Without wasting another second, Jeanette leaned forward and licked him from balls to tip.
“Christ, yes,” he said in a desire-roughened voice. “Like that, baby.”
Jeanette licked once more, then angled her head and took Hunter’s cock into her mouth, as deep as she could go without gagging. She hollowed her cheeks
and sucked hard on his engorged flesh.
“Mmm, fuck. You like that cock, don’t you?”
The last layer of her shyness fell away, and for the first time Jeanette let herself free to explore. Swirling her tongue over and around the bulbous head of his shaft, she tasted the sticky fluid of his arousal. Hunter groaned and pulled her arms a little higher, stretching her. The grip he had on her wrists was unyielding, but not so tight as to be painful. Pleasure spiked anew at the realization that Hunter had total control over her. Her pussy wept with need. She slipped his cock from between her lips and licked down the underside to his balls, before sucking one soft orb into her mouth.
“Jesus, baby, enough,” Hunter demanded. “I can’t take much more.”
He used his other hand to cup her chin, trying and failing to pull her off him. Jeanette wasn’t through; she needed just one more taste of his addictive male essence. Releasing his balls, she licked the throbbing, swollen head, moaning as the salty pre-come hit her tongue. His delicious width caused her to imagine him sliding into her pussy, filling her. She clenched her thighs together as the visual made her clit throb. Encouraged by the guttural sounds he made, Jeanette teased the slit in the head, then took him in farther, suckling gently. Suddenly he released her hands.
“No more,” he groaned.
Jeanette let him slide out from between her lips. He grasped her around the waist and lifted her to her feet. Their gazes clashed.
“Come home with me.”
Jeanette nodded. Denying him would be akin to shooting herself in the foot. And she wasn’t much into pain.
“Will you ride with me?”
Her eyes shot wide at the question. “On your motorcycle?”
“Yes. I’ll bring you back to your car tomorrow morning.”
She’d dreamed of riding on his bike with him, her arms wrapped around his hard body, hugging him tight as Hunter maneuvered the streets with absolute confidence. Unfortunately, reality intruded. “I need to open tomorrow morning. It’ll be early.”
Hunter shrugged. “I don’t need much sleep. Never have.”
Did she dare? “Yes, I’ll ride with you.” The sudden decision set her heart racing.
The grin he gave her was enough to curl any woman’s toes. “Get dressed,” he groaned, “you’re in for a treat.”
“I thought I just had my treat,” she replied, as she eyed his still extremely large erection.
“Naughty, naughty girl.” Then, before she could respond, Hunter turned her until she was facing away from him and swatted her on the ass. Not so hard as to sting, but enough to surprise.
“Hey! What was that for?”
“I’ve been dying to do that since the first day I came in.” He massaged the spot he’d spanked and she heard him groan. “You’re ass is so damn pretty, but it’s going to look even prettier all pink from the spanking I plan to give you.”
A frisson of fear stole through her. “I’ve never done anything like that, Hunter. I’m not sure that’s something I’ll enjoy.”
Hunter hugged her to him, his cock pressing against the upper curve of her bottom. “Nothing but pleasure, Jeanette. We’ll experiment a little. If you don’t like it, we’ll try something else, okay?”
She liked the sound of that. “I’ve never done much in the way of experimenting.”
“Then let me be your teacher, sweetness,” he said into her ear. “I won’t disappoint you.”
“By all means teach me, Hunter,” Jeanette whispered, putting herself in his very capable hands.
“My pleasure, baby.”
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