll it over my tongue, my lips not allowing it to escape. When I finally let it go free, I turn my attention to the other one, lapping at it with my tongue before sucking it in. They’re massive and heavy holding all his delicious semen inside of them…

I just can’t help but open my mouth as wide as I can, taking both of his balls inside of me. I suck on them hard before I finally turn my attention to his shaft. I slide my tongue in a straight upward line, stopping for a heartbeat on his tip, lapping at it with my tongue and just sucking his glans with my eager lips. I hear him grunt slightly, and the sound of it sends shivers up and down my spine.

He starts thrusting wildly now, and my mouth is open wide as his cock slides in and out of me. I’m not big on cursing, but there’s no other way to put this: he’s fucking my mouth, and it feels fucking amazing.

“Fuck…” he grunts suddenly, his pace winding down. He’s close to coming, and he’s trying to resist the urge to do it… Well, it’s not his call. I always liked to take the lead and be the dominant one. And I’m his senior… A boy like him has no other choice but to submit to my whims.

“Come for me, baby… Just do it…” I whisper, taking his cock out of my mouth just to get the words out. I dive into it again, and even though he’s pulling his hips back, trying to get his cock out of me, I accompany his motion and push my mouth even further down. He tries pushing me back with his hands, but I push back against the hold he has on me; he has nowhere to run to, there’s no escaping me and he knows it. I’m the predator and he’s my prey. He’s mine.

Grabbing his cock by the base tightly, I start sucking with as much effort as I can muster, bobbing my head back and forth as if my life depended on it. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start pulsing against the inner side of my cheeks, and knowing that he’s close, I push through the pain on my neck and keep going as hard as humanly possible.

“Fuck!” he blurts out again, this time louder. His fingers curl against my scalp, and with one mighty thrust, he cums into my mouth. It’s warm and salty, and as it gushes in a torrent over my tongue, I can feel my skin prickling. I remain still, his spasming cock inside of me as he shoots his seed, filling my mouth until it can’t hold anything else, both with his cock and his cum.

When his fingers on my head relax, I start pulling out, tightening my lips around his cock on the way out. I look up at him then, making a grimace out of it as his cum is still filling my mouth; he’s breathing hard, but there’s a grin of satisfaction on his face.

Still looking him in the eyes, I open my mouth, showing him all of the cum I have in my mouth. His face lights up with a devious grin and he takes my hand in his, pulling me up and into him. I let myself go willingly, feeling my knees sore from all that time kneeling at his feet. Not that I’m complaining—oh, not at all.

As soon as I’m at his level, I lean forward and press my mouth against his, parting my lips and letting his tongue in. I feel his semen starting to drip down my chin as we kiss, but I couldn’t care less. He sucks on my tongue, and then rolls his inside of my mouth, stealing back all of his cum. The moment he pulls back from me, I wipe my chin with the back of my hand, swallowing whatever’s left inside of my mouth. Grinning, he does the same, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his own juices go down his throat.

“Don’t think that means we’re done,” he says, that lustful grin on his lips. He takes his hand and places it right over my crotch. “Now’s my turn.”

My heart thrashes inside my chest as he says it, and my pussy almost bursts like a dam. I become so wet that I start to feel even my dress becoming damp. And no, I’m not exaggerating.

“No sex,” I protest weakly.

I know the truth. And so do you.

If he wants me right now…I’m his.

He pulls me into him, crushing his mouth into mine. We kiss in abandonment, Malcolm’s tongue brushing against my lips and cleaning it dry of the drops of cum still hanging there. His hands keep going up my legs, and he slides them under my body, cupping my ass cheeks harshly as he gently bites on my neck.

“Keep it hard for me, baby,” I whisper into his ear, grabbing his cock and stroking. I didn’t need to worry, he’s still as hard as concrete. Even though I’ve teased him to no end and forced him to cum inside of my mouth, he’s still hard! And he didn’t even need five seconds to rest and recuperate.

His fingers rub my ass cheeks, his thumbs going over my crack and pulling at my thong. With his hands over my underwear, he forces his way around my waist, bunching up the fabric of my dress, and plants one hand right over my pussy and thong. I’m so wet that his fingers slip over my crotch, as if I’m covered in oil. Pressing his open palm there, he rubs it against me until I throw my head back and start moaning hard.

