Page 547 of Hell Hath No Fury
I hook my finger in her top and pull it down, her erratic breathing causing her round globes to bounce. One dusky nipple grazes my finger, and before she can say a word in protest, my hand snaps around her back, and I’ve got that same nipple in my mouth. Sucking so hard she cries out.
Her struggles in my arms are useless as my teeth dig into her flesh. I expect her to scream; in fact, I’m prepared for it.
Except she shatters apart in my arms.
“Dorian!” Shaking and moaning, she comes from the small amount of pain I’ve given her.
I couldn’t be fucking happier.
Pulling away, I fist one hand in her hair, dragging her head back to meet my eyes while the other dips under her skirt, finding her soaked.
“You’re a needy girl for me, aren’t you, Clem?” I hiss as I pinch her engorged clit, causing her to jump and moan again.
“Please, Dorian.” Her breathy voice has my cock growing to painful proportions.
Licking across her lips with my tongue, I mumble, “I want to see these beauties wrapped around my cock, sweet girl of mine.”
Her shocked gasp elicits a sinister smile from me. “I want to see them swollen from trying to suck all of me down your throat.” I feel her thighs rubbing together. “I want to see them covered in my cum as I unload in your waiting mouth.”
Her eyes widen, but she nods her head slightly at the image I’ve painted for her.
“On your knees,” I growl, my entire demeanor changing to that of pure dominance.
“Right here?” She looks around, obviously worried someone might see us.
I say nothing as I unbuckle my belt and free the button on my jeans. The zipper is loud in the quiet night as I slowly lower it. Pulling my aching cock free of the confines of my clothes, I begin to stroke it roughly, pinching the bulbous head as pre-cum leaks freely down the shaft.
Her eyes dart down for just a quick second before flying away in embarrassment. A tortured hiss leaves me, and she looks back up. “On your knees,” I command again.
This time her only response is, “Yes, Dorian.”
I know the coarse gravel will dig into her delicate flesh, but I just don’t care right now. I’ll make her feel better later. All I want is to be buried balls-deep in her mouth.
“Open,” I order as her hands grip my thighs, nails digging into the flesh beneath the denim.
As soon as her mouth widens, I trace it with my cock, smearing my cum across her lips as if it were lipstick.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, noticing a string of fluid connecting her to the tip of my dick. Gripping the back of her skull, I close my eyes and slide fully into her mouth, making her mewl. “Breathe through your nose,” I instruct when I see panic lace her eyes. I need to feel her swallowing against me. Taking me all in. “Goodgirl,” I coo as she tilts her head back, making it easier for her to breathe and for me to sink farther down her throat. “Swallow.”
Her hands clasp my thighs tighter as she does, and my cock is ready to blow. Bouncing her head up and down on my eager member, I feel my balls pull up as my spine tingles.
When I feel the first spurt of cum fly from the tip, I pull away, pinching her chin with one hand while the other jerks me the rest of the way off. Aiming my cum for her mouth, lips, and tits. My knees go nearly weak with pleasure as she eagerly devours every drop and licks any remnants from her lips.
When she goes to swipe her fingers through the liquid on her chest, I tell her, “Leave it. It’ll dry nicely on the ride.”
Helping her to her feet, I pull her behind me, towards my bike. Straddling the beast, I bring her in front of me and place her on the seat, facing me. “You got something to put your hair in?” I ask her. It’d be a shame for the wheel of my bike to rip the chocolate locks from her head.
As she puts her hair up in a tight bun, I lift her skirt up around her waist, slipping a finger through her dewy folds. She moans; I groan.
I place her hands so she’ll be gripping the bars where I will be palming the handles. “Hold on tight,” I say as I wrap her long legs around my waist, and we take off.
I watch her face as the rumble of the engine vibrates through her body. When we stop at a light, I take in her cunt, dripping wet, greedy. Ready for my cock.
Movement from beside me has me looking over to see a bunch of young punks eyeing up my girl. I grin and suck a nipple in my mouth over the cloth of her shirt. Her back bows towards me, forcing me to take more in.
When I let the stiff peak pop free of my warmth, I glance down to her pulsing cunt, then turn to see the boys gawking atthe same thing. With one sharp slap, I have her coming apart again, her pussy begging to be filled.
Swiping two fingers through her slit, I bring them to her mouth and order her to suck. And she does, inhaling both digits as far down her throat as she did my cock. “Atta girl,” I praise as we take off again, her ass squirming to have me inside her.
