Page 37 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

He grins. “What? You’re not going to my mind. I already like the way your nipples taste…”

My heart leaps into my throat. It feels big and painful. Breathing is too hard. I “let” Ruger get his finger inside me, but his tongue will be different. His lips rub against my neck, completely unaware of their effect on me. They’re so warm. So fucking soft.

I whimper and hate myself for it, because it encourages Ruger to go back to kissing my breasts and running his tongue all the way over my bare stomach. He pushes his tongue rudely into my navel and then stops at the top of my pants and underwear. I try to suck in my stomach like that will help me disappear, but it doesn’t work.

How could I expect it to work? He is so much bigger and stronger than I am. Ruger’s soft lips don’t fool me. I shiver as he moves the waistband of my pants and then slides my underwear over the side of my hips.

“You’re moving.”

I ignore his observation and keep moving, because I want his hands away from me. They feel too… weird. I crave the warmth from him, I just wish that warmth belonged to someone else. Ruger isn’t my type. In my old life, Iwasa teacher. Even the man who tricked me out to Las Vegas pretended to be an intellectual HBCU graduate…

Ruger is the furthest thing from an intellectual. Every instinct that guides him is pure animal instinct. He makes a low growl in his throat and keeps moving my pants and underwear off. Heat tightens and expands in my chest. I try to say his name,but all I can do is gasp for air. I don’t think he notices, but I feel Ruger’s hand flatten against my stomach.

“Calm down,” he whispers. “I’ll make your sexy ass feel good.”

His hand comforts me.It shouldn’t. I know it shouldn’t. My body can’t process the frustration and a tiny tear forms in the corner of my eye. Closing my eyes makes the hot tears worse. Ruger peels my pants and underwear off, down to my knees then over my legs. He pulls them off completely, keeping that firm hand on my stomach.

“Fuck me,” he whispers. “You don’t have any hair down there at all…”

Heat flushes all over me. Ruger stops me from moving by kissing the top of my mound. I do havesomehair down there, but I don’t argue with him either. I only danced in Las Vegas, but my “owner” took all my tips and enforced high standards of care. I tuned out during those waxes, using the pain between my legs to distract me from the pain going on outside.

Ruger moves his face away from my pussy, that deep fascination plastered all over his face.

“Goddamn,”he whispers. “It’s pretty enough to make me want a picture.”

“Don’t…” I gasp.

Ruger respondsby bending his head and sliding his tongue over my slit, tasting every inch of my outer lips.

Holy.Shit.

Chapter Seventeen

Ruger

Zayna's thighs stay spread open as my tongue parts her lower lips. If there's one thing I know about this -- and I know a lot -- it's that I am damn good at making a woman cum. Zayna will be easier than most, despite her initial resistance. She has the softest pussy lips that I have ever touched. The soft outer lips part slightly as my tongue slides between them and roams over the textured, risen nub of Zayna's clit.

Her nails dig into the rug beneath her back as I push my tongue forcefully against her clit, letting this sexy ass woman know I found her clit and I know exactly what to do with it. Zayna makes a soft, whimpering noise as my tongue moves in slow circles around her clit. I work out the shape of it. More oval than round and risen enough that the more I lick her softly, the more her engorged little clit keeps those dark brown lips spread open for me.

I wrap my lips around Zayna's clit after licking her to the point of moans she can't control. Holy fuck. That juicy ass clit fills my mouth like a cherry about to burst and when my lips apply some pressure to Zayna's sweet little clit, she explodes. Her hands rush to my head out of instinct and she gasps with pleasure as her first orgasm for the night ravages her body.

Her hips buck towards my mouth as she moans despite her hands desperately trying to push my head away. It's the perfect expression of the war within her. I don't mind. She doesn't have to know what she wants as long as I do. Zayna's loud moans buckle into whimpers and I stop sucking on her clit so I can lick up the juices that erupted from her wetness.

Fuck, she must have been full because a creamy mess surrounds her tight ass hole and the juices remain splattered all over her dark brown thighs. They are creamy in some parts and clear where the juices mix with her sweat and my spit. I kiss the first droplets I see on her thighs and then lick Zayna clean as she moans until my tongue reaches all the way back to her soft, soaking wet lips.

As long as she can breathe, she's ready for round two. Zayna got some pleasure, now it's time for me to get mine. I move my face away from her wetness so I can see it up close. She has the plumpest set of outer lips and that sweet ass clit sticks out between them, making her look even yummier. Those pussy lips lead into a sexy thigh crease and kind of muscular dark brown legs.

Dark brown... maybe not that dark. Not as dark as Tamiya, my cousin's wife, the only other black woman I have been kinda close to. Zayna's skin is the color of wet sand. And she has texture on her legs. A small mole near her thigh crease. No tattoos. I breathe a slow, warm breath against her pussy and watch her squirm. Juices leak around the inner folds, soaking up Zayna's flower even more.

My dick is going crazy with how badly I want her, but if I shove my dick in her now... I'll just have more problems. I bend my head again and softly nibble Zayna's outer lips. It's enough for her to whimper, but also makes Zayna feel something that causes her to bite down on her lips. She already came once. No point in hiding from me. I spread those lower lips again with mytongue and move from nibbling to enjoying her folds with my tongue again.

I just love the natural taste of a woman. My heart throbs with the strange realization that Zayna has the best pussy I’ve ever tasted. For sure, she has the cleanest one I have ever had. Biker chicks are 40% liquor and 40% nicotine. My ex-wife's pussy tasted like an empty box of cigarettes.

Zayna tastes like... a clean, soft woman. There is nothing other than her natural flavor. She cries out in pleasure again as I move from licking those addictive lips to sucking on her clit again. She doesn't stand a chance. I apply the same technique that worked before but surprise Zayna by sliding two fingers inside her soaking wetness as I suck on her clit.

She arches her back and cries out forcefully as the second orgasm smashes into her with a tidal wave of pleasure and surprise. Zayna gasps for breath like she can't get any air in and my sick ass mind tells me to just keep eating her. Lick her pussy until I knock the sense out of her.

And it works...

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