Page 32 of Motorycle Daddies

“Please, taste me. Pleasure my cunt with your mouth.”

I suck in a breath. “That filthy mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble,” I warn her, feeling my own gaze darkening.

I turn to Dart and motion for him to move his ass. He’s forced onto the floor, since Trap seems unwilling to move from the couch. But I don’t give a fuck. I want Meredith to be comfortable.

“Now, get comfortable in the chair and spread those legs for me. I need to see your pretty pink pussy,” I coo.

She does as I say, putting herself on display for me. I get down in front of her, the scent overwhelming and intoxicating. I lean forward and slick my tongue gently from one end to the other before flicking my tongue along her swollen clit.

She takes a breath and holds it for a moment. “Relax into it,” I whisper to her before I flick her clit until she’s moaning for release. A release I’m not going to give until I’ve had the satisfaction of tasting her every inch.

I slide my tongue back down her lips, her tight hole waiting for me. She’s already dripping wet from all the teasing I’ve been doing, so I get a burst of flavor as I enter her with my tongue, only sliding in a little bit so she can get used to the sensation.

No one has ever been here. This is unexplored territory, and I lap at her vigorously as I take in what no one else has. She pushes her hips toward me, her breaths coming in jags. One day I’ll force her to keep her eyes open so I can meet her eyes as she comes, but I let it slide as her legs begin to quiver.

Something primal rips through her throat—a garbled version of my name before she spills and pulses around me. I savor every moment and drink until there’s no more left other than the wetness of my little devil who wants so much more from me tonight.

I stand up and look down at her as she comes down from her orgasm. “Stand up.”

She stands on shaky legs, and I smile at her, ready to give her more praise. But I hold back. Mostly because it’s taking everything in me not to just fuck her hard and fast, the way I would have done with other women in the past.

But this is my girl now. I want to make it last. Make it special.

But damn does my dick not want to cooperate with that plan.

“I want you to take my clothes off now, darlin’,” I tell her. Her hands shaking like an addict, she steps up to me and tugs my shirt off, throwing it down. Then, she goes for my belt, watching me for a reaction as she undoes it and then my pants. It takes effort to get them off with my shaft straining against the material.

Finally, everything falls to the ground, unfurling my hardness for her to see. She slowly looks down, eyes widening at what’s standing at attention and so ready for her. But I have to tame it, because I don’t want to hurt her. I want her to feel pleasure she’s never known.

I don’t let her gaze for long, only smirk and give her the signal to turn around.

“Now, be my good girl and bend over as far as you can. Get your ass up in the air, and grab your ankles.”

The view from the back like this is just as tantalizing as the front, and I can see her dripping down her thighs from what we just did.

Precum builds at the head of my cock, and I stroke it a little for good measure. I’m not going to enter her yet. I’d likely break her, and not in the way I want. But damn does she make it hard. Pun definitely intended.

I know she’s slick, but I want to be sure she feels nothing but pleasure, so I stick two of my fingers in my mouth and suck on them before sliding them toward her entrance.

Meredith gasps, her body squirming. “Be still, darlin’. I’m trying to make this feel good.” She takes a deep breath and steadies her body. I help to stabilize her, one hand on her hip. Her ass looks entirely smackable like this, but I’ll save that kind of abuse for next time. Something to look forward to in this tangled web of sex and secrets we’re creating here today.

I give her pretty cunt a couple taps before I use my fingers to spread her, the positioning helping tremendously as I work my way in. Once half the length of my fingers are buried in her hot, slick flesh, I slowly pump them out and in again, creating the friction she needs to feel the pleasure.

“Grizzly,” she sighs. I moan too, never hearing a sound so sweet before. That mouth of hers will be filled with my seed someday, maybe even her belly if I can get the secret out without blowing up my life. She’s too perfect not to try.

I slip my fingers deeper this time, searching for that special spot. I practically cheer when I feel that small patch on her left side. She pushes her hips back as I hit it, stroking it a few times before pumping into her again for good measure.

Her tightness makes the movement difficult, but I’m determined, biting down on my lip and working with her body as she pushes her hips back more, trying to fuck my fingers. “That’s it, darlin’,” I tell her. “That’s how you’ll come for me again.”

Something about my words must ignite something in her as she pumps her hips harder with a loud moan, her sweetness spilling onto my hand and making its way to my wrist as if she’s creamed herself again already. But there’s no pulsing. Not yet.

“My girl is so wet for me,” I growl out at her.

“Mmm, yes.”

“Oh, my baby girl likes dirty talk too. My good girl is such a slut for my fingers, aren’t you?” I ask, pumping harder, matching the rhythm she’s setting.

A louder moan rips through her throat, and a “yes” is barely discernable through it. Then a “fuck yes.”

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