He takes his hand out for one quick second, just the amount of time necessary for him to push my dress up to my waist. As his fingers brush against my skin, I feel them wet and slippery, completely covered in my juices.

Once more, he presses hard against my pussy, and I start stroking him in a backhanded motion, my hand moving over his length almost too clumsily.

My eyes are closed, so I don’t see him leaning into me—all that I feel are his lips wrapping themselves tightly around my nipples and sucking hard on them, one hand of his cupping my breasts and pulling at them.

I don’t know how that’s even possible, but I’m becoming even wetter. I can already feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs; such is the mess my loins are in.

I moan in anticipation as he starts tugging on my dress, pushing it down my legs in a hurry; I kick it off, lying back against the seat just in my completely drenched thong. Exactly the way he likes it, I bet.

He grabs my ass, squeezing hard while he pulls at the small string that covers it. He pulls and tugs at the part of my thong that goes around my thighs, slowly sending it down on one side and then on the other. Soon enough, only a small wet patch of fabric is covering my pussy.

Malcolm goes from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking, and taking his time with my tits. I grab his head and force him to suck on my nipples harder, the flesh in my breasts molding to the pressure of his mouth. Softly, he pulls on my right nipple with his teeth, biting on it with a kind of careful and tender pressure. My mind stabbed by pleasure, he finally starts to softly kiss his way down to my belly, going to his knees like I did before. There, he takes his time, kissing around my waist as if that un-tanned line of skin marked border territory. But eventually he goes over it, his lips seductively kissing my groins. I’m fighting hard not to thrust my pussy against his face, but if he had the mental fortitude to resist me, I can do the same.

Or, well, I can try.

Pulling me into him with his hands on my ass, he presses his mouth over the small patch of thong that still covers me, sucking eagerly over my pussy. I can’t help but sway my hips as he does it, knowing that my out-of-control wetness is now on his lips and tongue, and that my most secret scents and flavors are now his to taste.

He opens his mouth and slowly closes it, as if he’s trying to devour my pussy; then, suddenly becoming tired of not having me completely naked, he bites on my thong and pulls it down my legs with his teeth, rubbing his hands up and down my sides.

I look at him, his cock still proudly standing between his legs, waiting for its turn to ravish me. I feel his eyes crawling all over me, enjoying every valley, hill, and curve of my body, mentally ravaging every single inch of me.

He takes his thumb and presses it just one inch above my clit, applying downward pressure, and I feel that electric tingle coursing through me. I don’t even understand how he can possibly know my body so well. Even I, alone in my bedroom and having some me time, can’t touch myself the way he’s doing right now. Someone as handsome as him shouldn’t have this kind of experience… But he has, and I’m the luckiest woman around.

He continues rubbing my clit, all while stretching his fingers and brushing one of them gently on my pussy lips in a coming and going motion. I slowly move my hips in his direction, barely able to control myself; he just applies a bit more pressure on my clit and I stop immediately, my whole body feeling an intense current of electricity running through every single fiber in it.

I can’t control myself. It’s impossible to resist while he tortures me like this.

I grab his wrist with one hand, and I push it against my pussy, trying to force him to do anything—press against it, finger me, lick me. Anything! I need him; I need his body… Fingers, mouth, cock—I need everything in him.

Fuck everything. I need to cum now. I can’t think of anything else.

Rational thought is out the window.

But he’s strong, and no matter how much strength I apply, his hand doesn’t budge. He simply looks up at me, grinning as if he knows exactly the kind of maddening torture he’s putting me through.

“If you want my cock, you’ll have to wait,” he tells me, and I almost want to scream in frustration. He’s teasing me.

“Malcolm… I…” I stammer, running my hands through his hair back and forth, summoning whatever endurance there’s in me to resist his touch.

How can I get out of this deal? How can I take back what I said?

“What do you want me to do?” he asks, slowly stroking my clit as he looks up at me. “Tell me.”

I look at him, but my mind is completely blank. What do I want him to do? How about everything? He jumps in to help me then, that grin full of mischievousness dancing on his lips.

“Maybe I should do this…?” He leans into me, and without touching me with his mouth, he simply lets his tongue press right over my clit. The muscles in my legs tighten and I start pulling at his hair, not knowing what to do. “Or maybe this?” He slides one inch of his finger inside of me, and I immediately try to thrust my hips upward so that he goes all the way in. “Someone’s very, very eager...”

