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“Fuck yes,” I gasp as he tosses me onto his bed to quickly follow. His body lands over mine, arms caging me in as he makes his way lower once more. He wastes no time raining kisses over my breasts, my ribs, my tummy, then bypassing my pussy, his next kiss lands on my thigh. “Tease,” I grumble, making him chuckle against my skin.
“I’ll tease you all right,” he promises, sitting up between my legs. He works to push my panties off one leg, then the other. I’m bared to him, legs spread to fit his imposing frame. “Your pussy smells fucking delicious, Sydney.” He comments as he flips open the skull on one of his chunky rings. It reminds me of a locket, and it shouldn’t surprise me to see it filled with the fine white powder he’s known for. With a smirk, he sprinkles a little on my clit.
My breath stutters at his claim, impatiently craving him to make good on his words and eat my pussy. “Taste me, Buttercup.”
He licks his lips and, without another word, dives in. My toes curl, head flying back into the mattress as his scruff tickles the insides of my thighs and his tongue goes to work. Holy. Fuck. “Mm,” he growls, moving his head from side to side, pushing against my opening to spear his tongue inside.
Black dots dance in my vision from the sensation and suddenly I feel like I need to hold on to something for fear of my body floating away. My fingers find his hair, tangling in the soft locks to hold on for dear life while my hips push up to ride his face. It only drives him crazier, his ass flexing as he thrusts his cock against the mattress, and it hits me he still has his jeans on. I want to see his butt, watch it as he grows more turned on, and continues to rub his cock against the bed.
I’m too fucked up to form the words, my pussy clenching around him greedily as he moves to suck on my clit and thrusts a finger deep. My eyes roll heavenward as he pulls the digit free, only to add another and push back in. There’s no need to stretch me wider, I’m fucking drenched for him. He doesn’t seem to agree as he continues to work me open, making me gasp and pant with each shock of pleasure.
Rearing back, he spits on my pussy, then sucks like a motherfucking vacuum and it’s my undoing. I clench around his fingers so hard I swear my pussy may break them off and scream through the soul ripping orgasm.
The man can eat pussy like I’ve never experienced before, and so help me, my head is spinning.
“Knew you’d taste good.” With a pleased expression, he stares at me a beat before flicking the button on his jeans and shoving them down enough that his cock pops out.
“Mm.” I manage, still floating on cloud nine. He’s tripping if he thinks he’s gonna one and done me with those pants staying on. “Take them off. I want to see your ass as it thrusts and besides, it’ll take more than one appearance of your cock to satisfy me.”
His brows raise, then he’s chuckling, shaking his head. “You’re a fucking breath of fresh air, Spice.” His praise makes me preen a bit, pleased with myself. He seems to like me for me and that damn sure works in my favor. I’ve come to learn people usually either love me or hate me, there’s not much of an in between. Shoving his jeans and boxers off, he discards them at the foot of the bed and then crawls back up and over my body. “You can have my cock as much as you can handle it tonight.”
“Just tonight?” I ask and nod. “You enjoyed the taste of my pussy, and I’m sure the feel of it will convince you to fuck it tomorrow too.”
He laughs, “Fuck, you are something else. I’ll sink in this pussy tomorrow too, there’s always the morning.”
I smack at his chest while he chuckles, watching as he grows serious the moment his cock trails against my wet, swollen sex. He draws in a swift breath as the head of his cock brushes my clit and I squirm. I’m still sensitive but ready for more. I don’t care if it makes me flinch from the overstimulated nerves. I’ve wanted this from the moment I swiped right on his face. I knew what I was doing then and the same goes for tonight. It took a lot to be here, and I’m not wasting it for one moment.
“No more playing,” I whisper.
He shakes his head, pushing the blunt tip at my entrance. “Nah, no playing, Spice,” he promises then drives in deep.
“Shit,” I hiss as he stretches me.
“That’s that bomb ass pussy,” he mutters to himself, and I feel myself swelling with confidence. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I tighten my hold so he has to slam all the way inside me again. “Mm, you trying to fuck around and find out?”
“You talk a lot of shit for a man who has barely sunk his dick inside me.”
His brows jump then he’s wrapping his arms around my waist and rolling us until I’m on top. “By all means, show me how that pretty ass works.”
My hands move to his stomach while one of his lands on my hip and the other on my breast. I roll my hips forward then back, around in a circle, lifting slightly to let myself slam back down. His gut clenches, muscles tightening as his expression morphs into pleasure, his palm rubs over my nipple before his hand clenches, his grip tightening to direct me in the same movement again and again.
I bounce on his cock as he sits up, putting us face to face, his mouth trailing over my jaw. The close proximity is so much more intimate than a quick fuck, and I find myself climbing the mountain to another impending orgasm. “Yes! Feels so good.”
His palm leaves my breast, his thumb trailing over my lips as fire blazes in his gaze. “You like this cock?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Can’t. Hear. You.” He punctuates each word with a powerful surge of his hips. Each time, I nearly choke on my breath. He’s big, not overly long but thick. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a dick as girthy as his is. “I asked if you like this cock.”
“Yes, fuck yes.”
“Still not loud enough.” He growls, tossing me off him. I fall in a heap on the bed beside the spot he was in, but he’s no longer there. He stands at the end of the bed, reaching for my ankle. With a quick jerk, he drags me closer. His palms land on my hips, turning me over until my ass is up in the air, and I’m on all fours. “I said, I want to hear you,” he demands and punctuates it with a hefty smack to my ass.
“Shit!” I cry, caught off guard. Of course, he’s not vanilla, the man screams closet kinky, but what should I expect, he was with a fucking stripper before me. I shouldn’t think of his previous partners, but here I am, in my head.
“Spice,” he murmurs before I feel his tongue from behind. The warm wetness soothes my pussy and I instantly grow wetter. My pussy can be a moody bitch, but she seems to approve of Trent. My hips shift when the tip of his tongue grazes my clit and sparks of bliss shoot in every direction. How can I be this close to coming when he’s barely touched me? My body swears she knows his and it’s a scary realization, because this guy has bad boy biker with a looming prison sentence written all over him.
He pulls away, landing another smack to my ass. This time I moan. Loudly. His next hit isn’t as hard, but noisy as it connects with my pussy, my wetness coating my lips and thighs in an embarrassing amount. “Fuck!” I scream as stars dot my vision.
