Page 56 of Jingle Belle's Biker

“I . . . oh God . . . I don’t think this has happened to me before. Do you do this to all the women?”

“No. I think it’s you.”

Grabbing her hand, I wrap it around my cock, and she starts to pull.

“Oh, fuck, yes, Red. Fuck.”

She starts to rise, but I push her back down.

“Saint, I want?—”

“This is about you. And that’s selfish,” I say, pulling out of her to tug her legs to the edge of the bed, keeping her thighs spread, the view divine. “Because I’m going to get everything I want and more. You. I’m getting you and this gorgeous pussy.”

I run my fingers over the petal softness of her cunt, and she shudders.

Slowly, looking down at her, I position myself between those thighs. I take my cock from her hand and line it up, pushing into her. Plump lips split, stretch, and take the head of my cock, my shaft.

When I’m buried, I start to withdraw and push back in.

I like the build up to hammering into her, and when she starts to moan and thrash, I do just that. Hammer deep, pushing in, and though she’s tight as fuck, she’s easy to slide into because of how wet she is.

Her cunt around me is like nothing on this planet. Like nothing I’ve experienced. That thought comes at me over and over each time I re-enter her.

I push a hand down on her throat, holding her in place and her hip with the other so she’s exactly where I need her.

“You’re so big, Saint. So deep. I can feel you everywhere.” Belle’s hair’s a mess and her lips so red and swollen I go down and kiss her hard. Then I throw everything I am into bringing her off.

I find a tempo that seems to make her want to thrash and grind, and I stick with that, pulling out halfway to sink back in, hard. Again and again, her ripples start. Her thighs shake, and she moans.

When that orgasm passes, I grit my teeth, my balls so tight and high I’m in danger of coming, but I want her to really come, full fucking body, so I push through her mini comes, and then she starts to moan. There are words caught in the slur of her moaning, but they’re nonsensical, and I keep the pace, ignoring her attempts at trying to get more. Her thighs are tense, and she wants to grind, but I don’t let her.

Another time she can do what the fuck she wants.

This time?

I’m in control.

I’m going to ruin her.

She starts to vibrate, moaning louder, and her cunt pulsates everywhere. Then she spasms. Those contractions are like clamps slamming on me. I don’t know if I can make it.

The high-pitched noise she makes is perfection, and I move my hand on her hip to stroke her clit.

It’s beyond electric. Freed, her hips rise, and she squirts, the liquid giving me even more lubrication to go so deep I can’t control myself. The buzz of fire from my balls shoots up my cock in a wild ride of ecstasy that I come hard in her. My jizz pulsates with my cock as I double over, letting go of her throat and slamming into her so fucking deep that I almost pass out.

When it’s over, she’s boneless, and I’m not far from that state. I’m still in Belle, and I’m on her, our mouths so close thatI have to kiss her. She winds around me and kisses me back, clinging and rocking on me.

“Saint . . . should . . . should I go?”

There’s a growl, and I laugh and roll us, taking the covers with me so she’s on top, thighs spread either side of my hips.

“That’s rude,” I say to her, smoothing her sweat-damp hair. “A lady stays the fucking night.”

Nomad chirps a meow.

“And you,” I say to him, “need to stop being a pervy, voyeuristic cat and get the fuck out.”

In response, he meows loudly and jumps up on the bed, staring at us both.

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