Page 35 of Taken By Her Two Savage Bikers
“Sure.”
She followed me to the door, and after punching in another code at the greenhouse door, I opened it up and allowed her to enter before me, closing the door securely behind us.
“These I do know.” Veering off to our left, I approached a row of plants, these were only a couple feet tall thus far and hadn’t started to bloom yet.
“What are they?”
“These ones are called love potion.”
She grinned up at me. “Love potion. Like a natural Viagra?”
“Kinda, but it works for both sexes. It makes sex more… Intense.” Just the thought of sex made my dick jerk alive.
“Really?” she cocked her head as she fingered the cannabis leaf.
“Indeed.”
“Have you used it before?” She still wasn’t looking at me but seemed very interested in learning.
“I have. Couple times. But like I say, it’s not my thing.” Not being able to resist myself, I stepped up behind her. Grabbed her hips and pulled her back against my front, my rapidly expanding erection pressing against her round ass. “Besides, with a woman like you, there’s no need for amplifiers.”
She sighed, closing her eyes and pressing back against me. Brushing her hair over to the other side of her neck, I lowered my lips, planting butterfly kisses along her bare shoulder. “I’m glad to hear it,” she sighed. Spinning around in my arms, she slipped her hands up my chest to lace her fingers behind my neck. Pressing herself against me, her breasts crushing up against my chest, she ghosted her lips across mine. “Do you think you have another round in you?”
She pulled her lower lip in between her teeth and waited for my reply.
“I’d be more concerned about you, love.” Sliding a hand to the back of her head, I gently massaged the back of her skull. “Don’t want to wear you out so quickly.”
Closing her eyes, she moaned softly, a look of sheer bliss on her features. “I think I can handle it.”
Bending, I nipped at her lower lip that she’d just bitten moments prior.
She moaned, pressing herself tighter against me. The smell of the shampoo that we’d brought from her apartment for her drifted to my nose, a sweet strawberry scent. Swiping her tongue along my lower lip, she deepened the kiss, her mint-tasting tongue meeting mine and sending a spike of arousal through me. The kiss ended as quickly as it began, leaving me longing for another taste of her sweet lips. Before I could consider what to do next, she dropped to her knees before me on the gray tiled floor.
“I owe you.” She swiftly made short work of my belt and button. Before I knew what was happening my jeans and boxer briefs were puddled at my ankles and my cock was in hand.
“You don’t – Uhh.” I couldn’t even gather the words to tell her that she didn’t owe me shit as she began to stroke my shaft. Her hands were so soft and delicate they felt like satin embracing my dick. But if she wanted to return the favor then who was I to stop her…
Looking down I watched as she ran her tongue along the underside of my dick from the balls to the tip. Upon reaching the tip, she swirled the mushroom head with the tip of her tongue, flicking the tip each time a dollop of pre-cum pebbled.
The sight of her on her knees before me, servicing my cock, was something I’d been fantasizing about since the day I’d stolen her towel from her. Up and down, her tongue slid along the shaft, driving me halfway to insanity.
“Please baby,” I groaned, sliding my hand to the back of her head.
Licking her lips, she looked up at me with those eyes that nearly made me drop to my knees. “Please what?” There was a cockiness in the little smile that was on her face. She knew what she was doing to me.
She didn’t wait for my reply. Instead she moved her tongue back up the length of my dick and then slipped the head into her mouth.
Oh fuck me! Closing my eyes, my head fell back as she began to work my dick, her head bobbing up and down as she moved up and down the length of my shaft, giving it just enough pressure to drive me to insanity, but not quite enough to make me come.
She was a fucking master of tantalizing. As her mouth took as much of me as possible, her hand gripped the bottom of my shaft, working in unison with her mouth – up and down, up and down – while her other hand gripped and gently squeezed my balls.
Unable to control myself, I began to rock against her mouth, moving in time with her. As the intensity of the pleasure increased, and I came closer and closer to my breaking point, the control shifted from the vixen before me sucking me off to me fucking her mouth.
Gripping the back of her head a little tighter, I fucked her mouth faster and faster. My balls became hard, preparing for release. “Stop or I’m going to come,” I rasped.
Either she didn’t hear me or was ignoring me, I’d guess the latter since she seemed to double her efforts as if trying to make me come.
“Lola?” I’d barely had a chance to utter her name in a last-ditch effort to stop her when the buildup within became overwhelming. My hand tightened around the lock of hair I was holding as I slammed into her mouth a final time and with a loud groan of relief my dick throbbed and released.
Releasing her hair, I expected her to jerk back and let me spill onto the floor, but she didn’t. She swallowed my seed as if it were the finest of wines. I looked down at her, mystified by the woman at my feet.
One final aftershock rocked me as she sucked my dick once more, cleaning off any droplets, giving her one last small squirt of my seed. Once she was done, my knees immediately felt weak and I was feeling light-headed. But I shook off both of those feelings as I took her hands and brought her to her feet.
When she looked up at me, there was a self-satisfied look on her face as she swiped at her lower lip with her thumb, cleaning off any leftover semen.
“Fuck, baby. You’ve got me wrapped.”
Smiling, she pressed herself up against me. Sliding her hand behind my neck she urged my lips down to hers. “Good,” was all she said before I captured her lips with mine.
Ten minutes and I’d make her feel as good as she’d just made me feel. Okay, maybe fifteen…
