Protect & Serve(181)

I nodded happily, pulling his weight down against mine. My arms enveloped his shoulders as he kissed into one of mine, biting down just hard enough to excite me.

“Oh, do that again,” I murmured.

He chuckled in surprise, but followed the command. With a punishing thrust, his teeth clamped down on the tender flesh of my shoulder, careful enough to not really hurt me.

With my eyes clasped shut, I gasped out my building elation. Hunter’s movements built up towards a rhythmic crescendo; his thrusts started powering into me, again and again, driving my pleasure off the scale.

He lifted himself up from me, breaking my embrace – but lifted my legs to rest my ankles on his shoulders. With this renewed angle, I felt his cock adjust trajectory inside upon his thrusting, and the new angle rubbed inside just right.

A half-lidded glance up at him showed me that he, too, enjoyed this new angle. His eyes were closed, his chest groaning, and a deep flicker of desire across his face.

We lost ourselves in each other. While he pummeled himself into my soaked pussy, again and again, I felt my ankles continue to bounce on his strong, broad, sweaty shoulders.

My fingers clenched at the sheets.

My back arched from the bedding.

My lungs gasped with passion.

Hunter spread my thighs, supporting each one in the crooks of his arms. Stretching my legs wider made me even tighter around him, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes back into my head.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he repeated. “God, I love how tight you are, Sarah…”

My mind practically crumbled at the sound of him murmuring my name during sex. It felt so right to hear it drift from his lips…

I rocked my hips against his as he continued to pummel into my body, thrusting against and again. With the crooks of his arms keeping my legs spread wide for him, he dominated my body, punishing my wet pussy with the satisfying penetration of his thick, heavy cock…

“Don’t… stop…”

Hunter tightened his arms around my legs harder, his muscles clenching them into place as he leaned forwards. He slammed his hips against mine, again and again, thrusting harder and harder until I felt myself start to sputter towards the precipice of another mind-blowing orgasm…

“F-f-fuck!”

I released a throaty gasp as my body seized up against him, limbs locking and back arching. I moaned with heavy satisfaction as the pleasure rocketed down my body in waves of indulgence fulfilled… and then another, and another orgasm came, until I was surrendering my body to a thrilling multiple-climax finish.

It was one of the best finishes of my life.

As I rode out the succession of orgasms, the sculpted, rugged biker kneeling between my legs continued to repeatedly sheathe his throbbing hot cock into me. Finally, I relaxed beneath his presence, the soothing aftermath softly wafting along my veins.

“Oh fuck, Hunter…”

“I take it that you enjoyed that,” he smugly replied offhandedly, his lips matching the implied smirk behind his eyes.

I shot him the dirtiest look I could muster. Considering that I’d just been fucked into one of the most incredible orgasms I’d ever felt… there wasn’t exactly a lot of sincerity that I could dig up for that filthy glance.

“Here, I’ve got an idea…”

He released my dangling legs from his arms, moving onto his back and pulling me into a straddle on top of his hips.

“Oh, you want me on top, huh?”

Hunter smirked. He parted his lips to give some arrogant response, but my fingers grasped around his cock. I guided it upward as I lowered down hard around the throbbing member.

“Well – oh fuck, Sarah, that feels good…”

It was my turn to offer a smug little smirk.

“On top?” I repeated, rolling my hips against him. I let loose a half-chuckle, half-moan as I began rocking my hips down against him… and he could only vaguely nod his response.

“Good… let me take care of your needs… you gave me such a great orgasm that it’s only fair I do the same to you…”

He vaguely nodded again and I steeled myself against him, clenching my fingers around his shoulders for support as I began slamming my hips down around his hot, erect cock.

“F-fuck…”

Hunter shifted around beneath my body. His shoulders rolled slightly, and his hips started to buck up against mine. “Kiss me,” he pleaded, and the need behind the request convinced me to obey.

I leaned down, pressing my lips against his. My tongue slid against them, coercing his mouth to part against mine; our tongues danced together again, in his mouth and in mine.

I was distracted. His hands clamped around my hips, effectively locking me into place around him. My back was parallel to his stomach, and he held me horizontal against himself as he quickly repositioned his knees and began to jackhammer up into my wet, thirsty chasm.