Page 54 of Jingle Belle's Biker

“Please, please, it’s too much . . .”

My words start to peter out as something strange happens. He adds a finger to my asshole and massages, working just the tip in, and it’s another explosion. One that takes my attention from what he’s doing to my pussy and my clit, and it changes. There’s a pressure in me, and from deep inside, the same pulsations start. Deeper. Stronger.

It’s not just in my pussy, my clit, my ass.

It’s everywhere.

The world implodes, and I start to come, hard. It’s mind bending, life changing. It’s a religious moment. The face of a god I need.

I cry out again as I clench so hard on him it’s a wonder I don’t break his fingers.

I’m lost. Found. Everything in between.

The orgasm plateaus and then explodes again and the world wavers.

There’s only him and me and this.

Slowly, I come down, but still rocking.

I think . . . this is what the fuss is about.

This.

Chapter Twelve

Saint

Oh, holy fucking night. I don’t think I’ve ever in my life had something as sweet as Belle. I don’t mean sugary shit, I mean perfection.

I want her again.

Fuck.

I want to spend hours a day eating her out.

Discovering all the ways to get her off. Not just the exploration of uncharted territory like that was, but finding the short cut, the scenic route. The ways in which I can torture the living fuck out of her by keeping her on that edge until I shove her into orgasm.

I already know where my nights here are going to be spent. Between her thighs, talking with her, making jokes, laughing, taking her on my bike and letting her really experience the open road.

But first . . .

I’m so fucking hard, it’s painful, and her plump pussy is now red and glistening. The pulsations of her second orgasm are still visible between her open thighs as she lies there, moaning,gasping for breath, it entices. I need to bury my cock to my hard, tight balls. I need to do that now.

I strip off fast and spread her wider, hand around my dick as I gaze at her. I rub over the fat head, pulling myself and then I place her legs on my shoulders and rub myself along that wet slit.

Fuck. I could almost come just from this.

But I’m not wasting this. I slowly push into her, splitting her pussy lips, stretching them wide.

Belle gasps. “Oh, my God . . . you’re . . . oh . . .”

I take it slow, letting her get used to me, perversely enjoying the torture of it all, because I don’t want to go slow. I want to pound hard and deep into her. I want to ruin her sweet little pussy. I want to fuck her so she’s mine.

Mine.

I stop, shuddering, my cock all the way in her. Belle looks at me and I kiss her, a deep fuck of a kiss as I let her get used to my size. I rock gently, trying not to fucking give in to the urge to claim her in all the ways, to immerse without thought into the soft lushness that’s surrounding my cock.

Her heat. The ripple of contractions that make the tight fit tighter. Her little gasps and moans.

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