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as if
he hadn’t just been ignoring me for the past hour.
    “Hi,” I said as I settled in.   The limo started moving, and I
frowned.   “Where are we going?”
    “Nowhere.”   He moved over, sitting next to me, then put his hand on my
leg.   He edged the bottom of my
skirt up until it was above my knee.   “You have to stop wearing these tight little skirts,” he said.   “The way your ass looks in them drives
me crazy.”
    I looked at him and blinked.   “You’re kidding me, right?”
    “No, I’m not kidding you, Charlotte.   Your ass is sexy as hell.”   He pulled me toward him, and his lips
were on my neck, tracing a line down my collarbone.   His hand slid up my skirt and cupped my ass.   He squeezed.   “Every part of you is gorgeous.”   His hand moved up my side and squeezed my breast.   “That asshole in there was staring at
your tits.   Outfits that show your
body like this should only be for me.”
    “I’m wearing a skirt and a V-neck sweater,”
I said, summoning my resolve and pushing him off me.   “That’s hardly a sexy outfit.   And you lost the right to tell me what to wear when you told
me to get out of your apartment this morning.”
    “I told you I had a meeting.”
    “Yeah, but you were mean about it.   And you barely even looked at me when
we were in the police station.”
    He seemed annoyed by this.   “I’m moody, Charlotte.   That’s something you’re going to have
to deal with.   And when we’re in a
professional situation, I can’t make it obvious that I was just fucking you an
hour earlier.”
    “No, but you could at least say hello.”
    “Hello,” he breathed, moving back over to
me.   His breath tickled my ear,
sending a wave of heat radiating between my legs.   He reached down and pulled my sweater off in one smooth motion.   “Jesus,” he said when he saw the
pink-and-black lace push-up bra I was wearing underneath.    He pulled the cups down and
lowered his head to my nipples, sucking on them right there in the back of the
limo.
    I tried to resist, but it was
impossible.   His mouth on me felt
so good, so right.   I couldn’t take
it.   I knew he was dangerous, but I
didn’t care.   The things he was
doing to me were too hard to fight against, too overwhelming.
      He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.   It was thick and perfect, rock hard and
standing at attention.   He grabbed
my hand and put it on his dick, and I stroked it while he sucked my tits.   Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me,
his tongue exploring mine.  
    After a moment, he grabbed me around the
waist and pushed me down onto the floor of the limo, my knees brushing against
the rough carpeted floor.   He took
my chin in his hand and tipped it up so I was looking at him, then rubbed the
head of his cock over my lips.
    “Open your mouth,” he commanded.
    I did as I was told, and he slid the head
of his cock past my lips.  
    “Good girl,” he said as I started
sucking.   He put his hand on the
back of my head, guiding me down as I blew him.
    I loved the way he felt in my mouth, and
I slipped my hand around his shaft, stroking him as I sucked.
    “God, Charlotte,” he groaned.   “Good girl.   Suck it harder, baby.”   The way he was talking was turning me on.   I could feel my panties were already soaked.   “Look at me,” he demanded, and I gazed
up at him, our eyes locking on each other while I moved up and down on his
cock.
    Finally, he pulled me back up onto the
seat.   “Get on your hands and
knees,” he growled.
    I did as I was told, sticking my ass up
in the air, not even caring that we were in the back of a limo, that he was
taking me right here.
    He ripped my panties off and tossed them
onto the floor, then took his dick in his hand and rubbed it over my slit. “Jesus,
Charlotte, that little pussy is just begging to be fucked.”   And then he slid right inside of me.
    I cried out in pleasure, already ready to
come from that