Trigger Happy (Black Mountain Bikers 3) - Page 8

“Tell me where you want it, baby.” His voice was so husky and thick that it came out nearly as a growl.

Already at the verge of climaxing, Maddy wiggled and pummeled at his thighs with her palms. “Please. Please, fuck me.” Her voice was full of need, nothing like she’d ever heard from herself before.

“Are you going to mind me? Are you going to do what I tell you and behave?”

His finger was teasing her ass again; she’d only done anal one time before and found it so horrifically painful that she’d sworn it off for life. Now, it seemed that oath would be broken. Madison wanted him in her everywhere. He’d successfully worked her into frenzy.

She nodded.

“No. I have to hear it.” He pushed his finger deeper into her ass and she gasped, raising her hips in an effort to get away from his finger. “Oh, that’s it! Yes.” He pushed deeper. “Raise that sweet ass so I can reach it, Maddy.” He worked his finger in and out as he used his thumb on her clit, allowing it to slide into her slippery cunt every few strokes.

“I haven’t gotten an answer yet. Are you going to do all I ask and behave?” He bit her neck.

“Fuckyesyes! Anything. What do you want?” She spread her legs and pushed toward his invading fingers now, wanting to climax.

“I want you,” he pressed his finger into her and then pulled it out slowly, moaning as he did so, “to strip right here in front of me; do it slowly.”

Madison disliked the empty feeling between her legs when he removed his hand from her pants, but did as he asked. She was enjoying the game immensely.

Standing on very shaky legs, she pushed the coffee table out of her way with her foot and slowly undressed, watching the expression on his face darken into pure lust. She was so wet that she dripped down her own thighs.

Standing naked in front of him, she awaited his next command. Instead, he slid off his shirt, tossed it to the floor and then unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, slid them and his underwear to his ankles and let them fall to the floor all without getting up from the sofa.

Madison couldn’t take her eyes from his huge cock. She’d been with well-endowed guys before—or so she’d thought at the time—but none compared to the length and girth of Trigger. She’d never thought of a dick as ugly or handsome, it was always just a dick to her. But, again, Trigger was different—his cock was gorgeous, a work of art. She longed to taste him, feel him.

“Are you sure you’re ready for me to be in you?” Trigger grabbed the base of his dick and squeezed hard as he pulled up on the shaft several times.

Madison nodded. “Yes, I want you in me. Take me, please.”

He motioned for her to come closer. “Spread your legs and let me feel you again.”

It was a first for her and it was so erotic that she was spellbound as he worked her pussy with his left hand and his dick with his right. Her juices flowed from her and covered his hand until it was slippery, and then he began to stroke his dick with her juices as lube. He watched her as he stroked himself. Madison watched as his balls tightened and she whimpered, fearing he would cum and she would be left hanging, in heat, desperate heat.

Stopping, he stood slowly. “Let’s go to the kitchen. I believe you have a sturdy table in there that’s just the right height for what I want to do to you.”

He pushed his dick against the swell of her ass and led her to the kitchen that way. He picked her up, deposited her on the table and pushed her knees up toward her shoulders. “Hold your legs right there no matter what. Okay?”

“Yes, just fuck me, please, I want you in me, Trigger.” She thought she would explode if he didn’t fuck her soon.

“You just mind me now. You promised.” He pulled her ass over the edge of the table and her pussy and ass were completely exposed.

Thumbing her clit until she moaned, Trigger grinned. “Good. You’re doing wonderful. Just hold what you got and I’ll let you have an orgasm.”

He stood straight and the head of his cock touched her clit. She gasped and almost dropped her legs. He stopped her and pushed them back a little roughly, clucking his tongue at her. Then he stroked himself a few time and began rubbing her clit with the swollen, flaming head of his big dick.

“Come on, baby, have a big orgasm for me now.”

Madison had never had anyone urge her to orgasm before; it was odd, wonderful, and exciting. Prolonging the foreplay as long as she could, Madison finally let go and when she began to orgasm, it was an earth shaking experience. In mid-orgasm, Trigger slipped inside her pussy all the way, stretching and filling her pulsating, convulsing pussy. His thumb worked her clit so that the orgasm lasted several minutes, each time her pelvic muscled tensed, Trigger groaned and thrust forward into her.

With his breathing ragged and his body shaking, Trigger pulled out of her and pulled her off the table. His mouth was on her breasts, her neck, her stomach, her ass, her thighs, and then he was carrying her back to the living room and behind the sofa.

He bent her over the back of the sofa and used his foot to spread her legs wide. He spread her ass cheeks with his hands and then he was fucking her cunt again; this time he pressed his thumb into her ass and worked it around in a circular motion.

At first it hurt and then it was just uncomfortable. After a few minutes, she was enjoying it and cumming again.

“Do you want me to fuck that tight little ass, Maddy?” He was pushing his dick so far inside her that it was accompanied by the tiniest of pains, pleasant pains that made her cum more each time they happened.

“Yes, I do. Please fuck my ass.” She wiggled it at him. “Please. I want to feel your big cock in my tight ass.” She moaned and wiggled again.

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