Using the Biker

Sliding her hands beneath his jacket, she pushed it off his shoulders, breaking from the kiss to relish the sight as the jacket fell to the floor. She gripped his shirt, pulling it over his head and marveling at exactly how sexy he looked. His shoulders were thick and full of muscle, all covered in ink. Running her hands down his chest, she moaned as he pulled her close. He went to her shirt first, tugging it over her head.

She helped him get it off before dealing with her bra herself.

His groan mingled with hers as he cupped her tits. He pressed them together, leaning forward to slide his tongue across each peak.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

To some women, having a bigger body was something to be embarrassed about. For Jo, she was happy in her skin. No matter her size or weight, she was happy with herself, and that was all that counted.

She had lost count of the number of times Mitch would tell her to go on a diet or to consider surgery. Each time she’d tell him to fuck off and leave her alone. She never let his cruelty get to her.

Pushing all thoughts of the ex out of her mind, she focused on the man who had promised her what she wanted.

His fingers slid down her body, and before she had a chance to, he was already popping open the button of her jeans.

She reached for his belt, tugging at it.

“For a little virgin, you sure know how to undress a man.”

He finished with her jeans, shoving them down before she dragged his down and knelt in front of him.

Her face was on fire, but she wasn’t going to back down. She wanted this, and what Doc offered, she really craved.

It was stupid, reckless, but it was something she wanted.

Without a second moment to doubt herself, she pulled down his boxer briefs, and his cock sprang out.

The cock was already swollen, pre-cum leaking out of the tip. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, she took the head of his length into her mouth, moaning as his taste slid across her tongue. Closing her eyes, she took more of him until he hit the back of her throat, before pulling back.

She didn’t release him as Doc gripped her head, denying her.

“Suck it properly.”

Staring up the length of his body, she moaned around his dick as he went deep into her mouth. This time, she didn’t stop. With her gaze still on him, she fought past her gag reflex and sucked him to her throat. Even as it was a struggle to breathe, she saw she’d taken him by surprise.

Jo may have had only one lover in her entire life, but that didn’t for a second mean she came close to a virgin. She had skills that would blow Doc’s mind, and she was no longer afraid to use them.

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Rocking his hips, Doc filled her mouth, stretching those lips wide as she sucked him in deep. She took him, and as he pulled out, her nostrils flared as she took a breath. This woman knew how to deep-throat, and not only that, he was fucking addicted to the way her eyes were on him.

He had to listen to Mandy talk about this woman constantly. She truly believed he’d like her, and well, Jo on her knees, sucking his dick, what wasn’t to like?

Knowing she’d only been with one man was a turn-on to him. He wanted to be the one and only man for her.

He yanked on her hair, pulling her mouth away from his dick. The length was covered in his pre-cum and her saliva.

He picked her up with ease. She wasn’t a light woman, but her curves, he wanted them wrapped around him as he fucked her hard. Throwing everything off his desk, he placed her down on the center, spreading her thick thighs.

She was already so wet, and as he pressed his hand to her panties, he felt the dampness against his palm.

Sliding his fingers beneath the material, he pulled, tearing at the white fabric. For the rest of the night, she wouldn’t be needing them.

Her pussy was nicely trimmed, and she looked so incredibly neat. Caressing through the smattering of curls, he heard her groan.

“Did sucking my cock turn you on?”

“Yes.”

Her lips opened, and he stroked over her clit, loving the sound of her gasp and moan. He wanted to know exactly how tight she was, and as he slid his fingers inside her, this time, he groaned.

She was exactly how he imagined. Her pussy squeezed his fingers, and as he twisted inside, stroking her, she screamed his name.

He normally didn’t like to hear a woman make her fake moans. With Jo, this wasn’t fake. She wasn’t trying to please him.

She was here because she wanted to be. Not for his President’s patch. For his dick.