Page 74 of Tesio
“I guess I need to live up to those accolades, little pain. Spread those slutty legs for me, so I can eat you.”
She giggled, and then rolled her eyes. “Such a romantic.”
“I’ll be whatever you fucking want me to be, as soon as I’ve drowned myself in your pussy.”
She grimaced and covered her face, but as soon as I started licking her, those hands fisted the covers, and as I started to finger fuck her, so I could suck on her sweet little clit, those fingers finally found my hair, fucking up the slicked back style.
“Dammit, Grease, I can’t grip your hair with this stuff all over it. I keep slipping.”
“Can’t hear you over how sweet this pussy tastes,” I murmured, setting her off giggling again. I swear, if you’d told me that the sound of a woman giggling during sex would be my new favourite thing, I’d say you were crazy, but this woman. Fuck me. I’d give her anything to hear it again.
“Grease, please… you can use your mouth better than that… all that…oh god… oh yes, right there!”
I pinned her hips down as she erupted, and tried to ride my face as her orgasm contorted her body. Damn, if I had to die for someone, it could only be her.
I grinned as she sagged on the bedding, her hands resting loosely at her sides, and I stood up, leaning over her, and watching as her tongue wet her lips, and that pulse in her neck throbbed with her racing heart. She offered me a languid smile, and reached for me.
“Make love to me, Grease.” She froze, and rolled her eyes. “Or hate, whatever, just fuck me.”
“You want me to ‘make hate to you’?”
Her glare returned, and isn’t that just how I fucking love her? There’s that damn word again. Why can’t I just say it?
“Take this hateful dick, baby.” I rammed deep, and her surprised yelp turned to a moan so fast it’s almost like she likedthe ‘pain’ too. Maybe my little pain enjoyed a little pain too. See what I did there?
I grabbed her hands, which were pressed against my chest, and secured them against the mattress as I lifted my hips and surged deep again, and her eyes practically rolled back in her head.
I knew she liked being fucked hard and deep, so I gave her exactly what she likes, but then I lowered my head to her shoulder, and sank my teeth into her skin, biting hard enough to sting without breaking the skin.
“Oh god!” Her body rippled and convulsed with another orgasm, and I didn’t have the strength to fight mine, sinking deep into her as I filled her with more of my cum. I just wanted to keep her cum-filled from both ends like a fucking cannoli… and thoughts like that made me worry about my brain.
I lifted my head to admire the bitemark I’d left on her shoulder, which would definitely bruise a little, and leave her with a little reminder of me after I was gone.
“You bit me,” she grumbled tiredly, her head rolling to the side, as she started to succumb to the exhaustion that came from several orgasms, and a good hard fuck.
“Yeah. Good, innit.”
“So you’re a… vampire biker? That’s… hot…” she drifted off to sleep while I was still inside her, which told me just how exhausting this night had been for her.
“Nope… just a secret mafia guyin love…” I whispered, immediately feeling like a prick. Look at me, such a big strong guy, waiting ‘til she’s asleep to tell her. I carefully eased out of her, and pulled the covers up and over her.
I watched her sleeping for long enough that I felt like a complete prick, so I dragged my jeans back on, grabbed the rest of my clothes, and left the room. There was a call I needed to make, and putting it off wasn’t helping anyone.
Jamie
Iwoke up ina strange bed, aching in deep places only Grease could reach, and rolled over to find myself alone. I sat up fast, holding the covers to my naked chest. My eyes darted around the room, which was plenty light enough with the curtains only half pulled, and I immediately noticed that his clothes were gone.Oh god. NO!
I hurried to get dressed, and used the bathroom I found in the hallway, borrowing some stranger’s toothpaste and mouthwash, but god no, not their toothbrush. I ran down the stairs, wondering if I was completely alone, or if Grease had just gone out to his death alone, instead of at least staying until I woke.
I found two bikers on the sofa, but neither of them was the one I wanted to find.
“Where is he? Did he leave?”
They exchanged glances, and Micro stood up, lifting his hands up to try and placate the crazy woman in front of him. I’m the crazy woman, crazy because I’ve fallen for a biker, and not just any biker, but a mafia guy pretending to be a biker, and that fact would kill us both.
“Did he go and do something stupid? If he gets himself killed, I’ll… I’ll kick his ass!”
“Pretty sure he wouldn’t feel it if-”
