Ridden (MC Club Biker Urban Alpha Male Erotic Romance) by Billie Kasper
Authors: Billie Kasper
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down,” I whispered, my voice still thick with pleasure and exhausted from our love-making. “I don’t know if I can… you know. Do it so fast.”
“I understand,” he said with his ever-present grin, the very grin that made me want to slap him. He rolled over on top of me and I couldn’t help but return his grin—oh, fuck, how I loved the feeling of his strong, powerful body on top of me, pushing down into me, holding me down, even…
He began to lick and nip my inner thighs. I writhed in delight, pressing my hips forward and my eyes widened, whimpering all the time. I loved the teasing, the anticipation of what he might do with his mouth, even more than what he actually ended up doing with it.
Now, that’s not to denigrate his abilities in any way—any girl will tell you, I think, that the anticipation makes you tremble even more than the pleasure itself. The anticipation is pleasure. All anticipation is pleasure.
And my body, my hips, my thighs, his tongue and teeth—it was all anticipation here and now.
“Please…” I whined again, pathetically, aroused, my ever-present and unending plea. Why did I always say please? Why didn’t I just demand what I wanted?
“Lick me.” There. There it was.
I felt his tongue, ever so slightly, dance along the crease between my pussy and my thigh, working its way along the sensitive flesh of the joint. But no, that wasn’t what I wanted…
“Not there…” I said, hungry and husky and needy.
“Do you think you deserve it somewhere else?” he asked, chuckling. Bastard.
“Fuck you. Of course I do… I just rode your cock and let you cum in my ass. If I want you to eat me all night long, you will.”
He burst out laughing and he didn’t stop for quite some time.
“You’ve got this biker thing down,” he said, finally quieting and going to the task before him: namely, me. He ran his tongue from the bottom of my pussy slowly, so agonizingly slowly, up to my clit, running along my slit and teasing me, making me endure the agony of pleasure.
I found myself squeezing my eyes shut, again just trying to stay conscious. God, but I was SENSITIVE after our previous love making… I didn’t know if I would be able to endure his delicious, ultimately pleasurable assault on my slit.
But somehow I did. Gripping his hair, digging my fingers into his scalp and driving my nails into his flesh, damn his wounds, damning whatever discomfort he might feel—that all helped me to endure.
He started ever so skillfully by slurping around the hood of my clit, teasing it and making it swollen—as if it could even get more swollen, as if it could ever throb harder than it was now! God, but I wanted him more and more with each passing moment.
And then, before I knew what was happening, his tongue was assaulting my clit head on, slithering over my hard little nub of pleasure—hard, of course, because my blood was so hot for him and had so soaked my entire body that my clit couldn’t help but pulse in time with my ever-quickening heart beat.
The first second his tongue slid over my little clitty was enough for me to scream all over again, my voice rising up to the heavens. I moaned pathetically and hungrily, my body trembling and twitching as he devoured me, wrapping his lips around my pink-red little nub and suckling hard, his tongue lashing at my flesh. God, but I wanted more of this… Ever so much more.
“Please… Please… Oh, oh, oh, oh god!” I squealed, gripping his hair hard, all but ripping his locks out of his scalp as he finished me off. I could feel my orgasm, yet another one, this one less powerful but somehow deeper than the others, rising like a wave just beyond the horizon, a tsunami threatening to overtake me, to drown me in pleasure.
“Faster…F aster… Just a little bit more, baby, please…” I moaned, thrashing from side to side. My butt, still leaking his hot, thick
“I understand,” he said with his ever-present grin, the very grin that made me want to slap him. He rolled over on top of me and I couldn’t help but return his grin—oh, fuck, how I loved the feeling of his strong, powerful body on top of me, pushing down into me, holding me down, even…
He began to lick and nip my inner thighs. I writhed in delight, pressing my hips forward and my eyes widened, whimpering all the time. I loved the teasing, the anticipation of what he might do with his mouth, even more than what he actually ended up doing with it.
Now, that’s not to denigrate his abilities in any way—any girl will tell you, I think, that the anticipation makes you tremble even more than the pleasure itself. The anticipation is pleasure. All anticipation is pleasure.
And my body, my hips, my thighs, his tongue and teeth—it was all anticipation here and now.
“Please…” I whined again, pathetically, aroused, my ever-present and unending plea. Why did I always say please? Why didn’t I just demand what I wanted?
“Lick me.” There. There it was.
I felt his tongue, ever so slightly, dance along the crease between my pussy and my thigh, working its way along the sensitive flesh of the joint. But no, that wasn’t what I wanted…
“Not there…” I said, hungry and husky and needy.
“Do you think you deserve it somewhere else?” he asked, chuckling. Bastard.
“Fuck you. Of course I do… I just rode your cock and let you cum in my ass. If I want you to eat me all night long, you will.”
He burst out laughing and he didn’t stop for quite some time.
“You’ve got this biker thing down,” he said, finally quieting and going to the task before him: namely, me. He ran his tongue from the bottom of my pussy slowly, so agonizingly slowly, up to my clit, running along my slit and teasing me, making me endure the agony of pleasure.
I found myself squeezing my eyes shut, again just trying to stay conscious. God, but I was SENSITIVE after our previous love making… I didn’t know if I would be able to endure his delicious, ultimately pleasurable assault on my slit.
But somehow I did. Gripping his hair, digging my fingers into his scalp and driving my nails into his flesh, damn his wounds, damning whatever discomfort he might feel—that all helped me to endure.
He started ever so skillfully by slurping around the hood of my clit, teasing it and making it swollen—as if it could even get more swollen, as if it could ever throb harder than it was now! God, but I wanted him more and more with each passing moment.
And then, before I knew what was happening, his tongue was assaulting my clit head on, slithering over my hard little nub of pleasure—hard, of course, because my blood was so hot for him and had so soaked my entire body that my clit couldn’t help but pulse in time with my ever-quickening heart beat.
The first second his tongue slid over my little clitty was enough for me to scream all over again, my voice rising up to the heavens. I moaned pathetically and hungrily, my body trembling and twitching as he devoured me, wrapping his lips around my pink-red little nub and suckling hard, his tongue lashing at my flesh. God, but I wanted more of this… Ever so much more.
“Please… Please… Oh, oh, oh, oh god!” I squealed, gripping his hair hard, all but ripping his locks out of his scalp as he finished me off. I could feel my orgasm, yet another one, this one less powerful but somehow deeper than the others, rising like a wave just beyond the horizon, a tsunami threatening to overtake me, to drown me in pleasure.
“Faster…F aster… Just a little bit more, baby, please…” I moaned, thrashing from side to side. My butt, still leaking his hot, thick
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