Protect & Serve(179)

Curling my hands around his hips to hold myself steady, my lips parted around the crimson helmet of his throbbing cock.

Oh god, I missed this so much.

All he could do was groan as I swallowed down a third of his erection, pulling back up to barely keep the tip in my mouth. His lazy gaze filtered downward, matching my lustful stare as I descended upon his cock again, taking half in this time, pulling back, pushing down, back, down, back, down…

His fingers threaded into my hair, but instead of commandeering my rhythm, he merely held my locks brushed aside. Grateful that I could now focus on sucking his cock, I picked the speed up, letting my fingertips dig into his hips as I fucked him with my mouth, harder and faster now, desperate to please him once more.

I needed this… I’d been dreaming about Hunter for eight long years…

Hunter’s fingers suddenly clasped a fistful of my hair, as if taking me by the reins. With gritted teeth that only exposed his animalistic pleasure, he began to more forcefully pull me down his cock. I relaxed my jaw to accept more of him in, knowing that this was inevitable… but I had held back an ace.

With a good twenty seconds of thrusting his cock into my mouth at his preferred speed, he realized that something was a little different… I wasn’t stopping him.

“You… oh my God…” He murmured for the first time since we’d kissed.

I pulled my lips off of his cock, coughing temporarily before accepting a deep gulp of air. I grinned seductively up at him… “I’ve gotten better with age…”

“Well, ain’t that just the sweetest,” Hunter grinned hungrily, pulling my mouth back onto his cock and groaning with pleasure. He released his wild abandon now, forcing me to accept as much of his huge cock as I could…

And since I could use my throat now, that meant all of it. His grunts became a mixture of surprise and intense satisfaction.

I steadied my hands around his hips as he continued to drill my mouth, releasing his grip every eighth or ninth thrust so I could restock on precious, life-giving oxygen.

With a few more minutes of this, his grip released on my hair, and he pushed me off of his cock.

If it had been anyone else, I would have been upset. I’d been so close to finishing him with my throat… but I knew Hunter, and I knew what he wanted.

He wanted to share the pleasure.

After quickly kicking off his boots and jeans, Hunter’s strong hand gripped my shoulder and coerced me up onto my feet. He guided me down a hallway and into a dark bedroom, tossing me down onto a bed.

His bed.

As I slumped down into his comforter, watching him kneel on the edge of the bed and come my way, that this had been everything that I’d wanted in the last eight years.

His lips crashed down into mine, and I reached down to grasp the scepter of his passion. If I hadn’t already brought him to his knees, those few strokes would have done it. His satisfied groans against my lips told me everything that I needed to know.

“Mmf,” he grunted, grasping a handful of my hair and pulling my eyes to match his. I was taken aback by his effortless dominance, and how I loved that simple, easy act of control.

His kissing moved downward; his lips traced my collarbone, nipping down my skin around my bra. The biker peppered a trail of kisses down my abdomen until he reached the tantalizing edge of my panties.

I was grateful that I’d at least matched my underwear today.

Without a word spoken, Hunter tugged me up into a kneeling position, his lips on my neck. While I was distracted, I felt two little flicks of his wrist behind my back. All of a sudden, my bra’s clasps came undone beneath his touch.

Pulling the velvety shield from my ample bosom and casting it aside, he coerced me down onto my back again. I allowed my head to nestle into his pillows as he descended upon my perky, erect nubs.

A little charge of lightning pleasure sparked in my head as he took a nipple between his lips, wrapping his fingers around the breast to firmly squeeze it.

As he continued to work my nipple between his teeth, my lips parted in a round ‘O’. My hips shifted as I twisted my torso lightly, feeling myself writhe underneath him – my body, independently of me, was responding to his touch.

Just like it always had.

My breath inhaled heavily, chest heaving, as Hunter switched to the other nipple – his hand continuing to knead the first breast. This time, he bit lightly, causing my hands to fly to caress his head against my chest.

He continued this for a short while, alternating from nipple to nipple every minute or so. Meanwhile, his rough hands wandered… fingernails running up and down my side, squeezing into my shoulders, kneading my breasts, stroking down my thighs…