unzipped his pants and reached inside.
“Show me,” he whispered again. “How desperate are you Mandy?”
A question like that from any other man would have deserved a smack to the face, but something about Alexander had her roped in and in submission.
How desperate was she?
Between her legs, she melted and somewhere in her heart, she felt she could cry. She’d already been taken away by Alexander, touched by him, brought to an orgasm from the smallest touch, and now, as her hand moved into boxer briefs, her small fingers wrapped around the base of his erection, trying to see if her entire hand would fit around him.
It did, but barely.
She stroked Alexander, much like the way she fantasized about it, loving his shaft, his length, his girth, and the tip of his erection and its perfect definition. She could only imagine what he would do to her, inside of her.
Alexander’s words came back to her… in time… in time…
Her hand worked his penis, gripping him tight along his shaft and then loosening at the tip of his penis, allowing her soft skin to rub against his soft skin, knowing it had to be the most sensitive spot on his body.
She then pulled at his erection and pushed on his pants and boxer briefs with her other hand, finally exposing Alexander for her sweet eyes to see. What she saw was nothing like she could have ever pictured or fantasized. His member was immaculate, a sexual creation of perfection. He was hard and tall, much like himself, and her hand looked even smaller as it scaled and declined along him.
“That’s right,” Alexander whispered. “Your soft hand feels so good… oh, Mandy…”
Amanda moaned as she ached between her legs. Her breasts soon joined in and her body raged with passion. She needed to be touched again, by Alexander. A swell of fire from a sensual place she didn’t know existed began and Amanda looked deep into Alexander’s eyes.
She wanted to be fucked.
She wanted to be fucked, right there, in the limo, by Alexander fucking Porter.
Her eyes screamed it and her hand showed it. She increased her speed on his penis, gripping him the entire way, up and down. She wanted him to feel pleasure and she wanted him to feel desperate.
But a man like Alexander Porter never feels desperate. He was rich, a self-made billionaire, and he worked on his own time, schedule, and purpose.
Lucky for Amanda, that purpose was the same desire she had…
Alexander moved so fast, Amanda couldn’t breathe, but her eyes were clear, focused, and taking in everything as it happened.
He pulled her hand from his penis as his right arm slid behind her back and down. By the time she realized his hand was on her bare ass, he had already started to move her. As Amanda lifted up, Alexander reached across with his left and took hold of her leg. He lifted and pulled her not just towards him, but directly on top of him.
Another amazing feat to add to Alexander’s sexy resume – his strength.
As he moved Amanda, she instinctively grabbed for something, touching Alexander’s shoulders, feeling them tighten with his amazing strength.
He held Amanda in the air, cupping her firm ass, letting his erection teeter just an inch away from penetrating her sweet, wet spot.
Amanda looked down, admiring just how close they were to having sex. The white flaps of Alexander’s shirt rest perfectly apart, leaving his chiseled stomach exposed down to his pubes and finally, his thick and ready erection.
When she looked up to meet eyes with Alexander, he was already staring at her.
It seemed that was all he could do.
From the restaurant to the back of the limo…
“Oh Mandy,” Alexander said, “this is the best choice I’ve made in a long time.”
Amanda found her breath and her mind long enough to say, “This is the best choice I’ve ever made in my life.”
Alexander smiled and came forward, placing his lips to her neck. He kissed her a few times, sending her