Page 19 of Rigid

I swallowed heavily, blindly reached for the counter, and parted my dry lips. “Come here.”

With meaningful steps, he sauntered toward me. In those six strides, his swagger seduced me. Denying his bravado was impossible. When he walked, it was a firm reminder of the sexual beast that dwelled in his being.

“I want your cock.” I said, the words barely escaping my lips audibly.

Without responding, he reached for his belt. With my eyes fixed on his tattooed hand, I watched as he lowered his jeans past his hips. As his thick shaft sprung free, my throat went tight.

I dropped the water bottle.

His jeans and the bottle hit the floor at the same time.

With my eyes glued to his twitching cock, I fumbled to rid myself of my shorts and panties. Like a high school teen in her first sexual encounter, I struggled with the denim fabric for an inordinate amount of time.

“Here,” he said.

I watched intently as he pulled my shorts down my thighs, taking my panties with them in the process. With care, he lifted each of my feet, pulled the shorts free, and then cast them aside.

“Thanks,” I said, but the words were silent.

He didn’t bother standing.

Kneeling at my feet, he stared at my pussy for a few seconds, and then looked up.

I swallowed hard.

His mouth twisted into a smirk.

He buried his face between my legs, took my wet mound into his mouth, and then flicked his tongue against my clit. Again, and again, the tip of his tongue tickled my swollen nub.

A tingling ran through me and my legs went weak. I reached for the counter, found it, and then sucked in a breath. With my head tilted back and my eyes pinched closed, I stood on shaking legs and tried to focus on what he was doing to me.

When he touched me, the feelings he created were new. Convinced he was a master at the art of sex, and that I was his student, I eagerly allowed him to continue, excited to experience whatever it was he was introducing me to.

The licking stopped. My eyes opened, and I looked down.

He glanced up. “Your pussy tastes like honey.”

I couldn’t speak. I simply bit into my bottom lip and nodded.

And, once again, he buried his face between my thighs.

I gulped a breath as he pushed a finger deep inside me. He added another, and I twisted my hips back and forth in response.

While his fingers fucked me slowly and predictably, he began to suck my clit.

Don’t stop.

Please, God.

Don’t. Let. Him. Stop.

With my clit pinched between his soft lips, he began to moan. A buzzing ran through me from his mouth to nipples. Pressure built within me. I arched my back, opened my mouth, and cried out, but it escaped me as a silent gasp.

My eyes shot open and then fell to the floor.

In my kitchen, I had the baddest of bad ass bikers on his knees – sucking my pussy like a boss. For that instant, my life was a dream.

I gripped his head firmly in my hands and commenced to fuck his mouth, hoping he wouldn’t object.