"No, it doesn’t matter at all," I reply, knowing that we’re not talking about money anymore. We’re talking about the unspoken demands of our bodies and, for that, I don’t want him thinking with his brain. Not at all. Although, I gotta say, his cock has been doing most of the thinking for him since that first meeting.

His gaze falls from my eyes to my lips, and he starts leaning in slowly; he’s coming in for the kiss, ready to dazzle me as if I’m his high-school prom date, but I stop him. I lean back against the seat, almost lying down, and lift one leg, pressing my high heel against his chest and keeping him at bay.

"Do you have what it takes?" I ask him again, using one hand to pull the hemline of my dress up. His eyes go even lower, his gaze on my inner thighs, and I feel him pressing the whole weight of his body against my foot. He’s dying to take me, and that’s exactly what I want from him.

"I do," he growls, his words like coiled springs, just as full of tension as his body is.

"I don’t know, I really don’t," I purr. "I’m not like other women, Lucas. I want the best. I need the best." While I speak, I let my heel slide down his chest until it’s pressed between his thighs, his hard cock pushing back against my foot.

"I am the best," he growls again, swatting my foot away and moving so fast that his movements become a blur. Next thing I know he’s on top of me, his mouth so dangerously close to mine that I feel sparks flying from my lips and into his. His fingertips brush against the nape of my neck and then, tangling his fingers in my hair, he yanks hard and forces me to throw my head back.

I gasp as he presses his lips against the skin on my neck, pulling at it between his teeth. His mouth hikes up the contour of my jaw, and then he brushes his tongue between my lips. We kiss then, pressing our mouths together so fiercely that I feel flames dancing up and down my spine; our tongues dance around one another in a frenzy, my hands on his back.

Turning my fingers into claws I pull on his shirt, un-tucking it. His kiss grows fiercer and fiercer, and he places both his hands on my waist, a vicious hunger dictating every single movement of his body. Parting my legs, I lace them around his waist and pull him into me as I lie down across the seat; the hemline of my dress climbs up to my waist, and a growing wetness takes over my pussy as I feel his crotch pressed against mine.

I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my thong against the shape of his cock, and he responds with a harsh thrust. I gasp, pulling back from his kiss, and my skin prickles as I feel his thick mast pressing down on my pussy. God, he feels so huge! What is he hiding under his pants? A baseball bat?

My fingers are trembling as I take them to his neck and start unbuttoning his shirt, my heart thumping fast as I reveal his chest. His pectorals are as hard as rock and, when I get to his abs, I can’t help but grin in surprise; deep grooves separate eight squares of pure muscle, all of them paving the way down into what seems like the biggest cock I’ve ever felt. For a billionaire, it seems that Lucas enjoys spending as much time inside a gym as he enjoys the boardroom.

"I’m going to fuck you so hard," Lucas suddenly breathes into my ear, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine, "that you won’t be able to stand once I’m done."

"I can’t wait for that…" I whisper right back at him, both my hands trailing down to his belt. I unbuckle it, my heart tightening inside my chest, and then pull his zipper down. His cock pushes hard against my knuckles, tenting his boxer briefs, and I realize that ‘big’ doesn’t quite describe it. Lucas must be at least twelve inches long, which makes it the biggest cock I’ve ever felt in my entire life. The thing is, does he know how to use it?

Suddenly pulling back from me, he kneels between my legs and reaches with his hand for the intercom. "Stop the limo," he simply says, his words leaving no room for debate.

"Yes, sir," the driver merely replies, no questions whatsoever, and I feel the car halting to a stop a few seconds afterward, the gentle purr of the engine fading away into nothingness.

"Not hungry anymore?" I tease him, curling my fingers around his mast and squeezing it more harshly than I should.

"Oh, I’m hungry." There’s a dark edge to his eyes, his voice deeper than usual, and that just makes me wetter. The beast inside of him has been rattled enough, and now it’s ready to escape from its cage. "I’m hungry for you," he continues, flattening the palm of his hand against my wet thong. I gasp as I feel his eager touch, my eyes never leaving his, and I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his hand.

"Show me how hungry," I demand of him, grabbing his wrist and taking his hand off of my pussy. Unblinking, I spread my legs wide and flick my thong to the side, showing him my pink inner lips. His eyes narrow at the sight and, as unbelievable as it sounds, his cock becomes even harder. "Is this what you’re hungry for?"

