Page 55 of Jingle Belle's Biker

Instead, I concentrate on the tension, the way her body reacts, both wanting me and the slight resistance at my girth. My reach.

She’s so unbelievably fucking divine I want to pull out and slam all the way back in. I want to bring her the pleasure dipped in darkness, the bite with the light, and just claim what’s mine.

But she came so fast when I licked her that I’m trying not to fucking think about the how and why.

I’m good. I pay attention. I love to feast on pussy. I love to fucking pound it. I love the stretch and divinity of an ass.

I’m not that good.

No one is.

She came like it was unexpected. She came in little ripples like the drought had been broken. And she’s coming now.

Tiny little beats that test the perimeters of my reason. Of my control.

I suck on a spot on her throat, pushing everything from me but the feel of her, the tale her body’s telling me.

Belle starts to soften, her sounds richer, more needing, and the slight resistance ebbs. She’s still tight, but I can move. She whispers, “Yes.”

Fuck, I love that word.

Her hips shift, move up, and I start to thrust in very slow, long strokes.

Belle moans and I pick up speed. I go harder. She’s a wet, soft furnace around me. The glide and push are almost too much, even as she opens like a flower to take me as deep as I get.

She arches into me, her cunt suddenly spasming on me as her thighs shake. Fuck. She’s coming, and she makes me a believer in something because I manage to hold on, to ride it through, that extra tightness, the ripples of her against my shaft, that’s something I know I’ll never tire of. I know it’s going to haunt my dreams.

I piston into her, harder, faster, pushing through her orgasm, taking her mouth and kissing her deep, swallowing down her cries of pleasure. I hold her hips, that soft warm flesh as I ride her.

She fucking comes again, and I pull out. This time there’s no god or entity that can grant me grace in not coming myself if I stay inside her.

Belle whimpers, her eyes unfocused a little, those gorgeous tits splotched with her blush, whisker burn, and arousal.

She’s wet too, and the fucking carpet is red like her head. She’s had the lips waxed, and she’s left a nice patch of neatlytrimmed hair. I go down and lick her, sucking up her juices, stroking my tongue over one plump lip and then the other.

Then, because I can, I plunge my tongue back into her, right into her hole I’ve opened. I thrust and I swear she contracts on my tongue, small ones, mini ripples that let me know she’s far from done. Let me know she doesn’t use toys. Let me know the fucker ex is shit in bed.

She’s responsive, yes, but this is a starved woman.

I’m bringing her the feast.

“Oh. Oh my God. Oh my God. Saint!”

Shit. Another small spasm. Like she’s on an orgasmic plane, one that’s not even the pinnacle. It’s like she’s learning what pleasure actually is. Real time.

I go up, suckle on her clit, and the tiny throbs are things that prick my skin, harden my cock, and turn my blood lava hot. Then I lick my way down to her asshole, rimming it, and her whole body goes wild as I push my tongue into her hole. Her shriek is my reward.

What I want is to flip her, take her hard, doggy style. Make her bounce on my cock in reverse cowgirl. Fuck, I want to invent some positions with her. Break out the fucking Kama Sutra.

But as I dive back into her cunt for another taste, I start to finger her and raise my head. The bliss on her face is something so vulnerable I don’t think I can turn her and take her like that.

I’m not given to second-guessing sex.

I don’t fuck about with sweet touches and gentleness, but Belle feels both fragile and formidable, and I want . . .

I keep fingering her, curling my fingers, using my thumb on her clit. I haven’t lost even a little of the steel of my hard-on. But the need to come, that insane moment from before, has backed off a little, and the urge to bury myself in her is there and overwhelming.

So, I look down at her, playing with her glorious nipples, the fat, pale areolae erotic beyond belief, her flesh so plump and soft I’m addicted to them. I say, “Belle, I’m going to fuck you hard. Fuck you through whatever orgasms you have and make you reach the big one.”

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