I roll my body, running my pussy over his face, and he's the perfect seat. His tongue works me over and his hand, wet from my pussy, rubs cum all over my nipples. His touch is electric and my nipples are tingling from his tongue. I like that my cum and his fingers are all over them. When he squeezes my breasts in big, possessive handfuls, I have to lean my hands flat against the wall and take a deep breath. I am trying to regain some ounce of my composure, but the way that my pussy angles when I lean forward? I'm drowning him, for sure, and the way his nose is pressing against me even seals the deal. I'm shaking around him and he's working me over. I look down at the smug look on his face.
"I'm coming!" I scream it out and I don't give a fuck that all the other bikers must know now. I only care that the biker I'm riding knows it. My body is writhing all around him and he pulls me back down against the bed and pumps his fingers into me again and his face laps up all the cum gushing from me. It is a lot. I feel like my head is erupting and my whole body is turning to liquid. I'm so wet, and coming so hard. "Harlan!" I cry out his name when the waves start to subside and I would collapse if I wasn't already lying down.
That's when he tears down his pants, his boxers, and slides his cock into my pussy while I'm still trembling from that second orgasm. My whole trembling body is wrapped up in him, his legs entwining with mine, his arms closing over mine. The hard wall of his chest pressing into my breasts. I feel small, tiny, underneath this powerful biker scooping me up. I'm shaking all around him, still wet and trembling, and he's filling me up and stretching me with his cock. My body is getting used to the feel of him. I think my body is made to take his cock, the way he feels inside me. I imagine that he's sunk exactly into the spot where he belongs in me. I run my hands up and down his powerful back, holding him to me even though we couldn't be more together. I feel like I can't touch him enough. Fuck, him sliding into me like this is exactly what I needed. His mouth is on my neck now, his lips driving me crazier with every kiss and nibble. He licks me and I think about how wickedly good that tongue is.
He trails up to kiss my mouth and I taste us together on his lips. My cum, his taste, and we taste perfect together. My back arches beneath him and he gathers my wrists up and presses them over my head, and starts pumping into me. Long strokes. He's almost completely pulling out of me and sliding back and I'm on fire with his every touch. I moan into his mouth, sure to explode from my desire. How can he fuck me so good that an orgasm never has time to plummet? I just keep flying in total ecstasy. The intensity of the orgasms and the continued pleasure give me my own second wind of strength and I work my hips up. He's strong and he's on top of me, but I can fuck him while he fucks me. Our bodies are wet, smacking together, and his long strokes become deep ones, and now he's not leaving me to pump those strokes. Harlan lets go of my wrists still over my head and grabs my ankles pulling them up. He's ramming his cock so deep into me now I cry out and my legs quake. He's hitting every damn inch of my pleasure and then some. My eyes are rolling back in my head, and my mouth goes slack. He trails down and licks my nipples, capturing the sweat sheen surrounding me and my cum he rubbed all over them earlier. Capturing my nipple in his teeth, he makes me arch up into his mouth and scream out.
"Ya gonna come again for me, Becca? Guess you just need another good fuck," he groans over my captured nipple.
I try to answer but my mouth opens and all that comes out are moans.
"That's right," Harlan says smugly.
Well, he's got a right to be smug. I'm shaking around him like I'm butt-naked in a snowstorm, another wave of orgasm tearing through my body. His cock goes from rock hard to titanium and diamond hard inside me, and he slams in to the hilt. His hands go up to my neck and he wraps his fingers around me just enough to make us orgasm together in one very heady, dizzying moment. Harlan's cock empties a huge load of his cum inside me, and my shaking pussy squeezes and milks every drop out. The rest of me is shaking uncontrollably, but my pussy is going to squeeze him for dear life so he knows just how hard I'm coming. His hands release my neck and he rolls me over so that I'm on top of him. I'm sitting up now and I lie down on top of him, curling against him. His arms wrap around me and I breathe him in. His dripping cock and my sopping pussy stay interlocked as long as I'm awake and I'm utterly spent. I don't know exactly when, but I totally fall asleep right there in biker prince charming's arms. The way they feel wrapped around me is as heavenly as his huge cock still buried in my pussy.
When I wake up, who knows how long later, Harlan is asleep. I don't realize it at first, but when I do, I am mesmerized by how calm he is. The way his breathing in and out seems like such a change from the rabid pussy monster and fucking demon that was fucking me earlier. I don't want to bother him.
His cock is still in me and when I slide a little to the side it rolls out of me, and I moan a little at the exit. It makes me tremble. After that last workout with Harlan, surely I thought my body could calm down, but I'm pouting. Pouting because now I want him back in me. Right now though I just want to curl up against him, but I can't help but look at his face while he's unguarded and asleep. I feel a yawn of all things coming on so I start to pull away from him for just a second and he pulls me back against him. I feel dumb—yawns are basically silent but, like, I didn't want to disturb him. And then he pulls me against him and I'm gone over this. Like, he's asleep and his reaction is to pull me against him. I don't think Harlan strikes me as the always-a-cuddler type. Maybe this is my ego but I think he knows it's me. I can't help but do something silly, and I lean forward and kiss his cheek.
"Becca," he whispers my name. I can tell he's tired, too, but that was my name he just said.
