Becca Vs. Biker

That poor motel bed is shaking so hard and into the wall—a wall that we are luckily not sharing with anyone—and he's slamming into me so fucking hard my eyes are rolling back in my head and I'm already screaming. My pussy is strangling his cock. When I say I'm going to show him how much I want him, how much I need him, this is how. I'm tearing away the bedspread trying to get a grip as he slams into me, so activating the pussy vise grip isn't just involuntary with how fucking good his cock feels in me, it's just about all I can manage right now.

Well, that and I'm pushing my ass up at him every time he fucks into me. We are slamming into each other and his cock is fucking halving me, it is spearing inside me so damn deep. My legs are already shaking, but Harlan has other ideas than me just coming right now.

He pulls out lightning fast and scoots me up higher on the bed, puts both of my legs straight up and together in the air, wrapping one arm around them, and pumps back into me with a long, hard, deep stroke. His other hand comes up to cup my face. When his thumb lingers on my mouth I suck it in like I'm sucking his cock. He moans. Fuck I love when he moans. It makes me jiggle on his cock. His hand comes down and squeezes my tit hard enough to make me yelp. He is putting a lot of force into ramming his cock into me, and damn I'm appreciating the effort. I'm soaking wet, all over this rumbled bedspread and assortment of sheets. No itchy blanket, I have about one second to think, before he's picking up the speed and I can't think about anything.

This would be how a girl would forget her own name, were she going to from getting so thoroughly fucked.

"You're mine, Becca, forever," Harlan s

ays, and unwraps his arm from my legs. He spreads them and I drop them, apart, and then wrap them around his back while he leans closer in on me. He's rolling his hips, his abs, in a way that looks as sexy as it feels and my body feels like I'm floating through a sea of pleasure. I feel the waves cresting within me. His hands are on my breasts again and when he tugs my nipples and slams into me, he sets my body off in a string of fireworks.

"Harlan!" I scream out, my arms flying to squeeze his ass to me and hold him deep in me while I'm coming. He buries his face into my neck, sinking his teeth into me, and I go off like an earthquake. My whole body shakes around him and he's holding onto me, I'm holding him in. Everything is perfect. I shatter around him and I feel him come undone holding me. His cock is steel hard in hot velvet, unloading massive jolts of cum deep in me. My pussy is squeezing out every drop and holding on him for dear life. My nails are digging into the cheeks of his toned ass and my brain feels like it is on fire, I'm so fucking taken away. I am breathing so heavy, trying to keep up with the pleasure rolling through me. After so long away, coming with his cock in my pussy feels like the most right thing in the world. I'm okay again. I'm whole again. Harlan completes me when we're covered in sweat and stuck together in cum. When we both ride down the wave and he collapses, he flips me around, on top of him, his hands holding mine.

"Fuck, even if it means fucking you like that, I'm never missin' out on a whole week of you ever again," Harlan smiles. His hands travel over to my ass and squeeze it firmly. "I missed that pussy, and now I'm getting that ass, Becca." He lifts me up and heads to his pants discarded on the floor and pulls out a tube of lube. He squirts a huge load of it onto his hand and then rubs it all up and down his cock. I'm mesmerized watching it glisten as he strokes it. I remember the last time he fucked my ass and I'm already quivering for him to do it again. He climbs back onto the bed and rubs the excess lube onto my ass, and pulls me onto him.

I'm facing him, looking in his eyes while he lines up his cock and starts to push it into my ass. I push out against him, my mouth falling open at the delicious agony of this huge cock invading my ass.

"Breathe out and take me in, all the way, Becca," Harlan groans, his face never leaving mine as he slides me down on his cock, inch by inch.

I do my best to exhale while he's piping up my ass. It makes the intense sensation bearable. After the orgasm I had, my body feels more pliant and this is more than pleasurable, but looking in his eyes the whole way he shoves his cock in me is almost too hot. Almost, because holy fuck I am so wet. I suck in my lip and make myself breathe out as he is all the way in. I know we've only just started. That was so intense, and Harlan is not a gentle fuck. He can be tender, loving even, but the way he fucks is pure outlaw. My legs are wobbling and I lift them up to press them over his shoulders and put the pads of my feet flat to the wall. I'll get my own leverage going and give as good as Harlan gets. Which is really damn good.

"Goddamn, Becca, I'm gonna rail you so hard you might forget your name, birthday, social security number, all that shit," Harlan says with a dark, delicious laugh. He bucks his hips forward with his words, making his dick rammed up my ass his tool for emphasis.

I moan long, hard, at the simple move. Every movement he makes adds to the complex heat he’s created between us. My body is alive with all the sensation he’s creating in me. My head rolls back as I start to pump with him, riding that dick rammed up my ass like my life depends on it. My clit is twitching and fluttering and I know, at least as far as that insistent part of my body is concerned, my life does depend on bouncing on Harlan’s monster cock as much as possible.

I keep my purchase with my feet but my toes keep curling from the pleasure and I'm slipping up, and down, and Harlan is catching me. Always catching me and pulling me down on his cock while I lift up and slam down. Together, we fuck my ass so good I know I won't be walking for the rest of the night. He's not a gentle lover, a delicate one, but he is an absolute beast in how much he has to have me. Which is perfect, because I'm addicted to his cock. I know tomorrow we'll wash everything off and start again, and I'll suck his cock so damn good that it will be like a challenge for how good he's going to fuck me.

