Page 83 of Cocky Biker

He chuckled and set the gloss on the bed. “Now you can put that pout to work … around my cock.”

“Around your cock?” She widened her eyes and feigned shock. Truth was she’d been dying to give him a blowjob and learn his taste and shape on her tongue.

“Something I’ll be demanding often from you.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Now get started.”

Maintaining eye contact with him, she took his cock in her hand again and swiped her tongue over her bottom lip.

He was staring straight at her, his mouth slightly parted, his concentration absolute.

She licked his tip, then around the rim of his glans.

He tensed and shot one hand out, burying it in her hair and tugging the roots on her scalp. “Ah fuck. I’ve been dreaming about this.”

She smiled, licked him again, then opened her mouth and took the top of his cock between her lips. His nostrils flared and he gritted his teeth. “Damn it, you’re dangerous.”

She didn’t reply. Instead, she sank lower onto his cock, letting her tongue hug his shaft as she took him to her throat. He groaned and widened his legs. Still with him deep, she maneuvered between his thighs on her hands and knees with her butt in the air. The view would be appreciated, she was sure.

He tugged her hair, encouraging her to slide up his cock.

She did, catching his now damp flesh in her hand and squeezing.

“Don’t stop,” he said, his voice husky and deep. “Not until I tell you to.” He reached for her breast and filled his hand with her soft flesh.

Her nipple hardened further. Her heart was racing. The taste of him, freshly showered yet still dark and manly, was making her pussy wetter by the second. She clenched her internal muscles, hoping he had plans to fuck her before he came.

“Oh, God, yeah,” he said, dropping his head back to the pillow and closing his eyes.

She watched him as she sank deep again, taking him even farther this time.

His legs were tense around her, and his belly was taut. She wanted to give him absolute pleasure, so much that he forgot about everything but her and what she was doing with her mouth.

Incorporating her tongue, she caressed him as she bobbed up and down.

He squeezed her breast a little tighter and pulled her hair a fraction more.

Excitement winged through her as she cupped his soft, lightly-haired balls and played with them gently. The guttural moan her touch drew from him was primitive and bliss-soaked.

“Ah fuck,” he muttered. Another drip of pre-cum laced her palate.

She carried on, carefully manipulating his balls as she worked his cock. He’d set the pace, using his hand in her hair to draw her up and down. She adored this possessive, presumptive detail. He was showing her what he liked, and she wanted to know everything.

After a minute, she delved lower and stroked over the smooth patch of skin between his testes and his asshole.

His hand on her breast stilled, and he hitched in a breath. He didn’t open his eyes.

She went lower, sucking on him now, and stroked over his puckered hole.

“Ah fuck, you dirty little bitch.” He gasped.

But despite his words, he widened his legs a fraction and canted his hips as if offering himself to her.

She did it again, playing with the entrance of his asshole but not penetrating. That he was letting her touch him there was thrilling. He clearly liked the stimulation. His cock was rock hard, filling her mouth with its denseness and leaking salty pre-cum.

Then he drove both hands into her hair and pulled her off his cock. He kept on going, dragging her upward so her hands left him altogether, and then he grabbed her wrists.

His wet cock appeared painfully hard.

“In the name of the fucking holy spirit you’re temptation for the devil himself.” He was breathless.

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