I pant as he slides his finger all the way in, curling it in a hooking motion and stroking somewhere inside my pussy that makes sparks fly behind my eyelids. With his finger nestled there, he simply rubs it against my insides; he leans into me, his lips wrapped tight around my clit, dancing with it as he flicks his tongue in precise maddening motions.

I’m trying hard not to moan, but it’s getting harder to resist. Really hard.

Sucking while his tongue laps at my clit, he starts rubbing with his finger faster, and I can feel my insides boiling and clenching. I’m pulling at his hair desperately and, thank the gods, he has eased his hold on me and now I can sway my hips freely. I place my legs over his shoulders, locking him in place and reeling him in while I press his face against my pussy, rubbing myself against him, my mind completely devoid of any semblance of rationality. In this precise moment, I’m just existing.

One harder flick of his tongue against my clit and a thunderstorm consumes my mind. I pull him into my pussy so hard that I can even feel his teeth against my flesh, and I come just like that. My whole body trembles as I thrust at him, goose bumps all over my skin.

He pulls back, leaving only his finger inside; instead of taking it out as I come, he keeps on fingering me without mercy. My whole body is trembling and there’s a violent pressure mounting on my insides. Something inside of me is clenching and I try and grab Malcolm’s hand; he looks up at me, a grin on his face, and redoubles his efforts.

“Malcolm, I think I’m…” I think I’m what? I don’t even know what I’m feeling! But, judging by the look on his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing. I grit my teeth, close my eyes and… Oh God, what is this? My whole body is contracting, and it seems as if I’m about to explode. Really explode.

And that’s exactly what happens.

My pussy clenches around his finger and an orgasm spreads through me like a flood. And I mean that quite literally; I’m gushing! I’m… I’m squirting! Oh, God, I really am squirting, and in a way I never thought was even possible. The pleasure is so intense I feel all of my muscles burning. Warm juices shoot out of my pussy and drip down my folds, pooling between my thighs on the leather seat.

My limbs flailing, I throw my head back against the seat, breathing hard. He comes up, sitting by my side, and touches my cheek, caressing it, and lays his lips against mine. I can still taste my pussy on his mouth and by god I love how it feels.

But he isn’t done yet. His finger is still inside of me and, instead of pulling it out, he starts sliding it in and out of me. He starts slowly at first, almost as if he’s teasing me, but I’m as wet and ready as I can be. He goes faster, with each thrust of his finger he increases the pace and soon, and soon I’m pressing my legs together, locking his hand into place as he fingers me toward insanity.

When he pushes one more finger inside of me, I have to grit my teeth. My body is still trembling and shaking, and even so, I can already feel that storm of pleasure building back up, the roar of delight inside my mind.

He starts biting at my neck, pinching my nipples at the same time with his free hand. I throw my head back, my hair falling over my shoulders, and I choke down a scream as something explodes inside my mind. I come... I come really hard. But he doesn’t stop. This time, I know he’s not going to allow me any kind of rest.

We’re going for it all the way. No brakes, no nothing.

And the car comes to a stop.

As the haze of lust clears from my mind slightly, I see the situation I’m in.

The car is idling outside my condo on the Upper East Side – 72^nd and Park Ave. From his files I know Malcolm lives at One57 – like every billionaire I’ve ever met.

We’re naked. I’ve just had an earth shaking orgasm.

His cock is in my hands, hovering inches above my pussy.

And I need to stop.

“This is me,” I say, looking at him – wondering what he’ll say. “This is my stop.”

Long sighs. Deep breaths. Malcolm seems unfocused at first, but his discipline finally gets the better of him.

“You want to get out of the car?” he asks.

I nod my head as he leans back and lets me start to find my clothes.

“When will we…” he lets the question hang in the air as I snap on my bra and stuff my thong into my purse.

Its short work to put the dress back on. Hair a mess. Going commando in a rumpled dress after a tussle in the back of the limo. I mean, the doorman will probably know what I was up to, but I’m sure that I’ll be able to run through the lobby into the elevator at this hour without anyone else noticing.

I look at Malcolm and realized he’s still waiting for the answer to my question.

“You can fuck me when you love me, babe,” I say coolly.

He actually chuckles as I leave the limo.

Good thing he doesn’t see my ear to ear grin.

This game…it’s gonna be fun.