Page 31 of Nicoletta
He palms the other cheek, then slaps that one just as hard.
I yelp again, and he laughs. “Yeah, you’ve been a real bad girl.”
He leans in and sucks the sensitive flesh, then bites down. I squirm, but he grips my hips tighter, holding me in place, holding me just where he wants me.
“I left my mark on you, just to let you know I ain’t fuckin’ around.”
I wiggle my hips back and forth, rubbing my ass over the roughness of his jeans, feeling his length.
“You’re so hard and big,” I moan.
“Maybe if you tell me how good you’re gonna be, I’ll let you have my cock.” He leans into my ear again. “But you gotta really want it.”
“I really want it, baby, so bad,” I murmur.
“Tell me how bad?” he challenges.
“I want your big, thick cock to spread me wide and split me open. I want to feel your balls slapping against my ass as you fuck me.”
“Ahhh, fuck!”
I hear the rasp of his zipper, then his fingers spread my pussy lips. I look over my shoulder just in time to see him coating his cock with my cream. Then he notches himself between my cheeks and teases my clit with the tip. Just close enough to make me ache for him. Just close enough to make me beg.
“Do it now,” I plead.
He fists a clump of my hair and angles my head to face him. “You fuckin’ telling me what to do?”
I press back against him. “I need you in me,” I moan.
“Too fuckin’ bad, ‘cause I’m in the mood to make you wait. Make you suffer, till you’re aching so bad you’ll do anything for my cock.”
A low groan erupts from the back of my throat, and he laughs.
“That’s right, moan for me.” He rolls his hips, intentionally coming close then pulling back. I spread my legs, trying to get him in me, but he controls every move we make.
“I’m in charge now, and I like driving you crazy.” He leans into my ear again. “‘Cause you love it too.”
“Yes, yes, I love it, but I need more.”
He slaps my ass again, I moan, and he thrusts his hips forward, suddenly sinking into me deep, so deep.
I sigh in relief, and he pulls my hair harder. “You like getting fucked by a dirty biker, huh?”
“You know I do.”
“Just like that first night. Spreading your legs for me like a bitch in heat.” He growls in my ear. “Your pussy swallowed my cock whole, and you loved every thick inch of it, huh?”
“Yes, I need it. More, more.” His dirty, raspy words are taking me to a place I’ve never been before.
“You couldn’t get enough of me that night. I think you would’ve let me fuck you in front of every outlaw in that bar, ‘cause you were hungry for my cock, right?”
“I needed it so bad.”
“And I gave it to you, every filthy inch. Just the way you like it. Then I filled you with my cream.”
His hips piston into me faster, harder. My hip bones hit the couch at a dizzying speed.
My center coils, and he doesn’t stop. He’s hitting a spot I didn’t even know existed. Over and over again. I bear down, squeeze him hard, and then it happens. I squirt all over him. Drenching him.