He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out of it. Biting on my lower lip, I press two fingers over my clit and start rubbing myself, enjoying the way his whole body seems to tense up.

"Is this what you’re hungry for?" I repeat, both his hands going for my inner thighs. Lying down on the seat, he forces me to spread my legs even wider and takes his head to between my thighs. Grabbing at my thong, he tugs on it harshly, pulling it down my legs.

"Yes," he simply growls, the sound coming from the back of his throat. Without a word more, he dives into me, wrapping his lips tight around my clit. I let out a moan as I feel his tongue jabbing at me, electric sparks darting up my spine, and I grab his hair by instinct.

Thrusting upward, I rub my pussy against his mouth, my body controlled by a sudden wildness. Lucas flicks his tongue at my clit with the expertise of a man who knows his way around a woman’s body, and it doesn’t take him long to move down to my drenched pussy lips. Running his tongue up and down the length of my pussy, he jabs at my insides eagerly and then, opening his mouth wide, he sucks on me as if my pussy was the most delicious thing in the word.

Focused back on my clit, his lips wrapped around it, he then brushes his index finger against my inner lips. He moves it up and down, up and down, slowly parting them; then, moving fast, he just slides his finger deep inside of me, curling it upward until his fingertip meets my G-spot. The moment I feel the pressure of his finger against that hidden spot inside of me I let my moans turn into one high-pitched scream, my inner walls tightening.

"You weren’t lying…" I pant, struggling to get the words out and the air in. "You were really hungry…" I laugh, still grabbing at his hair and pushing him down against my pussy.

Working on my clit and G-spot at the same time, he plays me like a true maestro, pulling at the strings of my body and making it burn in a delicious way. Raising my ass from the seat, I press my pussy hard against his mouth as I pull him into me, pleasure building inside me fast.

I hiss through my gritted teeth as fire and electricity blend underneath my muscles, a perfect storm raging all the way up my spine before finally exploding inside my skull. My eyes roll in their orbits and fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, the whip of pleasure lashing out at me so violently that my screams scrape and bruise my throat on the way out.

"So good," I purr as my muscles start to relax, my ass back on the seat again. Slowly, he slides his finger out of my pussy and raises his head to look at me, his lips and chin glistening from my own fluids.

"It gets better," he says, crawling up my body until his lips are just a few inches away from mine. I feel the scent of my pussy on his breath and, unable to control myself, I close the distance between us and crush my mouth on his. Our tongues wrestle against each other, my fluids now coating my lips as well, and I feel lightheaded as the flavor of my own wetness inundates my mind.

He takes his hands to my shoulders as he kisses me, his fingers pushing the straps down my arms and revealing the outer edges of my bra. Tugging viciously, he pushes the fabric of my dress until it’s all bunched up around my waist, and then he grabs both my breasts at the same time. My flesh molds to his fingers as he squeezes my tits, and my nipples become so hard that having a bra on is just too painful.

Sitting up awkwardly, I give him enough space to take his hands to my back, and he doesn’t need me to explain to him what I want. He unclasps my bra with a quick flick of his fingers and, tugging fast, he yanks it off of my body. I take a deep breath as I feel my nipples finally free, but he gives me no pause; grabbing my right breast hard, he leans into me and clamps his lips around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth viciously.

I grab his hair again, pushing him into me, as my breathing grows more ragged by the second. His tongue dances around my nipple in fast vicious circles, and the burning need to feel his cock starts taking over me. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I place my hands on his chest and push him back violently; his eyes widen in surprise, but I just keep on pushing until he’s laying down on the seat, much like I was before.

Now sitting up, I kneel on the seat and go for his shoes, taking one at a time as fast as I can. Without pausing, I then lean into him and push his open shirt down his arms. He just grins, frozen in place as I undress him like a woman possessed. Hooking my fingers on the hem of his pants, I tug them down his legs and then let them fall to the floor, my heart feeling as tight as a fist as my eyes fall on the huge shape tenting his boxer briefs.

"You can do more than just stare," he tempts me, and I return his grin. Flattening the palm of my hand over his cock, I start rubbing him fast, almost too fast, and my insides burn up as I feel his length under my touch. Needing to feel him, skin-on-skin, I just pull his boxers down his legs.

