Page 85 of Cocky Biker

“Hold your tits,” he said. “I wanna watch.”

Electric currents of bliss were flowing from her pussy, filling her pelvis, making her quiver. But she took hold of her breasts and caught her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

“Yeah, like that,” he said, not letting up on her clit. “Play with your nipples. They’re so damn hard.”

She moaned and looked down at him. Her body was on fire, her skin quickly becoming peppered with sweat. The need to come grew, each second the pressure building higher. Trembling, she pulled her nipples to the point of pain then gasped and released them, only to tug on them again.

Wyatt watched her intently, his breath rising and falling as he lay still apart from his busy thumb on her clit.

She knew what he was doing. He was getting her to the same tipping point as him so they’d come together. It was a good plan.

“Oh … oh … Wyatt, I…” Her hips twitched. She wanted to ride and thrust and grind and take them both to climax.

“You wanna fuck now?” he asked.

“Yeah… Oh, fuck yeah.”

“Do it then, babe.” He released her clit. “Fuck me.” He clasped her breasts, covering her hands, and surged his hips upward.

She cried out and sank onto his invasion. “Oh!”

“Fuck,” he almost snarled. “Fuck.”

Thrusting her hips, she ground her clit onto his body, and the relief of the hard contact had her whimpering. It wouldn’t take her long to reach the point of no return. Their pace was wild, frantic, no holding back, and she relished the heat on her skin, the rushing of her breath, and the wild pulse in her ears.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he said, suddenly sitting upright and encircling her in his arms and squashing her breasts to his chest. Then they were kissing, a wet slick of dancing tongues full of their rapid pants.

“Come when you need to,” he said into her mouth. “Come.”

She was so close, and so was he. His cock a steel rod buried deep inside her as she rode it. Filling her hands with his hair, she sped up, so near now, so ready to release all that pent-up pleasure.

He slid one hand down her back to the cleft of her buttocks.

“Wyatt! Oh, fuck. I’m nearly … there.”

“Come,” he said. “Like this.” His fingertip stroked over her asshole then found purchase at the center of her tight pucker.

“Oh!” The sensation thrilled and shocked her, but she was too far gone on the path to climax to stop the primal rolling of her hips as she sought satisfaction.

“Come,” he said again, “Come, babe.” As he’d spoken, he’d slipped his finger into her ass. Deep, right to his knuckle.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. No one had ever touched her there before.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” He groaned and wriggled his finger inside her. He pulled her down harder onto his cock.

In an instant, she was there, blasting into heavenly bliss. The ecstasy of the moment before she gave in to release held her breath hostage.

He stared into her eyes, then as she cried out in pleasure, he let out a string of dark ungodly phrases and stabbed his hips upward. Filling the condom, he fucked her with his finger as well as his cock.

Spasms wracked her insides as she gripped and released him with her pussy and ass. Breathing was hard, her body shook, and her brain seemed to be firing in all directions.

He cupped the crown of her head and brought her in for another kiss. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get close enough.

She felt the same.

She slid her hands to his neck, then his thick shoulders, and finally, she gripped his strong biceps. Slowing, she came to a stop.

“Fuck, that was so good,” he said, breathlessly. “You’re one hot chick.”

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