Chapter Thirty-Three
Terra
My father had arranged for a limousine to take us to the reception, and as soon as we arrived, we were to have pictures taken. Although I had no idea who the driver was, and seriously doubted I would ever see him again, complying with Michael’s wishes wasn’t an easy thing for me.
“In my wedding dress?”
He nodded. “Yep. Right here, right now. You are finally mine, and I’m going to demand it if I have to.”
I motioned toward the glass partition. “But he’s right up there.”
“He can’t see us.”
“I think he can.”
He removed his jacket and tossed it onto the leather loveseat positioned directly below the tinted glass. “I think I don’t care.”
“You’re serious? You want to fuck in here? On the way to our reception?”
The thought excited me, but the fear of getting caught, at least so far, was preventing me from complying.
He began to pull against his tie. “Yep.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy in love.”
I leaned forward and tapped my knuckles against the glass.
The partition lowered.
“Can you see us?”
The driver looked at my reflection in the rear-view mirror. “I can now. Yes, ma’am.”
“Can you see us when the glass is up?”
“No, ma’am. It’s privacy glass.”
“If you could see us, would you be truthful? Would you tell me?”
He smiled. “Yes, ma’am. I would.”
“Can you, um. Can you roll up the glass and keep it up until I knock on it again?”
“I sure can.”
“Okay. Will you do that for me, please?”
He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“And, can you take the scenic route?”
“The scenic route. Yes, ma’am.”
The glass rose.
Michael unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. “I’m glad that’s settled. Now, lift up your dress and climb on my cock.”
He pulled his dick out, gripped it, and wagged it back and forth. It was as rigid as a piece of steel.
Jesus.
My obsession with the wedding, at least for the last few weeks, had brought our sex life to a screeching halt. Simply seeing his rock-hard cock got my juices flowing.
Instantly.
My dress fit me like a second skin, and getting it pushed up my thighs proved almost impossible. Sitting on the loveseat directly across from Michael, I struggled to rid myself of it as he stroked his cock.
Michael grinned at my frantic attempt to get undressed, his cock gripped firmly in his fist the entire time.
Feeling that I was losing the battle, I eventually unzipped it, carefully removed it, and placed it beside Michael’s jacket. Getting cum on it wasn’t something I wanted to happen.
Now sitting across from Michael, nervous and naked, I looked at his rigid dick, and then into his eyes.
“What do you want me to do?”
While he stroked himself with one hand, he pushed his slacks down to his calves with the other.
“Face the partition,” he said. “Watch your reflection in the glass.”
As the limo glided down the highway toward the vineyard, I got up, turned around and lowered myself into Michael’s lap.
The pressure of the tip of his dick against my wet pussy was a welcome feeling. My wedding night hopes didn’t include getting fucked in the limousine, but then again, Michael was the more adventurous of the two of us.
With my hands on his knees, and my ass hovering above his hips, I accepted the entire length of his thick shaft into me, slowly. One cautious inch at a time, he filled me with his cock. As my ass came to rest against his hips, I exhaled.
“Oh my God. That feels good.”
He cupped my breasts, and rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
As a tingling ran the length of my body, I arched my back, lifted my butt from his lap, and then slowly lowered myself back down. I caught a glimpse of my naked reflection in the tinted glass partition, but watching Michael’s possessive gaze as I rode him had me aching.
God, this is hot.
My eyes fell closed.
With his chest against my back, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my ear.
A chill ran along my spine.
“Make me come, Terra,” he breathed.
I opened my eyes and looked at our reflection in the mirrored glass.
It was almost as if I was witnessing us perform in our own version of a porn video. I quickly got lost in watching his hands massage the soft skin of my breasts.
I’d always felt that we were a sexy couple. Seeing our naked bodies in the mirror solidified my belief. I smiled, gripped his knees and lifted myself from his lap.
With the tip of his dick tickling my swollen clit, I glanced over my shoulder. “Ready?”
He dragged his teeth along my neck until his mouth came to rest at my shoulder. “Fuck me, Terra.”
It was all the invitation I needed.
I fixed my eyes on the glass, and began to buck my hips wildly. With every ounce of energy I could gather, I fucked Michael’s cock like it was the last chance I would ever have.
He gnawed along my neck and squeezed my boobs as I continued to work my hips up and down, taking every inch of him inside of me each time I thrust my hips downward.
Like animals, we continued. In a matter of minutes, my updo became a downdo. I shook my head, tossed my hair over my shoulders, and arched my back.
“Come in me...”
“Come...”
I felt him swell inside of me, and realized the end was near. I chewed against my lower lip, glanced at the partition, and found complete satisfaction in my messy hair and the sultry look I wore.
I felt his breath against my ear.
“I’m going to come in you,” he said through his teeth.
Please...
The sound of my ass slapping against his hips filled the air, and hearing it fueled me to fuck him even harder.
I leaned forward, placed my hands against the edge of the loveseat across from us, and found the angle to be uncomfortable as hell. Instantaneously, I raised my shoulders and slapped my hands against the glass partition, anchoring myself against something for the last leg of our limousine fuck-fest.
The glass began to move.
Apparently, my hands hitting the glass made the driver think I wanted something. Slowly, and steadily, the glass continued to lower.
No.
No.
Nooo.
It was too late. The partition came a stop.
With the glass no longer obscuring his view, the driver’s eyes met mine in the reflection of the rearview mirror.
Fuck it.
There was little I could do to hide what we were doing, so I simply sat up straight, grinned, and continued.
A few seconds later, Michael erupted inside of me at the same time I reached climax.
As the sound of my breathing became the only thing I could hear, the car came to a stop.
“We’re here,” the driver announced.
Shit!
“Shit!” Michael said.
“Shit!” I squealed.
The driver put the car into park, and when he did, the door locks automatically unlocked.
Then, the back door flew open.
Shit!
There was nothing I could do but grab my dress, attempt to cover my boobs, and hope for the best.
I met my father’s gaze. “Hi, Papa.”
He looked at Michael. His mouth twisted into a smirk. “I better get a grandson out of this.”
Then, he shut the door.