Even when her banging body and shy touches drove him to madness, he hadn’t even resorted to jerking off all the times she made him hard. And those times were many.So many. Splice was saving all that pent-up desire for when they eventually unleashed it on each other.
But surprisingly, for a man who’d used his dick well over the years, Splice was in no hurry to fuck.
He enjoyed the closeness he was building with Lisa.
But when she raked her nails over his jawline, he grunted. She could see how she was affecting him because his shy goddess flashed a pleased grin.
“I know exactly what I’m going to do.” She whispered, so close to his mouth that he could already taste her. Splice had to dig deep, maybe even call on some higher ancestors, to keep himself together and not just beg his woman to let him eat her up.
“And Ryan?” she said in seductive tones, making his ears prick and his head cock back on the couch.
She inched closer.
And his heart and dick took close notice.
He might be a behaving biker, so under her thumb and control, but Splice wasn’t in control of how his body reacted to his woman. He was only human, and his dick loved her, too.
“Mm?” he answered with a grunt.
“What I’m going to do involves this mouth.” She declared, and before he could react, she slammed down and forced his lips open, surprising the most unmanly noise out of him, as his mind shut down and his body took over.
His begging, fucking body. Under his little goddess’s fiery control once again. Holy fuck.
Holy. Fuck. Finally.
TWENTY-FOUR
Lisa
Lisa had been thinking about having sex with Ryan all day.
Over the past year, her body's changes due to declining hormone levels shifted her focus from rarely considering sex or self-pleasure to now constantly craving kisses from Ryan, leaving her breathless.
She was sure that the mouth of his was made from black magic. The way Ryan kissed made it clear he was no mere mortal. It’s like he was sculpted from clay and fire, conjured from her deepest desires.
The more time she spent with him, the more intensely her body craved his sexual magnetism.
And now, oh, goodness, she was in heaven under the power of Ryan’s skilled mouth, moving one way and then another, devouring her until she was winded.
A decision floated through her mind between greedy, biting kisses as she gripped Ryan’s hair, pulled back his head, and watched how glazed his eyes were.
“Show me to your bedroom.”
He moved so fast; it was like a blur as he jack-knifed up to his feet, with Lisa held bride-style in his arms, and he took the stairs two at a time.
Holding on with her arms around his neck, she admired this man with an open heart.
How beautiful he was! Inside and out. He was a perfect specimen.
And she wanted to fuck him until she made him sore.
Ryan didn’t stop until they were in his bedroom. It was a truly masculine room, with no decoration. With a bed big enough for four, neatly made with a white comforter. The room smelled of his cologne.
“What now, goddess?” he asked with his face in her neck, nibbling on her pulse.
“Now you put me down so I can get you out of those clothes.”
Who was this daring woman?