My heart flutters for a moment and I curl back up against him. I decide to catch some more sleep because I need my energy for how I'm going to have to fuck him when he and I both wake up. We need our rest because I'm going to give this biker the ride of his life.
"Let's get your sticky ass into the shower."
I wake to a playful Harlan squeezing my ass.
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p; "No funny business, sir, I'm all about being clean and pure," I offer back with a stretch. Really though, I want to get him back in this bed and I want to ride him. He's been all in charge and I'm sure that's what he's used to. I'm not complaining. But I want to get on top of him and make him come hard because of how I fuck him. I gotta return the favor. This man drains all the cum out of me like he's trying to commit death by orgasm. I laugh at the thought.
"I thought you said no funny business?" Harlan says. "What're you laughing at, Becca?"
When he says my name, my face heats, thinking about how he said it while he was sleeping. "Oh, just thinking about how you're trying to murder me with orgasms. I figure I'd return the favor," I say and watch him raise an eyebrow at that. "After the shower. Gotta get clean before we get dirty."
"I think I like the sound of that," Harlan says, wrapping his hand around mine and leading me to the shower. His hand feels good in mine. Even this simple little act, after how he cuddled me to him and said my name in his sleep, has my head spinning. Whirling full of possibilities.
I think showering is going to be more difficult than I thought. Now that I consider that I'm looking at his wet naked body and thinking about all the things that I want to do to him. A body like his is made for everything naughty. We step under the water and I'm struggling to think about things like washing my hair when I'm thinking about how I wanna drop to my knees and suck his cock. For a moment I think maybe he can wash my hair and I can focus on sucking his cock, but I push away the thought. Down girl, I tell my lady parts. First, we bathe. Then we get filthy.
I remember my earlier plans to tease him while I lather up my hair. I turn away from him both to step away from the water while I wash my hair and to not look at him so that I can focus. I don't think I can stand the idea of both riding his cock and teasing him. I become a big ol' softie with a rock hard biker inside of me, who would've thought it?
Harlan leans forward to grab a bottle and his cock brushes against my ass. Oh, that so wasn't a coincidence or an accident. I bite my lip and resist the urge to wiggle my ass on his cock. His hand slips down and just about touches my pussy and then he grabs something else.
Here I am thinking about not teasing him, and he's doing exactly that. Still, I'm fucking loving it. I'm not raising the stakes here; I'm looking to return the favor. No one has ever made my body feel the things that his body has done to mine. If there is a book on how to please Becca, then Harlan wrote it. Fuck, my whole body feels less tense than I ever have in my life. I step back to rinse my hair and he's already got the shower head angled for him and his fingers are running through my hair. How very helpful. See? Not the man that needs teasing. He deserves to be pleased. I'm going to ride his cock until I have to bow out from exhaustion. We soap up and wordlessly wash ourselves, but something passes between us. It's more than just knowing we're about to fuck. The current of electricity between us is definitely one of lust because of that, but something more is in the air and I don't know quite what. I remember what Harlan said about me trying to escape and I think to myself, no, I'm not hiding out here. I'm not ordering him around. I just feel...found when I'm with him.
When we step out of the shower, the cold air gives me instant chills. Harlan hands me a towel, and I watch him dry off and then wrap the towel around his waist. How can such a sexy man be up this close and personal with me right now? I want to tear off that towel and lick every inch of his body. In fact, it doesn't sound like such a bad idea. I reach out and pull his towel off, letting my own drop to the floor. I wrap my hand around his cock and start to stroke him in my fist. He's rock hard and giving me a grin that has me instantly sticky with arousal between my thighs. Fuck, how can a smile make a girl's pussy so wet? That smile is a great ride and an amazing sight. Licking my lips, I watch his eyes follow my tongue. I part my lips slightly and watch that look of anticipation play out on his ruggedly handsome features.
Harlan pulls my hand off his cock and picks me up. I yelp and wrap my legs around him. He carries me back to the bedroom and back to the bed. He sits me on the edge of the bed and I reach out for his cock. Stroking the shaft, I put just the head in my mouth and suck, looking at him when my wet mouth closes over his cock. I watch for how he reacts as I slide him deeper into my mouth until I'm taking all of him. I bob my head back and forth, sucking his cock fast. His hands gather up my hair into a ponytail and handle and he presses my head in time with how I'm sucking him. I know how he likes to fuck my face, so I start to work him faster and bring my hands to cup his balls. His breathing goes ragged and I feel his hands squeeze around my hair more as he starts to pump my head over his cock more. I love when he takes charge. I like that Harlan doesn't think I'm fragile. He fucks me like I'm unbreakable and when I'm with him, that's exactly how I feel. I want him to come, but he has other ideas. I feel his balls loading up and how steel hard his rod gets in my mouth, but he pulls his cock out of my mouth and releases my hair.
I start to regain my normal breathing rhythm, my heart racing.
"Not so fast, I was promised a ride," Harlan explains.
I point to the headboard and he goes and sets against it. I climb aboard and slide down on his dick, slowly, watching his face as I take every inch of his cock.
"You like that monster in your pussy, don't you Becca?"
I suck in my lips and nod, starting to ride him.