His cock springs free, pre-cum glistening on the tip, and my jaw hangs open before I even know what I’m doing. I mean, he has to be at least twelve-inches long, but now that I’m seeing it … well, let’s just say that there’s a difference between feeling it and seeing it. His cock looks so huge that I can’t help but doubt about the mechanics of the whole thing; is he even going to fit inside of me? It’s as thick as a coke can. Is it going to hurt? All questions to which I can’t wait to find an answer.

Grabbing his cock, I start stroking him gently, measuring his whole length with each stroke of my hand. He sits up as I do it, reaching for my pussy once more, and he rubs my clit with two fingers at the same pace with which I stroke him.

"I can’t wait," he exhales sharply, sliding his finger inside of my pussy until it meets my G-spot again, "to have my cock inside of you." His member throbs against the palm of my hand as he speaks, and I grit my teeth so hard that I’m actually surprised they haven’t shattered.

"Then… what are you… waiting for…?" I manage to say between hard breaths, my hips moving unconsciously as he slides his finger in and out of me. Without a reply, he just takes his finger out of my pussy and grabs at my dress with one hand while, with the other, he pushes me back. I lie down and lift my ass by instinct, and he just pulls the dress down my legs.

Now, both of us completely naked, my heart unleashes fire through my veins. I’m so wet right now that I feel my fluids dripping down my inner thighs and pooling on the expensive leather seat underneath me.

Lucas climbs on top of me and I spread my legs wide, anxiety making my lungs work overtime. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he starts rubbing its fat head up and down the length of my wetness, teasing me mercilessly. Whenever I think that he’s finally going to thrust, he just pulls back and restarts that up and down movement, my hard breathing turning into a fast sequence of anxious moans.

"Do it, do it," I pant, burying my fingernails into his back so hard that I might draw blood.

"Beg," he simply whispers, holding his position, the tip of his cock between my pussy lips but going no further. Opening my eyes, I give him one hard stare and let a vicious grin take over my lips.

"I never beg," I tell him, my hands going down from his shoulder blades to his ass. My fingertips hike over the curve of his firm ass cheeks and then I pull him into me as hard as I can; surprised, he can’t fight back and so he simply thrusts.

I let out a wild moan as I feel his thickness sliding all the way inside my pussy, his long inches destroying every single nerve ending on the way. His cock is so long and thick that I feel my inner walls stretching to their limit to accommodate him, a sensation I've never experienced before flooding me and driving me to the edge of madness.

"Fuck, you’re tight," he breathes out against my ear; I open my mouth to respond, but my brain is so busy with processing the monstrous member inside my pussy right now that it simply can’t spare any processing power to formulate a sentence. As such, I simply moan once more, pleasure turning into sound as it rolls over my tongue.

I gasp as he slides his cock out of me, and that only so that he can thrust again. Pistoning into me steadily, he starts by building a rhythm. First, softly, and then moving so furiously that I feel as if my brain is on fire. Each time he thrusts it's as if molten lava is being poured into my pussy… but the kind of molten lava that unleashes ecstasy all over my body.

It doesn’t take long; a few hard thrusts and that’s all it takes for my pussy to tighten up around his cock like a vice, his shaft buried deep inside me as a tidal wave of ecstasy sweeps over me. I let it drag me down to the depths of pleasure, arching my back and screaming so loud that my lungs feel like two balloons about to pop.

"More… More… Please…!" I moan as he slides his cock out of my pussy, flames of lust dancing in his eyes.

"Now look who’s begging," he whispers, and I look at him completely shocked. He’s right; I’m begging for his cock and, you can trust me, that’s a first. I’ve never uttered the word please during sex.

"I didn’t… I didn’t… Oh, just fuck me already," I tell him, giving up entirely on any kind of pretense.

"I can do that." Grabbing me by the hips, he forces me to roll to the side so that I’m laying flat on my stomach. Then he lies on top of me and, with one hand, he pushes his cock down my ass so that it fits right between my legs, his shaft pressed against my wet pussy lips. Angling himself, he pushes the tip of his cock between my drenched folds and then thrusts, his fingers buried in my ass cheeks.

Pistoning hard, this time he doesn’t bother with building a rhythm. He just goes at a frantic pace right from the start, the coming and going motion of his cock obliterating every single rational thought that still floats inside my mind.

"H-Harder," I beg of him, and he responds by obliging, fucking me so hard that I almost pass out. My fingers turn into claws and I dig them into the expensive leather of the seats, pressing my forehead against it and moaning between gritted teeth. Jutting my ass back against Lucas, I try and match the fury of his thrusts, and that just makes me moan even louder than before.

