Merry Blissmas (Biker Bitches 3)

“It won’t fit,” she whined.

“It’ll fit.” Drake pressed harder against her, using his body to hold her in place as he lifted her other thigh over his arm, spreading her wider.

Thrusting forward, he managed to push the bulb of his cock inside of her, causing another scream to fill the air as she clutched his shoulders.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” Bliss moaned, trying to adjust herself, but she couldn’t move. Drake handled her easily, though, and her head rolled back and forth on the wall.

“Take it easy. Let me do all the work.”

“That’s easy for you to say! It’s not going to fit!” Bliss panted, trying to use her hands on his shoulders to gain leverage.

Drake brushed his mouth against her collarbone, tracing up to her neck then the lobe of her ear. “You’re going to take me. Then I’m going to carry you to my bed and fuck you again.”

“I didn’t even know cocks could be that big.”

“It runs in the family.” Drake laughed as he pumped his dick slowly higher inside of her.

Tiny beads of sweat broke out on her temple, dampening her hair.

“Oh, God, it’s not normal. How do you even walk?”

“You’re the one who’s going to have trouble walking tomorrow.” Drake brought his hand down between them, swirling his finger in the wetness he found there, and then he used it to wet the stalk of his cock. He slid inside another inch.

Bliss’s tits shook at her accelerated breathing, tempting him.

“I have some pretty nipple clamps I’m going to put on these little cherries.”

She became excited by his comment, enabling him to give her more of himself as he began pumping steadily. He wasn’t gentle with her, inexorably pushing more and more of his slick dick inside of her.

Biting down on the side of her neck, he gave her a warning. “I’m going to give you the rest of it, and you’re going to take it. You’re sucking my dick in like you can’t get enough.”

“Believe me, I’ve had more than enough! Wait a second. Let me catch my breath.”

“Then you better hurry and take a deep breath.” Drake plunged deep inside her with a strong thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her tight pussy.

He groaned, trying to hold back his climax.

Giving her a minute, he rested against her. “All right?”

Her head lay limply against his shoulder.

He turned his head to look down at her. “Bliss?”

“I didn’t believe it was possible.”

“What?”

“To be fucked to death.”

Drake laughed. “I think you’ll survive.” He began to fuck her slowly, using his hips to direct his cock to hit different spots in her pussy, building the fire he felt inside her.

“Faster.”

“You beginning to like it?”

“Are you crazy? I liked it from the moment you pulled it out of your pants. I just didn’t want to be torn in two trying to take it. No orgasm is worth dying for,” she quipped.

“It’s not over yet.”

“Oh, God.”

Drake stroked faster, building her climax to a height that had them clinging slickly together. He felt the walls of her pussy clenching him as he thrust deeper. Her screams were falling from her lips at a higher frequency.

He let one of her thighs go so she could grip him for leverage. Her arms circled his neck, and she began fucking him back.

Gripping her buttocks in his hands, he controlled her movements. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“I don’t care,” she panted.

“I thought you said no orgasm was worth dying over,” Drake reminded her.

“If it’s my last one, I’m going to make it good.”

Drake barely managed to hold on to the wild woman in his arms. If it went on much longer, she really would hurt herself.

He brought his hand to her clit, giving it the attention it needed to bring her to a shuddering peak. The feeling of her sharp little teeth biting into his shoulder had his cock stroking out a climax that wrenched a tortured groan from his own throat.

When Bliss’s trembling slowed, he placed her on her feet then slowly let his dick slip from her before taking a step back. Bliss collapsed to the floor.

Drake removed the condom, going into the half bath to dispose of it before returning to see her still sitting on the floor in a daze.

“I just gave you what any man could give you.” His sharp gaze didn’t miss the wince his words had caused.

Bending down, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom as she rested sweetly in his arms. Laying her gently down on the bed, he went into his bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water before coming back to sit on the side of the bed. Then he softly ran the damp cloth over her bright pink pussy, cleaning her and letting the warmth ease the ache she was sure to be feeling.