Page 112 of Submission

My skin is hot.

So, I pull everything off.

And now I’m riding around inside a limo with nothing on but my new diamond bracelet and an engagement ring.

I feel like one of those Real Housewives; I laugh to myself.

Decadent.

Powerful.

Radiant.

Hunter is staring at me like I’m the last woman on planet Earth and as if he’s the luckiest man alive. It’s the headiest feeling to have a man want me like this. I could get drunk off the way this man makes me feel.

I train my eyes on him as I undo his leather belt, pulling it clean out of the belt loops and tossing it and its heavy metal buckle to the floor of the limo with a thump.

When I unzip him, his dick almost has a life of its own, springing from behind the zipper of his pants.

Hard and angry.

Weeping at the tip with want.

I lick the corner of my mouth as I stare at his beautiful penis, remembering how delicious it tasted the last time.

“Your greedy cunt can wait a little longer,” Hunter says in a thick voice. “Take me in your mouth first.”

But first, I grab the base of his dick with my hand and start jerking him off.

“Megan…shit,” he moans.

I smile when his eyes bore into mine with an expression that can only be described as one full of desire. He’s barely holding on. He’s so used to being in control of every situation that he doesn’t understand how to surrender.

“Megan,” he mutters my name prayerfully. “Your mouth…please.”

That’s better.

I get on my knees in the limo in between his muscular legs and take him in my mouth. After a few moments, the telltale sign that he’s close to release is when he slides his hands into my scalp to grip my hair at the roots and fuck my mouth.

When I feel him growing closer to coming, I pop his dick out of my mouth and pump it with my hand for a few final strokes.

He comes hard.

“Yessss!” He hisses.

And I watch with delightful satisfaction as his release drips down onto my fingers.

I did this.

Hunter’s breathing is still labored as he tugs at the base of his dick a few times to get hard again. He pats his thigh and orders me to, “Come ride me, Megan.”

I climb up on top of my beautiful man and then lower myself slowly down his hard length, staring him in the eyes the entire way down.

“That’s it, baby. Now cup your tits in your hands.”

I do as I’m told while he grips my hips, keeping me balanced as I wind my hips in delicate circles, relishing the pleasure.

“Why do you always feel so fucking amazing, Megan?”

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