His Secret Desire by Alana Davis Page A

material. I could feel the stiff object in his pants, begging for me to give it my undivided attention. My palms slid over his cock as I unbuttoned the first button. I pushed down gently, applying a little pressure against his cock. I could hear his breathing increase slightly. The agony between my legs, crying out for this object to fill its every need, was almost overwhelming. But I was to focus on him now, and it turned me on even more as I concentrated on him. The second button popped open as I rested my face against the outline of his cock. I could feel its warmth through his fine cotton pants. I wanted to feel it sliding against my tongue, pushing against the back of my throat.
    His pants slid off with my gentle pulling and I folded them and placed them next to the shoes. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock lay against his perfect skin. I thought of how a thin layer of clothes had separated his dick from me the entire day, and I looked at it hungrily. Alexander’s hand slid under my chin and raised my eyes to him. He nodded and pushed my head down onto his cock. He held my head in hands and slowly raised his hips against me, sliding up into my throat with every thrust.
    Spit flowed over his hard dick. It seemed so big in my mouth, filling it entirely. My tongue worked madly over every succulent inch of his smooth cock. It glistened as he slid my head back, exposing the entire cock for me to see. He moved my lips against the shaft until they slid down to below, where my tongue worked greedily. He let out a slight moan. I worked my tongue against his smooth skin and caressed every inch, then sucked hard on his sensitive skin. My hand found its way to his wet shaft and worked up and down as my tongue licked madly. Then he raised my head and brought it down forcefully on his inflamed cock and I felt it pound against the back of my throat.
    I fought back the urge to choke as it slid down further than I had ever had a cock in my throat. It was as though he was inside me entirely, and I breathed in slowly. My tongue worked on the bottom of his shaft. My nose pressed against the skin and I breathed in the enticing smell of him. When I felt like I would pass out from the sheer ecstasy of the moment, the all-encompassing want of his passion, he pulled my head back and I gasped for air.
    Alexander stood up in the huge limousine and threw me against one of the seats. He tore off my lingerie thong like it had been nothing more than paper and spread my legs. For a maddening few seconds that seemed more like years, he did nothing but stare at my soaking wet pussy, exposed for him to drink up with his eyes. I ached with want. He looked up at me, and then without breaking eye contact, his tongue slid up between my lips. I quivered as the sensation rocked through my whole body. I almost came immediately. His hands wrapped around my ass and his tongue pushed past my lips and into my pussy, working in and out.
    I looked out the window with eyes that seemed to defy my want to use them. I struggled to keep them opened against a force that wanted to slam them shut with every motion of his tongue. His movements down between my legs were forceful, and I wondered to myself if this was too rough. Too aggressive. Yet it felt fucking good.
    A finger pushed into my asshole and slid deep. I almost cried out in defiance, but his lips wrapped around my clit and the sensation of him working my ass and my clit enveloped me in a breathless scream of pleasure. It was too much, and I came, breathing heavily and biting my lip so hard that I tasted a little blood. Stars exploded behind my eyes. Any thoughts of being in the back of a limousine or visible to the world in any way, which we weren’t behind those black windows, drifted away. My orgasm rocketed through my stomach and wrapped itself around my entire body.
    I moaned, unable to hold it back.
    Alexander’s free hand, the one not working my ass, grabbed my face and squeezed. He was in complete