I whipped my face up from the pillows, gazing down upon him with a half-lidded gaze, and he merely smiled deviously as he only did it harder.
“God, Hunter…” I murmured, my breath catching in my lungs.
At that overtly satisfied declaration, Hunter’s thumbs hooked into the edges of my panties, whipping them down my thighs and off my ankles.
Without a single thread of clothing on either of us, his mouth descended upon my sex, his tongue marrying to my inner folds as I lustfully gushed with pleasure.
“F-Fuck!”
My fingers, previously threaded delicately through his hair, frantically clutched into his follicles. I groaned and arched my back as my hips pressed upward into his mouth, matching the power of his simple motions.
Hunter didn’t let up. While I rode his tongue, his face rode my hips; he matched my movements. My lover locked my thighs over his shoulders, his hands clasping into the thighs and keeping me trapped in position around his face.
He proved that he was just as skilled at pleasing me with his mouth as he was when we were teenagers. If anything… he was possibly better at tongue-fucking me.
Lifting his focus upward, he began to suck on my engorged clit, his tongue lapping underneath to tease my outer lips. Meanwhile, he slipped a hand free, lubing up his middle finger between my lips before plunging it into my wet, aching chasm.
I felt myself parting around that single digit as it plunged into my depths, rolling over my rigid inner folds. He curled it backwards, pressing against my inner bundle of nerves and stroking me from the insides.
My hips shifted as I rolled beneath his tongue, and he soon pulled the slickened finger free again. My aching, gasping lips parted around it, sucking it clean and lubing it up with the index digit.
Coated with my saliva, both fingers tentatively pushed into my drenched pussy. They burrowed inwards, stroking my most sensitive pleasure zones as I writhed in pleasure. It took everything that I had to not release a tremendous succession of loud, embarrassing moans…
It wasn’t long before I felt the rising, building, mounting pressure of a coming orgasm. I knew that I couldn’t hold onto composure much longer, and I bit my bottom lip before begging him to not stop…
Hunter picked up the momentum, lifting up and leaning forward as his fingers powered into my hot, wet pussy, again and again at breakneck speed… I clutched onto his arms and squirmed under his power, feeling the swelling pressure climb in intensity until I was just at the cusp of a tremendous climax…
And with a gasping, lengthy moan, my body stiffened up – clenching onto his as I bucked my hips, descending into carnal ecstasy around his rough, powerful fingers.
“Oh fuck me…” I groaned rhetorically, dropping down to the bedding in complete bliss.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Hunter murmured wickedly as he positioned himself against me, climbing onto my sweat-soaked body.
I felt the engorged tip of his cock press into my slickened slit, threatening to infiltrate my folds. He hesitated briefly, as if waiting for me to command him to locate a condom… but I didn’t care about that.
All I needed was him inside me… and I told him just that very thing.
My body shuddered with pleasure as I felt his commanding rod push deep into my pussy. With successive, slow thrusts, my body adjusted to his thickness and length. Clearly eager to take everything that he had to offer, my folds stretched willingly around the powerful erection.
“Oh god,” Hunter groaned. “I forgot how goddamned tight you are…”
I nodded happily, pulling his weight down against mine. My arms enveloped his shoulders as he kissed into one of mine, biting down just hard enough to excite me.
“Oh, do that again,” I murmured.
He chuckled in surprise, but followed the command. With a punishing thrust, his teeth clamped down on the tender flesh of my shoulder, careful enough to not really hurt me.
With my eyes clasped shut, I gasped out my building elation. Hunter’s movements built up towards a rhythmic crescendo; his thrusts started powering into me, again and again, driving my pleasure off the scale.
He lifted himself up from me, breaking my embrace – but lifted my legs to rest my ankles on his shoulders. With this renewed angle, I felt his cock adjust trajectory inside upon his thrusting, and the new angle rubbed inside just right.
A half-lidded glance up at him showed me that he, too, enjoyed this new angle. His eyes were closed, his chest groaning, and a deep flicker of desire across his face.
We lost ourselves in each other. While he pummeled himself into my soaked pussy, again and again, I felt my ankles continue to bounce on his strong, broad, sweaty shoulders.
My fingers clenched at the sheets.
My back arched from the bedding.
My lungs gasped with passion.
Hunter spread my thighs, supporting each one in the crooks of his arms. Stretching my legs wider made me even tighter around him, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes back into my head.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he repeated. “God, I love how tight you are, Sarah…”
My mind practically crumbled at the sound of him murmuring my name during sex. It felt so right to hear it drift from his lips…
I rocked my hips against his as he continued to pummel into my body, thrusting against and again. With the crooks of his arms keeping my legs spread wide for him, he dominated my body, punishing my wet pussy with the satisfying penetration of his thick, heavy cock…
“Don’t… stop…”
Hunter tightened his arms around my legs harder, his muscles clenching them into place as he leaned forwards. He slammed his hips against mine, again and again, thrusting harder and harder until I felt myself start to sputter towards the precipice of another mind-blowing orgasm…
“F-f-fuck!”
I released a throaty gasp as my body seized up against him, limbs locking and back arching. I moaned with heavy satisfaction as the pleasure rocketed down my body in waves of indulgence fulfilled… and then another, and another orgasm came, until I was surrendering my body to a thrilling multiple-climax finish.
It was one of the best finishes of my life.
As I rode out the succession of orgasms, the sculpted, rugged biker kneeling between my legs continued to repeatedly sheathe his throbbing hot cock into me. Finally, I relaxed beneath his presence, the soothing aftermath softly wafting along my veins.
“Oh fuck, Hunter…”
“I take it that you enjoyed that,” he smugly replied offhandedly, his lips matching the implied smirk behind his eyes.
I shot him the dirtiest look I could muster. Considering that I’d just been fucked into one of the most incredible orgasms I’d ever felt… there wasn’t exactly a lot of sincerity that I could dig up for that filthy glance.
“Here, I’ve got an idea…”
He released my dangling legs from his arms, moving onto his back and pulling me into a straddle on top of his hips.
“Oh, you want me on top, huh?”
Hunter smirked. He parted his lips to give some arrogant response, but my fingers grasped around his cock. I guided it upward as I lowered down hard around the throbbing member.
“Well – oh fuck, Sarah, that feels good…”
It was my turn to offer a smug little smirk.
“On top?” I repeated, rolling my hips against him. I let loose a half-chuckle, half-moan as I began rocking my hips down against him… and he could only vaguely nod his response.
“Good… let me take care of your needs… you gave me such a great orgasm that it’s only fair I do the same to you…”
He vaguely nodded again and I steeled myself against him, clenching my fingers around his shoulders for support as I began slamming my hips down around his hot, erect cock.
“F-fuck…”
Hunter shifted around beneath my body. His shoulders rolled slightly, and his hips started to buck up against mine. “Kiss me,” he pleaded
, and the need behind the request convinced me to obey.
I leaned down, pressing my lips against his. My tongue slid against them, coercing his mouth to part against mine; our tongues danced together again, in his mouth and in mine.
I was distracted. His hands clamped around my hips, effectively locking me into place around him. My back was parallel to his stomach, and he held me horizontal against himself as he quickly repositioned his knees and began to jackhammer up into my wet, thirsty chasm.
“Hunter… goddamn it… that’s too good…”
“Don’t I know it,” he breathed huskily. “I always love this one… don’t know how much longer I can hold out…”
It was then that I realized we weren’t using a condom… but it didn’t matter to me. It was dangerous; it was brash; yet, I didn’t care what happened.
“I need you back onto your back,” he murmured, still fucking me hard from below. “So I can pull out…”
“Doesn’t matter,” I responded.