Sinner (MC Club Biker Urban Alpha Male Erotic Romance) by Billie Kasper
Authors: Billie Kasper
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force my head back and forth along his cock, slurping and slobbering hungrily as I went. I felt so humiliated and dominated; it was delicious.
I teased and played with his balls as best I could while he reamed my throat, teasing them and massaging them as I gagged and gasped.
“That’s it, darling,” he growled, his desire and lust dripping from his words. “Suck my cock. Suck it hard. I’m training you to be my good little cocksucker.”
The filthy words sent a thrill down my spine. I never would have heard such filthy, such naughty words in my old life and in spite of myself, like a prudish Victorian, I found myself shivering and shuddering in delight at hearing them all over again. I moaned onto his cock, swirling my tongue obediently around the tip as it slipped out of my mouth before grunting onto it as he pounded it back down my throat.
I all but lost sense of time as space as he fucked my throat, destroying me and making me sore and achy. Finally, he groaned triumphantly and thrust his cock down more down my throat, his huge rod embedded deep in my mouth while his wiry pubic hair tickled my nose.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, that’s good!” Dario groaned as his cum poured out of his cock, stream after long stream of thick, delicious, salty cum. This was my new creed, I decided: making love to Dario, glorying in his body, feeling his pleasure wash over me and savoring his body’s reactions.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a pop and before he could say anything, I tackled him, knocking him down onto the bed.
I stripped off my worn jeans as fast as I could, kissing him and slobbering his own cum all over his lips, letting him grip at my cum-dribbled tits as I stripped. Now, I pressed my crotch against his face. Two could play at this game.
“Eat it,” I ordered. And, oh god, he obeyed. My pussy was sopping wet, as you might have imagined, and I felt his hot tongue wash over it, sliding over my slit. But then, he did a completely terrible thing: he stopped. Instead, he began to slurp and lick and tease my inner thighs and the creases between my thigh and my cunt.
“Oh, god…” I murmured in delight, whimpering and shuddering. The skin was so sensitive, so hot and needy, but at the same time, because he had just shown me what laid in store for my aroused and wet pussy, the anticipation could only build. I had always thought that anticipation, no matter how incredible the sensation, the actual sensation—the anticipation would always be better, more powerful, more arousing, and it was proportional to the actual sensation.
So, to know what his tongue could do to my pussy… That made the anticipation of it later on all the more powerful. I could barely stand it and I felt tears coming to my eyes as my thighs and ass shuddering, trying as hard as I could to grind my wet, sopping cunt into his face, trying to force him to lick me, even though that was the last thing I wanted in the end, because the anticipation would then disappear…
Before I knew it, I was cumming. This orgasm was not as powerful as other ones Dario had given me but I knew more were in store. It washed over me and lit my cells on fire and only made my wet little pussy all the more swollen and sloppy.
“Oh, fuck me…” I moaned, gripping my tits, feeling the sore areas where Dario had groped and brutalized them. Finally, his tongue lit upon my slit again, washing up and down, up and down, sliding over my twat like a windshield wiper, slurping up my sour juices eagerly and greedily, before his lips fastened themselves around my clit and then… Oh god…
“Fuck…” I all but screamed, throwing my head back and thrashing as he alternated between suckling on my little clitty and lashing it with his tongue with steady up and down strokes and even—and it was this that finally, finally managed to push me over that steep edge of pleasure—biting it, sinking the sharp edge of his
I teased and played with his balls as best I could while he reamed my throat, teasing them and massaging them as I gagged and gasped.
“That’s it, darling,” he growled, his desire and lust dripping from his words. “Suck my cock. Suck it hard. I’m training you to be my good little cocksucker.”
The filthy words sent a thrill down my spine. I never would have heard such filthy, such naughty words in my old life and in spite of myself, like a prudish Victorian, I found myself shivering and shuddering in delight at hearing them all over again. I moaned onto his cock, swirling my tongue obediently around the tip as it slipped out of my mouth before grunting onto it as he pounded it back down my throat.
I all but lost sense of time as space as he fucked my throat, destroying me and making me sore and achy. Finally, he groaned triumphantly and thrust his cock down more down my throat, his huge rod embedded deep in my mouth while his wiry pubic hair tickled my nose.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, that’s good!” Dario groaned as his cum poured out of his cock, stream after long stream of thick, delicious, salty cum. This was my new creed, I decided: making love to Dario, glorying in his body, feeling his pleasure wash over me and savoring his body’s reactions.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a pop and before he could say anything, I tackled him, knocking him down onto the bed.
I stripped off my worn jeans as fast as I could, kissing him and slobbering his own cum all over his lips, letting him grip at my cum-dribbled tits as I stripped. Now, I pressed my crotch against his face. Two could play at this game.
“Eat it,” I ordered. And, oh god, he obeyed. My pussy was sopping wet, as you might have imagined, and I felt his hot tongue wash over it, sliding over my slit. But then, he did a completely terrible thing: he stopped. Instead, he began to slurp and lick and tease my inner thighs and the creases between my thigh and my cunt.
“Oh, god…” I murmured in delight, whimpering and shuddering. The skin was so sensitive, so hot and needy, but at the same time, because he had just shown me what laid in store for my aroused and wet pussy, the anticipation could only build. I had always thought that anticipation, no matter how incredible the sensation, the actual sensation—the anticipation would always be better, more powerful, more arousing, and it was proportional to the actual sensation.
So, to know what his tongue could do to my pussy… That made the anticipation of it later on all the more powerful. I could barely stand it and I felt tears coming to my eyes as my thighs and ass shuddering, trying as hard as I could to grind my wet, sopping cunt into his face, trying to force him to lick me, even though that was the last thing I wanted in the end, because the anticipation would then disappear…
Before I knew it, I was cumming. This orgasm was not as powerful as other ones Dario had given me but I knew more were in store. It washed over me and lit my cells on fire and only made my wet little pussy all the more swollen and sloppy.
“Oh, fuck me…” I moaned, gripping my tits, feeling the sore areas where Dario had groped and brutalized them. Finally, his tongue lit upon my slit again, washing up and down, up and down, sliding over my twat like a windshield wiper, slurping up my sour juices eagerly and greedily, before his lips fastened themselves around my clit and then… Oh god…
“Fuck…” I all but screamed, throwing my head back and thrashing as he alternated between suckling on my little clitty and lashing it with his tongue with steady up and down strokes and even—and it was this that finally, finally managed to push me over that steep edge of pleasure—biting it, sinking the sharp edge of his
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