Page 70 of Single Mom for the Bikers

The first orgasm crashes over me, a tidal wave of pleasure, flooding every inch of me. It tugs on every nerve ending, making me quiver so hard it almost hurts, right until my whole body seizes up and I scream.

He refuses to stop, even as I shake around him, as I let go of the sheets so I can grab him by the hair, to hold on like I'm about to fall off the bed and float away. “Too much, oh my God. Too much.”

He finally backs up, his lips glistening with my juices. His smirk makes him look very, very pleased with himself. “You okay?”

I flop back as much as I can with him still holding my legs open. My heart's thundering a thousand beats per minute. “You're going to kill me.”

“Just returning the fucking favor,” he purrs, like a big hunting cat who stole some cream. As he says it, he moves up so that it's his blood-filled, steel hard cock pointing between my legs instead of his face. “Are you ready for more? I want to play.”

The gleam in his eyes is intriguing.

“Then let’s play. Show me what you're really like. Who you really are.” I feel a little silly, but I mean it. “What do you want to do to me?”

For a moment, he thinks, and then his smile widens. “Okay. Let's try something. Close your eyes.”

“Okay.” I do, even though the urge to peek is almost irresistible. There's the scraping sound of a drawer being pulled open, some rummaging, and then it's shut again. I have no idea what he's up to.

“Easy, now.” Soft fabric brushes my face, covering my eyes. With one hand, he lifts my head so he can slip something behind it—a strap or something. “You okay with that? Not gonna freak out or anything? All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I fucking stop, got it?”

I nod. “I'm okay.” And curious. So incredibly curious as to what he's going to do next. I try opening my eyes, but the blindfold is complete. Everything is pitch black. I wet my lips nervously, suddenly incredibly vulnerable. And turned on. “I'm okay.”

The wet heat of a mouth surrounding my nipple has me gasping in surprise. He swirls his tongue, teasing me with it, and with my sight removed, all my other senses are on high alert. I can literally feel my goosebumps rising at his soft touch, right up until he suddenly bites down, sending a tiny shock of pain through me. And then he's kissing and licking again, soothing the hurt. Taking me on a rollercoaster of sensations.

I don't tell him to stop.

He's gone a moment, something opens and closes, something rattles. His footsteps bring him back, and his masculine scent tells me he's arrived. Something drips on my right breast, so sudden it makes me yelp in surprise. “Cold!”

He chuckles playfully as the little icy drops move around, down my breast onto my belly, a couple into my belly button,then continuing right past my core and onto my left thigh. It tingles, so cold it almost burns. My breathing speeds like I just jumped into an icy lake, and not just been sprinkled with a few strategically placed drops. He drips a couple right on my left nipple, the icy touch making it crinkle up so hard I can feel the tightness, only to be replaced with the warmth of his mouth. The contrast has me gripping the bed as I hiss.

He kisses his way down, chasing the cool water that's sliding down my side, leaving chilly trails behind, scooping them up with his tongue whenever he finds them. I guess I did tell him to show me something new.

He starts moving around. Belly, neck, forehead, lower lip, nipple, inside of my thigh—all over. Sometimes it's just the soft pressure of his lips or a playful swipe of his tongue, sometimes he captures me with his teeth and leaves a little bite or a tug. When he was eating me out, it was the consistent pressure and repetition that built me up until I finally exploded. This time, it's the unpredictability that drives me crazy, not knowing what's coming next, whether it'll be delightful pleasure or a sharp sting. It drives me wild.

And then there's a pause. What's he doing?

“You're being such a good girl for me.” He traces something along the outside of my thigh. A finger? His palm? His cock? I just know that it's soft and warm and that he's touching me. “So fucking beautiful.”

I'm putty for him. I've never felt anything this intense. It's both freeing and frustrating that without being able to see anything, I can't do much more than just lie here and receive whatever he chooses to give me. And I'm so eagerly waiting for what's coming next.

“Tell me if this gets too tight. This is for you at least as much as it is for me. Okay?”

I have no idea what he's planning, but I nod anyway. I trust him. “Okay.”

“Say 'Yes, Daddy.' “ he whispers in my ear. There's amusement in his voice, but authority too. I should've realized Phoenix would be the kinky one.

“Yes, Daddy,” I voice breathlessly.

“Good girl.” And then something closes around my nipple. Cool, like metal, and as I sense him doing something, it tightens.

I'm not so innocent that I don't realize what it is, but no one's ever actually put nipple clamps on me before. Do I like it? As it squeezes harder and harder, tingles of pain mix with a different sort of burn, creating a strange sensation that has me totally on edge. “O—okay,” I say, when the pinch gets a bit much.

He releases it just a little before he leaves it. “Good girl. Keep telling me if something's too much, or needs to change. I'm never so gone that I'm not listening to you, but you should see how fucking hard you got me. The tip of my cock is literally weeping because I wanna get in you so bad. How fucking sexy you look, all helpless under me, with every little bit of you open to me.” Something hard and fleshy presses against my clit, making me shiver, and this time I'm sure it's his cock. God.

“Please,” I moan.

“Please what?”

God. “Please, Daddy.”

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