Cocky Biker(13)

He kisses me deeply. Suddenly my fingers are laced with his and strung above my head as he begins to enter me, pushing his cock in slowly inch by inch, savoring it as our tongues beat a steady rhythm. “Fuck!” he growls into my mouth as he finishes the distance, thrusting in as deeply as he can get. His fingers are strangling mine, his teeth gnawing their way down my neck as he snarls into my ear, “You’re so wet, Sunshine. You feel how slippery this entry was?”

I gasp as he starts to move.

“Harder,” I whisper.

“With me, you get what you ask for,” he snarls right before he starts pounding the strength of his whole body into and against mine. Letting go of my hands he claws my legs and manipulated my hips to his satisfaction, drinking in my desperate moans until he yells out, grimacing as he holds back his climax. “We’re gonna make this last.”

I’m taffy in one of those machines. He moves me like I weigh nothing. His cock is so delicious and so fucking hard I can’t believe we weren’t doing this right on that table at breakfast and every moment since.

He expertly sits us up, puncturing my wet cave again and again as I writhe on top of him and grab a fistful of his hair. “Harder!”

The beast rasps, “YES,” right before he chews on my tongue and proceeds to pummel me with jarring beats and without tenderness.

Everything snaps. We are not in control anymore. It’s primal and hot as hell. He groans as I bend his head back and kiss him as roughly as he’s fucking me right now.

Suddenly we’re on the floor. I’m on top and he’s pawing my breasts skillfully. I’m riding him without shame as I reach down and grab him by his jaw to demand, “Why does this feel so fucking good?!”

He grins, reaching down and holding his thumb on my clit as I ride his length. Within seconds I’m crying out, cumming again, dripping down his balls. I know because I’m grabbing them and making him yelp.

“You like that?”

“I shouldn’t, but I do,” he moans, flipping me over and ramming into me with everything he’s got. Whimpering and sore, I begin to shake and tremble. “That’s right, Sunshine, cum for me again, baby. Cum for me. Fuck, you feel so good I want to join you. But you’re not getting off that easy.”

“Shit!” I moan, covering my face with my hands as tears slide down. This release has me, and it’s everywhere. He sees my tears, dives down to kiss me and I respond like I’ve never been kissed – rasping his name into his lips until he growls and lifts me off the ground.

We’re in the bathroom when the fifth one hits me. He’s behind me, and we’re both watching us fuck in the mirror.

Lips raw.

Skin Flushed.

Sweat dripping.

I twist my torso for a kiss. Rubbing my breast he latches his mouth onto mine and draws out the hot, tingling burn of multiple contractions with slow sure strokes, knowing how sensitive I am now. As I cum, he growls into my lips, which just drives me further into the pleasure. As soon as I’m boneless, he buries his face in my neck and lifts me up.

In a flash, I’m bent over the only chair in the motel room, a fake leather thing that matches nothing. “Jett…” I moan over and over as he massages my ass and slowly rides me from behind. His cock is amazing. It feels so good filling me up to completion like this. I cry out, “No fucking way!” as I feel the tremble threaten me one more time. I want to feel him cum. I don’t want to be the only one. I squeeze the muscles inside my cunt and try to hold it back. With my hair matted with sweat to my cheek, I look over my shoulders and lock eyes with him to shout, “Cum inside me you fucker or I’ll slap the shit out of you when this is done!”

He starts laughing, pulls out of me, literally throws me over his shoulder and tosses me onto the bed. I yelp as he dives into me, yanking my hands above my head. Our fingers lace and he moves my thighs open wider, plunging deeply into me. Pulling back from kissing me, his eyes change, something clicks in them. He’s looking at me in an intimate way. To someone like me, this is very unnerving. I can’t escape his seeing me.

Like, really seeing me.

My chest twists and I look to the side, locking onto the closed curtains instead.

“Don’t do that.”

“I can’t!” I whisper.

“Look at me!”

“No, I can’t. It’s too much!”

“LOOK. AT. ME.” He stops moving and loosens his hold on my hands.

Desperate for it not to end like this, I meet his eyes. My whole body is shaking. I know I must look strange, this terrified of being vulnerable.

Fucking is one thing.

Him making it intimate is another.