Hard Miles Ahead (Black Mountain Bikers 4)

Tavia grinned, a wicked notion running through her head. She crawled up and straddled his waist, pinning his cock between them with her ass. “Tell you what, Mr. Chicken; I won’t say a word to anybody if you’ll pin me down and force me to have a few more orgasms before we leave this little anonymous apartment of yours.” She wiggled her hips roughly against his cock. “What do you say? Are you up to that challenge? Or are you afraid to try?” She wiggled again.

“Mmm. I’m definitely up to the challenge, little lady, but we need sustenance and hydration for what I’m about to do to you.” In one fluid movement, Daric flipped Tavia off him and had her pinned beneath him, splayed in a spread eagle form. “You like being pinned? Dominated? Having pleasure after pleasure forced on you?”

Whimpering in pleasure, Tavia writhed underneath his much larger form. “Yes. It makes me so fucking hot. You have no idea.” And she knew that he truly did not have a clue just how much she liked it. It would be her pleasure to show him how far to go with it and how much she really enjoyed

it, though.

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Daric slid off the bed, letting her arms free and pulling her into a sitting position. “Let’s order something light and hydrate. Really, there’s no rush. I’m not representing until noonish tomorrow. We have all evening and all night.” He stopped at the doorway and flipped on the lamp beside the door. “Unless you have to be somewhere later.” He didn’t turn to look at her.

“I don’t have to be anywhere for the next six days; I’m on vacation, baby. I can stay right here as long as you want me to.” She walked up quietly behind him and slapped his naked ass.

It was satisfying to watch him jump as she startled him with that slap. It was still a mystery to her why men thought that women didn’t do, and want to do, the very same things as men wanted to do. Why wouldn’t she want to pinch, slap, or grab his ass? She found it very attractive.

Grinning, he turned and rubbed his slapped cheek. “I don’t think that’s ever happened before.”

“Wow, you’ve been hanging around with the wrong kind of women, then.” Hands on hips, she stood looking up at him, waiting for him to move or retaliate. He moved.

Tavia walked boldly out to the living room and picked up her discarded clothes. She turned to walk back to the bathroom and Daric stood there watching her with surprise written all over his face.

“What? I was going to the shower before sitting on your furniture. That’s okay, isn’t it?” She grabbed his cock and worked it a little, grinning at him.

“That’s perfectly fine. There’s soap and shampoo and towels. Oh, gods, whatever you need in there.” He pushed his hips forward, bared his teeth, and then said, “If you don’t stop that, you’ll not make it to the shower.”

Ignoring him, Tavia worked at him until he started to get hard again, and then she tiptoed, planted a kiss on his stubbly cheek, and let go of his cock. “I’ll be good,” she stepped past him and said, “If you make me be good, that is.” She sashayed on into the bathroom and flipped on the light, leaving the door wide open as she climbed into the shower, knowing he could see her reflection in the mirror above the sink as she bathed.

“You are a terrible, terrible, evil little tease, you know that?” Daric spoke from the living room side of the doorway.

Opening the curtain wide, rubbing her bare hands down over her body seductively for the mirror, she replied, “Only because you let me be so bad. If you didn’t like it, you’d stop me, wouldn’t you?” She tweaked both nipples and leaned back under the pelting water as she reached between her legs.

The next time he spoke, it was as he stepped into the shower with her. He wasn’t almost hard anymore, he was fully erect. Daric tweaked her nipples hard enough to inflict the level of pain that always brought Tavia pleasure. She moaned and quivered under his expert touch.

With a handful of her wet hair, he guided her to her knees, water spraying into her face as he pulled her face toward his erection. “It’s your turn to pleasure me, you little minx.”

Moaning deeply, she said, “Command me, master and I’ll do whatever you wish.” Her heart raced. Would he take the lead in the role play? Would he even be interested in role playing? She hoped so as she squinted up at him.

Eyeing her for a moment, Daric seemed to consider this. Then, Tavia watched as his expression changed into that of a master who was going to command his slave. She smiled widely, unable to conceal her thrill.

“Pleasure me. Suck my cock until I come before you can shower; before you will have the pleasure of more orgasms from me. If you are thirsty, make me come in your beautiful little mouth and drink up.” He tugged up roughly on her hair.

Obediently, she opened her mouth wide and let him shove his cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. When she gagged, he pulled out and then thrust forward again, but not as far.

“I want it down your throat. Let me feel you swallow me.” His hand tightened in her hair and he pushed forward.

Tavia raised her head and pushed forward, controlling her gag reflex and taking his enormous member into her throat. His moan of ecstasy was reward enough to encourage her on and she took him in deeper until she could no longer control the reflex and had to pull off him to breathe again.

His cock had swollen to even larger girth than before and she hadn’t thought that was possible. The hand in her hair trembled slightly and she knew who was really in charge of this experience. She wanted him to bring her pleasure again, but instead of voicing as much, she slid one hand between her legs and worked her clit as she slowly and knowledgeably took him into her throat over and over again, bringing him ever closer to climax.

“I see what you’re doing, slave. Did I give you permission to touch yourself?” His voice was raspy, guttural.

With his dick still deep in her mouth, she shook her head vehemently. He groaned again and his thighs tightened. He was very close. She worked on him and herself until he could hold back no longer.

His hot juices flowed into her mouth and down her throat as he thrust forward time and again through his orgasm. Tavia came without the benefit of his touch.

He let her hair fall from his hand and she stood up.

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