Shocked into shutting up, my next sound was another squeak—he'd gone back to nibbling my pussy. I was terrified he'd hurt me, his teeth came so close. Instead, the cliff of fear intensified everything, turned my insides to butter, my brain numb and useless.
He brought out a part of me I didn't know existed. Or that it could even exist. Ronin turned me on like nothing ever had. With my toes cramping, I yanked his face against me, begging for him to get me off.
All I lived for under that wide Florida sky was the pleasure of release.
As he gripped my knees, breaking free of my shuddering hold, I sobbed. “Wait! Don't stop now!”
“Stop?” Hooking his fingers in his boxers, he freed his magnificent cock into the air. The fat head bounced, shiny with his precome. I could have watched the veins dance along his length for hours. “I'm just getting started.”
The condom glinted as he pulled it from his fallen jeans. It was erotic, seeing him wrap it down his whole length. Diving across me, he claimed my mouth. His tongue tasted like my juices, sweeping around and eating away at my ability to speak. He kissed me with a fervor meant for long lost lovers.
The warm tip of his cock rubbed over me. It left a trail of fire where it went, a blatant display that said he knew how badly I wanted him. Gripping himself, he teased my slippery opening, nudging my clit again and again until my orgasm became more important than breathing. “Fuck me!” I was thrashing, my heels attempting to guide him inside.
He was much stronger than I was. With one hand, he gripped my hip and kept me still. I hyperventilated, a mess where I rocked beneath him. How could his strength be so exciting? His power, his skill, it all combined to stoke the embers between my shaking thighs.
“Scream for me,” he whispered, pushing just enough to spread me with his tip.
And when he pushed deep into my eager cunt, I did.
I fucking screamed.
Delirium, delight, pleasure or pain or anything logical... it fled. I could focus only on the way he stirred me up with his engorged cock.
Amazingly, he kept going; entering me until I was worried I couldn't fit him. The sensation of being stretched was overwhelming. My lungs flared, desperate to breathe in and out and unable to decide which to settle on. I didn't know how to handle this man; he was sex incarnate, a creature made for killing and fucking.
He was terribly good at both.
Curling an arm around me, he gripped my ass. Ronin yanked me hard against his hips, finishing the last inch and burying his prick in me to the root. Together we shuddered, my head arching back while his chin swung low.
His hair was in his face, I couldn't tell if he was snarling or smiling. It didn't matter, his body said enough; seeking me out, crushing me into him as he moved within my tight walls.
I squeezed him, my insides thrilling from delight. The noises I made were visceral, embarrassing me in a distant way. I was too far gone to really care. Ronin brought pure pleasure, my neurons firing wildly to try and keep up.
Melting around his thrusting cock, I dug my nails into the earth. He grabbed my wrists, guiding my hands onto his back. “Dig in here,” he whispered. “You'll need to hold on to something.”
Cutting into his hard shoulder blades, I gripped the biker for dear life.
He rolled his pelvis, rubbing his length along the roof of my pussy. Purples and blacks swam in my eyes, tickling my tongue. A bead of sweat dripped from his nose, hitting my cheek.
Through his insistent demands, I sensed something building inside of Ronin. He could have used me, just taken me in the dirt and left me in ruin. But the longer we went on, my own pleasure cresting, the more I realized what he was after.
He knew what my body was doing—he was clever, he paid attention.
This fierce man wanted me to come first.
Knowing what he was chasing, it sent lightning into my core. I hugged him tighter, my legs locking into place so I could join his rocking movement. Pumping back, I drove myself onto his rigid cock, no longer just breathing heavily. My panting had morphed into a throaty wail.
“Ronin,” I whimpered, my cheek pushing into the cool ground. We were wrapped so firmly, so perfectly. The tingling roar of my orgasm was teasing me with its nearness.
Through the latex, I felt the swelling of his shaft. His cock reared, demanding I hurry, coercing me to finish. The final touch was when he leaned down, biting onto my sensitive neck with all the possessiveness of a lion claiming its mate.
Flaring with heat, I shouted hoarsely. Pressure exploded, muscles flexing to keep hold of his thickness as I came helplessly. My world was fluff and liquid, I could smell the particles in the fresh air.
I'd never climaxed so hard, the aftershocks rippling in my belly. He didn't give me a moment to calm down. No, not when he saw his own release on the horizon.