Pleasure makes my muscles tense up and, before I know it, even my throat is choking out my moans. I just exhale sharply, bracing myself for impact, and it happens before I even know where it came from. The orgasm just explodes inside of me, a ball of fire sending tendrils of flames all over my body.

I scream so loud that the windows in the limo might shatter, but Lucas just keeps on thrusting furiously, his cock ravaging my pussy in a way that I didn’t think to be possible. Slowing down for a few seconds, he slides one forearm under my waist and, leaning back, he pulls me into him and makes me go on all fours.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I start thrusting back against him, grinning as the sound of my ass cheeks slapping his thighs fill the whole limo. I keep going like that until I feel beads of sweat pooling on my forehead and, perhaps feeling the exhaustion taking over my body, Lucas grabs me by the hips and forces me to stop. Then, without a moment’s rest, he thrusts with as much strength as he has, slamming his body against mine almost too viciously.

His cock buries itself so deep inside my pussy that I find the strength to scream again. Thrusting fast and hard, he allows one hand to go around my waist and, finding my clit, he presses down on it with his fingers. Stroking it as he fucks me, he drives me all the way up pleasure’s lane, ecstasy crackling under my skin and scorching my brain.

Taking a deep breath, I start moving again, swaying my body back and forth as Lucas pistons into me. His thighs slap my ass over and over again, the sound of flesh-on-flesh like the sweetest melody I've ever heard in my entire life. I let a smile take over my lips as I surrender to the moment, every nerve ending on my body completely overtaken by the sweetest pleasure ever. His cock is so thick that it pushes back my inner walls, a burning sensation taking over my pussy each time Lucas thrusts and slams his cock all the way into me.

"As … as hard as you can," I tell him between moans, pushing the words out of my mouth one at a time. I try to order him to do it, but my tone of voice makes it seem like I’m begging him. There’s something about him that just grabs everything that I am and turns it upside down, coating all my dominance with deep layers of a submissive craving for his cock.

"You asked for it, just remember that," he groans, and then starts fucking me so fast that I can’t even tell anymore when his cock is sliding in or sliding out. All I know is that ecstasy rages through my veins, burning them and consuming all of me. Even my soul feels like it’s on fire.

His thrusts are so vicious that I end up falling forward, my arms sprawled in front of me as I press my face against the leather seat. He’s still grabbing me by the waist though, keeping my ass up as he demolishes my pussy.

Unable to move or even make a sound, I just surrender to his thrusts and let that electric storm take over every single inch of my body. My muscles feel as heavy as concrete, my heart feels as small as a dime, and even my lungs are kicking and punching against my ribcage as if they want to escape my body. Even my brain has turned into something wild and ferocious, completely out of control as it devours the onslaught of sensations that flood it.

"Fuck," I hiss, closing my eyes as I feel my insides clenching. My inner walls clamp around Lucas’ cock and, knowing that I’m dangling over the edge, he presses with his fingers hard on my clit and thrusts so hard that he almost rips me apart. "OH FUCK!" I scream out, an ocean of flames burning behind my shut eyelids.

Every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching and spasming, the stabs of pleasure coming so fast that I can’t even comprehend what the hell is happening with me. I simply collapse on the seat as Lucas takes his hands off of my body, his cock sliding out of my pussy with a wet sound. Breathing hard, my body limp, and at the same time twitching all over, I drift in and out of consciousness.

"Tired already? Don’t you have what it takes?" Lucas' voice, feeding me back my own words, reaches the depths of my mind and drags me back to consciousness.

"Oh, there’s more," I tell him, but I’m surprising myself, really. More than just match my stamina, it seems that Lucas can go on forever. Well, I’m not about to disappoint him, am I? I’ve been looking for a man who could keep up with me, and now that I’ve found one, I sure as hell won’t put on a disappointing performance.

With a wicked grin on my lips, I sit up on the seat and turn to him. Resting my hands on his chest, I make him sit up as well, and then I climb on top of his body, straddling him. Exhaustion has already taken over my muscles, but I take a deep breath and prepare myself to just push through.

Grabbing his cock, I guide it home, brushing its tip along the length of my pussy. I lift my hips up slightly, and then I lower myself over his huge member, throwing my head back as I feel his thickness filling me up once more. The moment all of his twelve inches are inside of me, I throw my arms over his shoulders and start swaying my body in a flowing motion, his groans of pleasure blending in with the sound of my ragged breathing.

