Page 117 of Single Mom's Bikers

The silk parts under my fingers to reveal black lace that barely contains her fuller breasts. When I cup one through the delicate fabric, she gasps.

“Sensitive?” I tease the hardened nipple.

“God, yes.” She arches into my touch.

Her skin tastes like salt and desire when I kiss her neck. My hands slide lower, finding the zipper of her skirt. It pools at her feet, leaving her in matching lace that makes my mouth water.

“Beautiful.” I can’t help palming her ass, pulling her against my hardness.

She moans, grinding against me. “Too many clothes.”

Her fingers work my shirt open while I kick off my boots. When she drops to her knees, reaching for my belt, I almost lose it right there.

“Fuck, baby.” The sight of her looking up at me, lips parted and eager, nearly undoes me.

She takes me deep, her mouth hot and perfect. My hands fist in her hair as she works me with lips and tongue until I’m shaking.

“Stop.” I pull her up before it’s too late. “Want to be inside you.”

I lay her back on our bed, finally getting rid of that tempting lace. Her thighs part eagerly for my tongue. She’s already soaked, her clit swollen and begging for attention.

Her cry fills the room as I suck her clit while sliding two fingers deep. She even seems tighter now than ever, her inner walls gripping my fingers.

“That’s it.” I work her higher, drinking in every drop of her arousal. “Come for me.”

She shatters with my name on her lips, her thighs trembling against my shoulders. Before she can recover, I’m sliding into her welcoming heat.

“Okay?” I check, remembering the babies.

“Yes.” She wraps her legs high around my waist, already eager again despite coming on my tongue minutes ago. “Please, Chase. Fuck me.”

My cock throbs at how ready she is, still soaked from my mouth. When I push inside, we both groan at how perfectly she takes me. She’s tighter after her first orgasm, her walls gripping me like she never wants to let go.

“Fuck, baby.” I have to pause, buried deep. “So tight. So wet for me.”

Her nails rake down my back, definitely leaving marks. “Move. I want to feel you.”

I start slow, savoring each stroke. Her pussy clenches every time I pull back like she’s trying to keep me inside. When I drive back in, she makes these little gasping sounds that drive me crazy.

“Like that?” I roll my hips, hitting deeper. “Still sensitive from earlier?”

“Yes.” She arches, taking me deeper. “God, Chase. Harder. I want to feel you tomorrow.”

I grip her hips, giving her what she needs. Each thrust bottoms out, making her cry out. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting fill the bedroom.

“Harder.” She meets every stroke, demanding more. “Please, baby.”

I hook her leg over my arm, opening her up. The new angle lets me hit spots that make her walls flutter. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples still hard and begging for attention.

“Touch yourself.” I’m close, but I want to feel her come around my cock. “Let me see you.”

Her fingers find her clit, already swollen from my tongue. The sight of her touching herself while I fuck her nearly undoes me.

“Close.” She’s trembling, chasing her peak. “So close. Don’t stop.”

I drive into her harder, deeper, feeling her start to shake. When she comes, her pussy clamps down so tight it triggers my ownrelease. I bury myself deep, filling her while pleasure whites out everything except her name on my lips.

After that, I gather her close, both of us sweaty and satisfied. Her skin glows, and marks from my mouth join the fresh tattoo on her skin.

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