My pussy is dripping wet and I drop a few fingers down to rub my clit, amping up the already intense, overwhelming ecstasy of his cock sliding into my ass and fucking me so hard and deep. Every bouncing stroke makes me cry out louder than the last time, and I'm screaming. Screaming Harlan's name, screaming obscenities, just screaming to breathe. I feel his cock about to explode inside me, and that's when he fingers me. Two large fingers slide into my pussy while I'm working my clit and he's fucking my ass and I'm coming. He's set off by this and wraps his other arm around me, pulling my feet down from the wall and pressing me into the bed now. Still looking me deeply in the eyes while he fucks my ass and fingers my pussy. I cry out, desperately working my fingers on my clit. My mouth is hanging open; I'm slack jawed with moans erupting with every breath. He rams his cock deep in me and shoots hot cum deep inside me. I feel the heat surrounding me and filling me. That's when his mouth closes over mine for a kiss.

Never gentle, he can be tender. So tender. Even with cock spurting cum up my ass, the way he's kissing me right now isn't punishing, but it is raw. His tongue dances over mine, his lips claim my own, and he's moaning in my mouth. He kisses me like it is the only air he needs. When we finally both come up for air from our kiss, he slowly slides his cock from my ass and we collapse next to each other on the bed. I'm breathing heavy, coming down from this high, and my body is doing little tremors.

Harlan grabs my legs and dips down me to my pussy and pulls me back up to him. I'm dangling in his arms; he just made me come so hard I don't know if I can summon the strength to hold my legs up. Then his tongue licks through my pussy folds and I yelp out. God, I'm so fucking sensitive and that feels so fucking good. I bite my lip and cry out, and my hips roll with his face. I reach my hands down and tangle my fingers through his dark hair, summoning my strength to watch him eat my pussy. Fuck, this man never stops. I never want him to. I groan and then we start to pick up the pace. Fuck, it feels so goddamn good right now. My whole body is an extension of my pussy and I'm shaking. I haven't come yet and I'm so close I want to scream but I inhale really fast because Harlan slides several fingers inside my pussy and strokes my g-spot just right. I need that air for the scream that howls from my body. His face is all over my pussy, pulling out his fingers before I become over sensitive. He sucks, licks, kisses every drop of my cum up. He's holding my pussy up to him like an animal would clean out a kill in the wild. Harlan is a hunter for my orgasms. I'm his prey, and he devours me, and it's so fucking good.

Harlan looks up at me when my eyes finally roll back to where they're supposed to be in my head. We're both breathing heavy and his face is slick and glazed like a fucking donut. I curl my finger at him and when he comes close to me, I lick every drop of my cum from his face and then kiss him with it. I love the way I taste on his face, around his stubble. In his mouth with that magic tongue working in my mouth now, teasing my tongue. The way he kisses is like he fucks, with all of that power and intensity. I don't know how to breathe when I'm with him, and I can't breathe without him.

"Never spending a week away from you ever again," I say finally when we've come up for air a few times and start kissing again. We both laugh.

"Shower?" he asks.

I put my finger up in front of his face and wag it. "You are not fucking me any more until we eat something. We are going to burn all those calories and fade away," I say, laughing.

He grabs my ass and pulls me toward him, rubbing his cock all over my wet pussy and making me moan.

"That's my pussy," he says. He slaps my ass with both hands and pulls me up on him. "That's my ass. And this," Harlan says, hooking my chin and pulling me toward him, "is my mouth. I can and will fuck all of your holes as much as I want, whenever I want." The blazing intensity in his eyes makes me want to drop to my knees and beg

for him to start all over again.

But, when a girl's legs are this wobbly, who knows if that's a good idea?

Harlan laughs. "But I could eat the whole damn cow, I want a cheeseburger so bad right now. Let's shower up and grab something to eat. Then we can start all over again."

"I have ideas about that," I say, licking my lips. "I was thinking about how much I want to suck your cock. That's my cock," I say, grabbing it. "I wanna suck it so damn good it feels like a goddamn challenge for you to fuck me." I bite my lip. How can I want him so fucking bad when he's already worn me out?

Harlan narrows his eyes at me and squeezes my ass. "Guess we better get a move on. I never turn down a challenge." He licks his lips and I think, fuck, he looks sexy doing that.

I'm torn between looking away and challenging myself to look at his sexy ass while he walks toward the shower. I'm dancing with the devil, stepping into a steamy wet shower with this man and not fucking him. But we should probably smell clean and not like fresh sex when we get some cheeseburgers. A milkshake sounds like something good to slide down my throat before I pipe that cock down my throat. I suck in a breath and stifle the tingles that are playing wicked games with my priorities.

He steps aside from the water and I step under, wetting my hair. He's watching me. I think about trying to be sexy, but I'd rather get clean than get myself fucked just yet. Well, okay, not really. But I'm trying to be good so that we don't starve to death. They'll find our bodies stuck together if we don't eat soon. I giggle a little bit and he raises an eyebrow, but I just get to washing my hair. Let him be curious, because I'm sure he's got his own dirty plans on the way, too. I can practically see the gears turning behind those sexy eyes taking me in. I know the water dripping down my breasts while I rinse my hair has him interested. I twirl my finger in a circle and let him know it is time to trade spots and I go to soap up my own body, but he takes the lathered washcloth and starts cleaning me. And, yeah, he's touching my naked body through a washcloth, but he's working at actually cleaning me. I'm proud of us, resisting.