"I’m going to make you cum hard." I look into his eyes as I say it, the grin on his face telling me that this time he’s going all out.

"You will." He leans into me, kissing me softly, and then pulls back. "And I’m going to feed you every single drop of my cum," he adds, and I feel goose bumps all over my skin. I run my tongue between my lips, already imagining how his seed must taste, and my body starts moving faster and faster, almost as if every cell in my body can’t wait to make Lucas cum.

I ride him fast and hard, not a hint of mercy to the way my hips move. Yet, instead of making him come, all I manage to do is unleash the sweet burn of ecstasy upon myself. Leaning forward, I rest my forehead against his chest and give him my final thrusts, another wild orgasm scratching at my insides and making me slow down.

"Fuck," I groan and, gritting my teeth, force myself to keep on moving. My hips sway back and forth, building up the pace again as every muscle in my body continues to tremble and twitch. I’m not giving up until I feel his cock pulsing hard, his seed ready to gush into me. Forget all about exhaustion, forget all about how many orgasms I’ve already had today; I’m not stopping until I make him cum.

Lucky for me, it doesn’t take long. A few seconds and his cock starts spasming inside my pussy, sending ripples of utter delight all over my inner walls. I’m ready to keep on riding until he cums inside of me, but he has other plans; grabbing me by the waist, he pushes me to the side, making me sit next to him. Taking one hand to my hair, he grabs it and then pushes me down; I react by instinct and part my lips, allowing him to guide my mouth toward his cock.

I close my eyes as I feel my lips touching the salty tip of his cock, his raw scent inundating me at once, and I wrap my mouth tight around his shaft. The flavor of my own fluids climb all the way up to my brain and I roll my lips down his length; I start bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can then, his cock now throbbing harshly against my tongue. His fingers turn into claws, firmly tangled in my hair, and he thrusts upward; my eyes widen as I feel the tip of his cock against the back of my throat and then, a fraction of a second later, he starts gushing his warm seed into my mouth.

Slowly, I roll my lips back over his shaft, all while he keeps on cumming. It doesn’t take longer than two seconds for my mouth to be filled to the brim, thick beads of cum dripping down my lips and making their way down my chin.

I take my mouth off of his cock and, without even giving it a second thought, I swallow all the cum inside my mouth. He keeps on spraying his cum while I do it, and a gooey rope of cum hits me straight in the face. Reaching for his cock with one hand, I start stroking him as he unleashes his load over my face, most of it falling into my now open mouth.

"That’s it… Take it all," he groans, his eyes focused on the mess his cock is causing on my skin. When his cock finally gives its dying spasms against my curled fingers, my whole face is covered in his seed, beads of it making their way down my chin and neck and going over the smooth curve of my breasts.

I’m about to swallow the cum inside my mouth when Lucas reaches for me, softly grabbing my chin; keeping my head in place, he leans into me and then just presses his lips on mine. I’m surprised at first, but then my eyelids droop and I surrender to his kiss. His tongue dances around my own over a blanket of cum, and my skin prickles as I realize what we’re doing. This is complete madness and, at the same time... it’s just so delicious.

Pulling back from our kiss, he flashes me one irresistible smile and goes straight for my tits, wrapping his lips around my right nipple. He twirls his tongue around it, licking it dry, and then allows his tongue to roam over my chest and neck, tracing the contour of my jaw until it finds my lips again. He scoops all the cum on his way while he does it, and I feel a shiver going up my spine as I see his lips glistening from his own seed.

Grinning wildly, this time I’m the one crushing my mouth against his, kissing him wildly. I lose all control, surrendering to our own filthiness and reveling in it. I press my chest against his, my slippery skin brushing against pectorals, and only then do I finally end our kiss. I roll to the side, sprawling myself on the seat, and look into Lucas’ eyes.

"Well, this was better than dinner," I tell him, still grinning and breathing hard. "If you can do business as well as you can fuck, I see a bright future ahead for the two of us."

"You’re finally seeing the light," he replies. What he doesn’t know is that this moment with him has made me curious about something… Or, should I say, someone?

Now that I’ve tried Lucas Blake, I’m dying to compare him to Ares Strong.

What? Just keeping my options open, ‘hun.