Page 6 of Protective Biker
I wonder how she’s doing? I hope she was able to make it home alright without anyone bothering her. I’ve thought about it the past couple of days, but have been busy handling club shit. Plus, I figured she may not want to see me at all, considering the last time I was in handcuffs. She deserves better. However, I’m hooked, too far gone, to simply throw in the towel and allow her to live her life with some other dude. I see her kissing on another guy and I’m liable to do time for real, for caving his face in.
It's barbaric. I know. I’ve heard it all before when it comes to my fighting and how good I am at beating someone. To death, if I so choose.
I draw in a deep breath at the sight of her.Fuck.Ravens stunning. Pure classy beauty, the type to make you not only look once, twice, but a third time to get your fill. Remember when I said trumpets go off in my mind? I wasn’t kidding. Except maybe they aren’t trumpets and they’re actually the wedding march. I could see myself walking down an aisle for this bitch. Give me a time and date, and my ass will be there with bells on.
A new song begins to play, it’s turned up a touch louder, but it’s still not as noisy as usual. During the day the volume’s lower, probably so they don’t blast anyone coming in during their lunch break. It takes me a second, but I realize it’s the same song from the last time. I don’t know whether to be in a trance, remembering the way she danced, or be traumatized from the building being raided.
“Hey,” she offers me a shy smile as her eyes meet mine. There’s no room for shyness in here. I already had my sweet chicken nugget’s pussy rubbing all over me the last time she was dancing, so we should be past it.
“Mm, you make me breathless every time I see you,” I admit, causing her to blush fiercely.
Her smile widens as she says, “You are so sweet.” The music continues in the background, and it must click it’s her song. Her eyes widen as she says, “I missed the beginning!”
“Dance, my beautiful boo bear,” I manage to rasp, the command barely audible and leaving me slowly, already entranced by her mere presence.
She reads my lips and begins to sway, removing her cover-up. She’s losing the clothing faster this time, catching up to her place in the song. Her tits are freed next, the perfect globes are everything I want to squeeze and suck at the moment. I reachout, palm open and up, silently asking her permission to touch her. It’s been too long since I last saw her, and I need her worse than any drug out there.
She takes my hand, placing it on her hip, then reaches for the other, guiding it to her ribs right underneath her breast. She nods, eyes locked on mine, giving me the permission I need to touch her. Her skin is like silk, always the smoothest I’ve ever felt before. I’m hard for her already, my cock ready at the mere tease of having her so close, of being able to feel her.
I want to fuck her.
Her hips shift, side to side, round and round, and so help me, all I can picture is her riding my thick cock the same way. A deep groan leaves me, vibrating my chest, and she tilts herself until her gloriously naked breasts press to my chest and her delectable cunt rubs all over my cock through my jeans. I’m so g-damn hard I see stars each time she runs her pussy up, then sinks back down. Gritting my teeth, I attempt to focus on breathing and not passing out when her hand reaches for mine again, moving it from her hip to the top of her thigh.
Shewantsme to touch her.
To feel her pussy.
I shift my hold forward until my fingers slip under the minuscule scrap of fabric hiding the place I want to see most on her. It’s a tease, the sliver of heaven exposed that I want inside so badly. Her hips sway, side to side, forward and back, then she’s shoving my hand downward, right where she needs it most. The tips of my fingers instantly find her clit, dipping between her pussy lips to her hot, wetness. She’s fucking drenched, and I can’t hold myself back from shifting my hips upward, needing some rough friction against my cock to hold me over another few moments.
She shouldn’t feel this good, not while I still have my clothes on.
“Fuck, little dancer, that’s one soaked cunt. You should let me lick it and make the tingles go away, baby.” At my gravelly plea, her mouth finds mine.
There’s no holding back from thrusting my tongue between her lips, desperate to have her taste on my tongue. I’ve thought about this moment too many times to count. It’s finally happening, and has me ready to worship her any way she’ll allow me to.
Our tongues collide as we each eagerly convey our desire, then her hand leads mine back to her entrance, pressing harder. Not willing to waste a moment of this time with her, I don’t hesitate. I thrust two fingers through her wetness again, then deep inside her. She’ll have to learn to take four or five of my fingers so I can stretch her enough to fit my girth inside. My cock is long and wide and intends to fill her completely with every single inch.
I want to bury myself so fucking deep, she’ll never forget where my cock belongs.
“Oh!” She moans against my mouth, grinding her needy little clit against my hand. Her gyrating has me ready to burst against my jeans, but somehow, I manage to keep my cum inside me, for the moment.
Words spill from me before I have a chance to think, too caught up in the moment. “That’s it, take those fingers, Raven. I’ll be filling you with more so you’ll be able to survive my cock next.”
Her head falls back a moment as she tilts her pelvis right, left, forward, and then back. I can’t take it; her soaked pussy flooding my hand has me pulling my fingers free, only to fill her again with a third. She takes them well, so I remove the digits again, pushing deeply inside her drenched cunny with four of my big fingers. I don’t stop until she’s gasping from being so full ofmy digits. I want that pussy to burn with my stretch, to know what’s coming next.
My long, fat cock.
“Mm, you have no idea. My dick is bigger than this, and I intend for you to work up to taking it all.”
I want to fuck her pretty pussy, her ass, and her mouth. Hell, I need to fuck her tits, her hand, everything. My craving for her is so intense, I can’t stop thinking of seeing her covered in my cum, so every motherfucker who comes near her knows she’s mine. I want her skin smelling like she’s an owned woman, I need it.
“Yes,” she gasps, hands moving to my button and zipper on my jeans. I have her wound up to the point she’s ready to be filled and pleasured. I can’t wait for the moment I get to sink inside her; I may never recover at this rate. Once my button and zipper are released, I raise my butt up enough for her to shove my pants off the chiseled ‘V’ of my hips, allowing my big, heavy dick to spring free.
Fuck, finally, it feels like I can breathe a bit better. I’m painfully hard, my nuts heavy as my sac fills with cum, all for her. Precum gushes from my tip, spilling over the sides, wetting my cock for her. I’ve never been this excited for a woman before, to the point I could come without her ever laying a hand on my length. I sure as fuck want her to, though. My desire for her is overwhelming; it has me seeing stars from imagining how she’ll feel once I’m inside her.
“Take my cock in both of your hands and rub your sweet little cunt juice all over the tip, baby.”
She’s such a good fucking girl as she does what I ask. She uses her muscles from dancing to hover her precious pussy hole over my tip, rubbing it again and again, making me hiss and grunt, bite my lower lip, and wrench my head back. I swear I’m going to die. My cock is ready to explode. I may not make it if Idon’t feel her tightness wrapped all around me. Fuck a condom, I want to feel her raw.
