TORTURE ME_ The Bandits MC(125)

She tilted her head back and gasped as I kissed her tender neck, my lips gently sucking on her fair skin. She pulled me to her, and we fell back onto the bed.



“Fuck me again,” she begged breathlessly in my ear. “Take me right here, Gage.”



I couldn’t deny her the pleasure we both sought. My hands pushed her tank top up, running along the smooth skin of her stomach, her narrow waist, and then over the lacy curve of her bra. I squeezed her breasts through the fabric hiding them from me as she raised her arms to let me pull her top all the way off.



She worked my vest and shirt off. Then, sliding her hungry, greedy hands down my chest and stomach, she forced my jeans down past my ass, freeing my hardening desire for her as I worked her jeans down from her hips, revealing her black panties and her slender legs. I let her jeans fall to the floor.



I ran my fingers over the fabric guarding her sex. I could feel the damp heat of her desire waiting for me behind the black lace. I wrapped my fingers around the waist of her underwear and pulled it down, revealing her bare skin and delicate pink folds. She was swollen with desire.



I slid a finger over her opening, passing between her wet lips, and she arched her back. She reached back and unclasped her bra while I slid my finger into the core of her desire, running it along her front wall, feeling for her g-spot.



“Oh God, Gage,” she groaned as I found her pleasure center and stroked it with my finger. I felt her muscles tighten, gripping me inside her. She grabbed my wrist with one of her hands and wrapped her fingers as far around my arm as they would go. “Not yet,” she panted, her body starting to jerk under my palm.



I chuckled. “There is no not yet, Julia,” I told her with a grin on my face. I grabbed her wrists and held both of her hands above her head. I was going to take her there at least once before I entered her again.



As she writhed and moaned underneath me, I felt my desire for her growing stronger, harder between my legs. I worked inside her with my fingers and rested my thumb on the little ridge at the front of her slit, gently rubbing it back and forth, up and down. She squeezed her legs closed around my hand and almost squealed as she arched her back and pushed her hips down against me.



“Fuck,” she cried out. “Oh my God, Gage.”



As her body relaxed, I let go of her wrists and spread her legs. I slid my fingers out of her and stroked myself with her wet lust, readying myself to enter her. I parted her with my head and pressed myself against her opening.



She looked up at me with something deeper than lust in her eyes—affection—and put her hands against my chest. She parted her legs further as I pushed into her. Her muscles were still clenching from her orgasm as I drove myself deep inside of her, pushing slowly.



I arched my back as her lips gripped my shaft and slid down to my base. A nice long moan escaped from deep in my chest. I reached down and grabbed her breasts for leverage, cupping her perfectly round mounds of flesh in my hands and squeezing them gently, pushing her nipples up between my fingers.



I worked my hips against hers, pressing myself against her thighs and ass as I penetrated deep inside her.



“It feels so good,” she moaned, pressing her fingertips into my chest.



I cupped a hand behind her head. “Does it, baby?” I asked, thrusting faster as my ecstasy grew from deep within and started climbing up my shaft for her.



The sound of her panting and moaning drove me ever closer to orgasm. I forced myself into her harder and harder.



“Yes,” she called out, encouraging me. “Oh God, yes, Gage. Give it to me, baby. Fuck me.”



I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from this mild mannered university researcher, this mousy little woman who lived her life in dusty libraries across the world. She grabbed my waist and held me against her, rocking her hips against me, driving my erection ever deeper inside her.



“I’m going to come again,” she panted, rocking harder and harder, faster and faster, until I could feel her ecstasy erupting all around me. She tilted her head and arched her back as a cry of pleasure ripped itself from her throat.



I grabbed her hips and shoved myself deep inside her a few more times, holding back until the last possible moment, when I pulled out and finished myself off on the hairless mound of flesh above her slit. She looked down, watching as each drop spilled from my head onto her skin.



“Give it all to me, Gage,” she coaxed me breathlessly as I emptied myself just below her soft white belly.



After I finished, I grabbed some tissues from the bathroom attached to my room and wiped my spilled seed off her mound. I tossed the tissue on the wooden floor and lay down next to her, kissing her shoulder and gripping her hand, our fingers intertwining and locking together.