“Please with fucking fairy lights on.”He moves my head closer to his groin and fists his cock ready to feed it to me.
I open my mouth and without breaking eye contact I stretch my lips around his glans and poke my tongue into his slit.
“Ah, Jesus.”He locks his knees and his abdominal muscles turn to bricks.“You’re killing me.”
I slide him deeper, my tongue wrapped around his shaft as I create a gentle suction.
“Ah, yeah...”He tips back his head and closes his eyes.“Fuck, yeah...”
I love how he expresses his pleasure and I let him touch my throat.Then I pull back and let him slip from me.I hold his saliva-coated cock and then take him deep again.
“More.Faster.”He swings his hips back and then toward me.“I’m gonna fuck your pretty mouth.Get ready.”
The pace he sets up and the way he holds me firm does make it feel like he’s fucking my mouth, but I don’t complain.I want him to have the same mind-blowing experience I just had.
He huffs and grunts and holds my head in both his hands, his palms clamped over my ears.I tuck my fingers beneath his shaft and find his balls, roll them in my fingers, and stroke the patch of skin between them and his asshole.
“Fucking little minx,” he gasps and speeds up.“You are ...Jesus ...yes...”
He’s ramming into me the way I was bucking against his tongue and fingers.Saliva drips down my chin, I have to catch my breaths in sharp little gasps when he pulls out and before he goes back in.
Salty pre-cum spreads on my tongue and I know he’s close.I keep up my fondling of his balls and take him deep with each thrust.
“Ah ...ah ...here it is...”
I steel myself for his release.
It comes in great pulses of fluid.I swallow and my eyes water.I’m possessed by him, he’s taking what he needs.It’s goddamn glorious.
“Ah, yeah, yeah...”He’s not quiet and his unholy praises echo around the room.
I look up and find him staring down at me.His pupils are wide and his shoulders trembling.He releases a long groan and then hisses in a breath.For a moment he pauses, deep, and then he pulls out and sinks to his knees before me.
“Reaper.”I grip his biceps.“I ...that was...”
“Nothing and no one has ever...”His eyes are glazed and he’s breathing fast.“Jesus, woman.Your mouth around my dick is...”
His kiss is wild and primitive as though he can’t get close enough to me.He presses me back onto the sofa and I find myself lying beneath him.His weight is sexy and I let myself get lost in his kiss and the feel of his skin beneath my palms.
I’m living life in the fast lane.It’s exciting and dangerous and I’ve never felt so satisfied or so alive.
Reaper.
It’s his doing.
The badass biker who came to me bleeding out now has me craving his every touch and kiss.
What kind of crazy ass trip is this?
