Page 65 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

"Come closer," I whisper. "Let me fuck you, baby..."

My dick barely leaves my pants before sprouting to its full length, jutting from my body in an impressive ten inch toward that threatens to destroy Amanda's soaked tightness. She glances down at my dick with wordless worry.

I'm too greedy to warn her or promise her I'll go easy. I can't do all that...

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Twenty-Three

Amanda

Ethan’s cock oozes with desire as he presses it against my entrance. I’m so wet that I must be dripping all over his pants. He doesn’t care and at this point, I don’t either. It’s not so much that I’m excited about Boston, but the small amount of trust that Ethan finally showed me gives me hope that I’ll get to be a normal woman again and not just a biker’s sex toy.

I ease my hips forward, running the head of Ethan’s cock around the outside of my slit before the warm head finds the right angle to enter me. He slides that big monstrosity over my lips, getting them nice and slick with my juices. The warm head touches my clit and I shiver and crave more.

He pushes his cock back into place against my entrance, ending the teasing with purposeful stillness. Ethan wants me to ride him. Bracing myself against his impressive form, I slide my hips down and feel that first pop as his giant dick head works to stretch me. I shudder powerfully and brace my weight against Ethan’s chest as I make an effort to slide down with stiff control over my pace. He has a broad, muscular chest that feels hard as rock.Fuck, he’s so strong.And his dick is so damn big.

But it’s too much. One or two inches inside me and the pain of Ethan’s dick stretching me out causes me to emit an ungodly noise and freeze in place as I struggle to accept the pain. I shouldn’t let him do this to me, but my body remains locked in place.

It’s been so long since I’ve had sex that I forgot what it was like to feel desire as intensely as this. I don’t have control over myself. I should wait. I should be the therapist here but…

His dick is enormous. I press my hips down to accept more of Ethan’s cock and my knees buckle. If he wasn’t holding me up, I would have collapsed against his chest again.

I didn’t know white boys could get this big and even if I’ve been with a handful of white guys, I’ve never seen a dick this large and threatening. Stereotypes aren’t real, I know… but this man has one hell of a dick. I whimper as I accept more of Ethan’s cock. My thighs tremble and my wetness dribbles warm, creamy juices down my thighs.

Ethan’s face turns bright red, but his eyes stay locked with mine as his cock enters me. I feel his girth pressing against my walls and I let out the softest moan as I push my hips down and force the rest of his big dick inside me.

We both cry out as Ethan buries his cock inside me to the hilt. My stomach turns. I lean forward and fight the urge to sink my teeth into his shoulder. His dick is so fucking big and I want to ride him, but I can’t without sending the mixture of pain and pleasure in a vast, overwhelming wave washing over me.

“Please…” I whisper, pleading for I don’t know what.

“Begging for my dick already?” Ethan says in a gruff Midwestern accent. He sounds so sexy and country that my pussy convulses around his dick. Everything about him seems ten times hotter now that he’s inside me. I don’t even protest when he accuses me of begging for his dick. I’m too full of his dick to speak. Ethan knows what to do.

He laughs wickedly and reaches for my hair at the base of my neck with one hand while the other hand grips my ass cheek. He can’t get enough of playing with my ass, which is both annoying and a huge turn-on in the most frustrating ways. Guiding my head with his hand and then my hips, Ethan lifts me up before pushing me back down on his dick.

His first thrust sends his dick so deep that I know it won’t be long until I cum. And what about Ethan? No condom. He’s not wearing a condom. The panicked thought pierces through the unreality and I shift my hips, trying to slide off Ethan’s dick after that first thrust. He senses me trying to get away and I wriggle my way almost all the way off before his hand wraps around my neck from behind and he drags me back down onto his dick.

The moan I make could shatter a glass.

"You're not going anywhere," Ethan growls possessively as my juices pool between us. The pressure between my legs heightens and my pussy clenches around his dick, both milking his cock and forcing the heat between my legs to spread throughout my body.

I whine and whimper as the ache spreads, but Ethan ruthlessly clutches my body to his, forcing his cock to split me wide open.

"You are tight as fuck," he whispers. "Worth the wait, princess."

Ethan groans and throws his head back as if he's the one in pain here. I push my hands against his chest to brace myself and ride him, but he grabs my hips and thrusts into me from below, controlling the pace of his slow and deep penetration to edge me close to a climax.

"You feel so good," he groans. "You feelso fuckinggood..."

I've never had a raw dick inside me before. I always used protection and the first time I allow a man to spread me like this... it's him. As a therapist and responsible adult, I know that everything about this is wrong, especially the risk of pregnancy.

But his dick just feels... so big and hot between my legs. I want him to fuck me harder, but I can't bring myself to beg for his dick, even if it's the only thing I care about right now.

"Ethan... a condom..." I whisper as he keeps fucking me from below. It's far too late, but if I don't say a word, this will partly be my fault. I have to take responsibility.

All I'm taking is...

Ethan responds to my request for a condom by sliding into me deeper. I moan because I can't help it, but Ethan just chuckles smugly like he won a round of Connect-Four.

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