Page 25 of Striker

He kicked off his boots and shed his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. As Striker sat up to take them off, I reached back and I unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spring free.

“Baby girl, you are so fucking amazing.”

I could see the hunger in his eyes, goosebumps spread up and down my body, anticipating the thought of being with Striker. I couldn’t get enough of him. He knew my body inside and out. He felt like home. Striker bent down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, lightly biting down.

“Oh Striker.” Pleasure radiated throughout my body. I reached down and took his throbbing cock in my hand. Slowly stroking it as he sucked and nibbled on my hard nub. Striker kissed down my body, taking his time to get every inch of me. I could feel my pussy dripping, needing him to be inside me right now. My body needed him in the worst way. I arched my back trying to get his cock to graze my clit, hoping he would slip in and give me what I needed. Striker kept kissing down my body, taking his cock away from me.

His nose touched my aching clit and he took a deep breath before he gazed up at me. “You smell delicious, Little Lark.” Striker lazily circled around my clit with his tongue, making me squirm. He ran the tip of his tongue up and down, making me beg for more.

“Please, Striker. I need more.” His tongue suddenly shoved past my clit, burying his face against my wet pussy. Striker slid a finger inside me, then two. I could feel my pussy clench around his fingers as he moved them in and out while sucking my clit.

“Oh God, yes!” I could feel myself getting closer to an orgasm. My body was starting to tingle. I could feel how flushed my cheeks were. Striker used both his hands to push my thighs further apart; his tongue licking up and down my dripping pussy, sucking and nibbling on my clit.

The orgasm took over me. Throwing my head back, I screamed his name, “Oh, Levi!”

I started to tremble. Warm shivers tore through my body, a sweet, sweet burn ripped through me. As Striker sat up on his knees, I slowly tried to sit up, gasping for air.

“Holy shit. You’re amazing.” Striker‘s mouth turned upward into a sexy half smile, as he lay down next to me.

“That’s all you, baby girl.” My breathing had finally gone back to normal and I got on my knees and hovered over Striker. As I bent over him, he sat up against a hay bale, moaned and wrapped his hand in my hair. “Get that pretty little mouth on my cock, baby.”

I licked my lips and bent down. Drops of cum already dripped down his huge cock. My tongue darted out and licked them up. I slowly twirled my tongue down to the base of his dick, gently making my way around to his heavy balls.

Striker gripped my hair harder and growled, “Fuck, Lilah! Dirty fucking girl.” I just grinned and made my way back up to his head. Opening my mouth wide, I took his cock all the way to the back of my throat.

Striker pulled out then pushed his cock back in, “Take it all, baby girl. God you’re so sexy.” I let him fuck my mouth, let him claim me, mark me. I was completely his for the taking and I loved it.

Striker’s hips thrusted up as his cock went in and out of my mouth. I could feel it pulsing inside my mouth, ready to blow at any second. He pulled all the way out and put his finger under my chin, tilting it up to look at him. “Ride me, Little Lark.” Striker was so commanding, sexy, everything I needed, everything I ever wanted. I got up and threw my legs over Striker as I straddled him.

I positioned myself above his cock and slowly pushed it inside of me. “You’re cock is so big, Striker.” As I got to the base, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my breasts against his chest. He bent down and took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. My hips started to move up and down, my clit rubbing against the base of his cock. Striker switched to my other nipple and I threw my head back. It felt so good and I could feel the wildfire spreading through my body. My moans turned into whimpers and my hips started to move faster.

I was getting so close to climax, “Yes, Striker!”

I slammed my pussy down on his hard cock. He grabbed my ass and thrusted up as I came down. Slamming into each other with every thrust, the climax started to spread through me. My legs started to shake and my orgasm hit me hard. Throwing my head back, I screamed out in bliss. My fingernails dragged down Striker’s back as my orgasm seared through me.

Just as I started to slow down, Striker flipped me onto my back. He slammed into me, fucking me hard, frenzied, deep thrusts over and over. He grabbed my hips as he pounded into me.

It felt so good, all I could do was moan incoherent sentences. “Oh, Levi...oh fuck, baby. Yes, yes, yes.”

He leaned down and kissed me, savagely. All the romance was gone and now there was just pure lust. Striker didn’t let up, continuing to thrust into me over and over. He reached down and wrapped his hand around my neck, giving me a little squeeze, letting me know that he was in charge. A small gasp came out of my mouth and my eyes lit up with excitement. He thrusted hard, once, then twice before rooting himself deep and releasing. He squeezed my neck a little harder as he pushed his cock all the way inside me as he came hard. My own climax hit me again and I arched my back, letting the orgasm take over me. White spots appeared in my vision. I felt like I was floating, completely surrounded by pure bliss.

As Striker released the grip on my neck, I gasped for air, “That was...that was incredible.” I could feel the color coming back to my face as I came down from my high.

He kissed me hard on the lips, like he couldn’t get enough of me, “God I love you, Lilah.” He lay down next to me and pulled my head onto his chest, kissing my forehead. I pulled a quilt over us as I snuggled up to him. The stars shone through the slats in the old barn, slightly illuminating everything around us.

“And I love you, Striker.”

Even after the terrible things that had happened lately, I was still happy. Happy because I was with my soulmate, surrounded by my loving family and friends, and finally felt at home. My fingers went to my necklace and then I remembered it wasn’t there. My Daddy would be proud that I was home and coming back to my roots. I looked out toward the stars and smiled, knowing he was looking down on me; my guardian angel.

Striker and I laughed, reminisced, and made more love throughout the night. The terrible incident at work was just a distant memory. He made me feel so safe and loved. Everything felt just right with him. I felt so foolish for running away four years ago, but knew it was all meant to be. I was home now, and nothing could tear us apart. I knew we should get up and back into the house, but I didn’t want to move. This moment was absolutely perfect and I never wanted it to end. As I lay back, I closed my eyes and let my mind dream about the future, where everything was perfect, just me and Striker, the club and the ranch. I knew our dreams would come true soon enough. We just had to wait out the bad. If we could wait out four years, then we could get through anything. Striker was fast asleep next to me as I cuddled up to him and drifted off to sleep, dreaming about the perfect life.

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