I ignored his grip, welcoming the pain as I controlled the depth and speed. “Fuck, sugar, your mouth feels amazing.” I squeezed his ass and felt a shudder take over his body. Pulsing my grip, I sucked harder and quickened my pace and I squeezed my legs together trying to relieve the ache. He moaned and twitched and I could almost taste how close he was to losing it. I focused my effort on the tip of his cock, running my tongue along the underside, flicking the sensitive flesh and capturing the ring between my lips as I worked his length. “Fuck,” he moaned and he increased the grip on my hair. “Stop, sugar.”
Screw that. I wouldn’t stop until his body shook, he screamed my name, and I milked him dry. I grazed his shaft with my teeth and he hissed. “Fuck.” I didn’t stop in my relentless pursuit of his release. I watch his face as I sucked and licked like a starved woman on a mission – his eyes were closed, head tipped back, and mouth open. I gripped his ass with both hands, digging my fingernails in his skin, taking him fully in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed and tried not to gag. I clamped down on his cock as a moan escaped his lips; driving me forward seeking the moment he’d say my name.
The feel of his rock hard ass beneath my fingers, flexing and twitching, made me crazy. I wanted him, wanted to feel him inside me, but I wouldn’t stop what I started. I felt in charge for once.
“Suzette,” he hissed as my mouth filled with his release.
When his body stopped shaking and his cock stopped pulsating, I released him. I grinned at him with his wide eyes looking at me with adoration. Swallowing, I licked my lips and captured a small drop seeping from the tip. His eyes had a twinkle in them as he watched me.
“You don’t fight fair, sugar,” he said with a shaky voice as he kicked off his jeans.
“I didn’t see you stopping me,” I said, pushing off the floor. He reached out, grabbed my neck and pulled me to him, as he crushed his lips to mine.
He felt soft and warm. I wrapped my arms around his neck and soaked in the feel of his hands gripping my waist. He pulled my legs around his waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting the connection. We moved as one toward the bedroom where we began weeks ago – my life had never been the same.
He leaned over the bed, but my body stayed attached to him like Velcro. “It’s your turn to scream my name, sugar.” He unlatched my hands from his neck, placing them at my side. “Don’t move.” He smirked as he moved down my body, running his finger across the exposed skin of my stomach from the bunching of my shirt.
His touch felt like electricity, a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body as he traced around my belly button. “Elastic?” His words pulled me back into reality after I’d been lost in my dreamlike state.
“What?” I could barely think, let alone form a coherent sentence.
“You’re wearing pants with an elastic waistband.” He eyed it with curiosity. “Never met a girl that wore dress pants like these.” His fingers grabbed the waistband and released it, snapping it against my skin.
Oh shit. I had my granny panties on too. I didn’t think I’d see him today. I just wanted to be comfortable since I walked into a barrage of questions about the bruises and busted lip. I covered my eyes. “They’re comfortable,” I said as I swatted his hand.
He raised an eyebrow at me as he looked the material. “I’m sure. I think that’s why my mom wears them too.” His chest rumbled with a hearty laugh.
“Fuck off, City,” I chuckled, kicking him with my foot.
“Watch the goods, princess.” He grabbed my foot as I made another. “I have a fighter on my hands.” He gripped the bottom of my pants and gave them a hard yank exposing my underwear. Fuck.
“You’re full of surprises today, sugar,” he said.
“Hello… didn’t think I’d be seeing you today.”
“Guess not based on your attire.” Smug bastard.
“This is who I am, City. I’m not a floozy and I don’t like a string up my ass all day while I teach.”
“Oh no, it’s sexy. The best part about you is that you’re not a floozy. Makes me feel special that you break out the sexy shit just for me.”
“Well, since it’s sexy then I can stop with all the lingerie when I see you.” I giggled. I’d never do it, but if he wanted to pretend it was a turn on.
“I don’t give a fuck what you wear, sugar, as long as you end up naked.”
I didn’t want to be the granny panty-wearing girlfriend to the hot biker. I wouldn’t change what worked. I’d wear my sexy lacy shit when I saw him, but maybe, just maybe I’d throw him for a loop with innocent little pink flowers every once in a while. “You going to shut up and fuck me or sit here yapping about clothing all night?” I snapped.