Page 19 of Easy Rider
“Answer me.” I reach under her dress and dip my fingers into her pussy.
“No,” she moans wildly.
And in seconds, we’re a tangle of tongues and gasps. I devour her more than kiss her as I reach under, cupping a smooth ass cheek in either hand. In one swoop I lift her, then bring her to the top of the stairs and set her down on the landing.
I stand a few steps below her with my balls throbbing so much they hurt. Her tight ass is just over the edge of the step, making it easy for me to slip her wet panties down over the curve of her hips and legs, over her boots, and off. I shove them in my back pocket and move her dress out from under her so she’s bare-assed on the step.
I’m at the perfect angle to see the little velvet cunt I’ve been stroking and getting off to all night. I yank her dress up to her waist, and she spreads her legs for me. Her smooth, glistening lips are begging to be sucked dry.
My cock strains against my zipper, insisting I fuck her now. Claim her, claim her.The need to fuck Emma, tomateher, and drive my seed up into her womb is so fucking urgent, like some ancient primal instinct rushing to the surface. It’s who I am. And she is mine.
With her hair in tangles, tumbled around her delicate features, Emma looks like an innocent princess I just dragged in from the woods. She doesn’t have to say a word. With her legs spread wide like that, I know she’s waiting, practically begging me to push my fat dick into her and make her beg for more.
But I’ve waited for her for so long, I’m going to take my time. I kneel on the step below her, dying at the sight of her perfect pink pussy. I hook my hands around her thighs and bring them up over my shoulders. Fuck. She is heaven.
“You’ll never say no to me again, Emma,” I groan, bending, opening her folds with my fingers.My present. Keeping my tongue flat, I lick straight up her slit and over her clit. And Christ, she tastes even better than I remember—like sweet syrup and cupcakes.
I lap up and down, eating her greedily and sucking her clit. I’m an obsessed fucking savage, lost in the sweet sounds she’s making and the feel of her velvet skin. Nothing can keep me away from the warm, liquid sugar on my tongue.
Emma lets out a shriek and takes hold of my head, digging her fingers in my hair, as if I’d move. Doesn’t she know I wouldn’t disappoint her? I’d never leave her wanting anything—but me.
Moaning, she bucks against my tongue, trying to fuck my face harder. She’s starting to unravel. I hold her ass, keeping her steady against my tongue, humming and kissing her. Over and over, I lap and suck, keeping the pressure on with my tongue, basking in her sweet juices as they cover my mouth, nose, chin. I could fucking swim in her.
“Fuck,” she pants. “Fuck.” She grinds, shuddering under my lips and then bucks. I hold on to her ass, keeping her pussy lips spread, and keep lapping and lapping. I move my thumb and replace it with my mouth and suck her clit, devouring her as she cries out, “I’m coming.”
She’s clenching and unclenching, fucking my face. I tighten my grip around her ass and hold her still as I ride the series of waves with her. She whimpers in ecstasy, and I keep kissing and licking and sucking, prolonging her orgasm. “Shit, shit,” she screams, bucking and coming again. The sound of her climax shoots through me, and the need to be inside her overrides every other thought.
“Oh God.” Emma wraps her arms around me. “Why the hell did I wait so long?” She cradles my face and kisses me sweetly and longingly, before she nips my bottom lip. “Now, fuck me.” Her dress is still hiked up around her waist as she leans back on the landing and spreads her legs.
The sight and taste of her perfect, almost hairless pussy, glistening with her cum and my saliva, sets me on fucking uncontrollable fire. There’s only so much a man can take.
In less than a minute, I’ve set my cock free from my fucking jeans, and it’s throbbing, sticking straight out, practically reaching for Emma.
Propped on her elbows, she looks down at me from the landing with hooded lids. The tension from earlier tonight is gone. She’s wearing a soft, sexy look that only a woman who’s come three times in the last hour could have. Every muscle in her face is relaxed. Her blue eyes are dark and fiery as they lock on to the sight of my thick dick.
“Do you like what you see?” I take her tiny hand in mine and bring it to my cock, making her stroke me. I’m so fucking hard that her hand doesn’t fit all the way around me. “Do you see what you do?” I groan as her silky hand glides down the length of my shaft.
“I want this so much,” she moans, spreading my pre-cum around my head. “You’ve been teasing me all night. Fill me up, now.” She spreads her knees. And I know this isn’t going to be a slow and easy fuck.
The Emma I knew eight months ago is back. And she’s going to be fucked just the way she loves it—hard,bordering on rough. I’m going to fuck her like she’s never been fucked before.
I cup her beautiful face in my big hands. Holding her, I kiss her greedily until her sweet body is on fire again and she’s clawing at me, begging me to fill her with every drop of cum I have.
“Lie back,” I growl, hooking an arm under each of her thighs and spreading her legs wider for me. I line my dick up to her pussy. “Are you on any birth control?”
“No,” she whispers, “but I’m safe.”
“So am I, darlin’. Tell me you want my seed inside your hot little pussy.”
“I do.” She tilts her hips so her wet lips are against my swollen head. Her eyes are locked on to my cock.
“You do what?” I take hold of my throbbing dick and rub it over her shiny wet slit.
“Fill me with your cum,” she pants as I slide my rock-hard cock up and down her slippery folds. Emma shrieks the second I circle her clit with my throbbing head. My cock pulses, lurching for her, begging to fuck her tight hole.
Some of her top buttons are undone. She arches her back, angling her hips up to me, making her tits jut out, and it’s all I can do not to rip off that fucking dress. I want all of her with nothing in my way.
“Fuck me.”
