Page 62 of Johnny Gun

Isolde’s face burned between shyness and the need to obey his command. Sliding her hips forward on the chair, she fondled her throbbing nub up and down.

“I’ll help you.”

Johnny spread her labia ever so gently. She shivered. Her arousal magnified when he lifted her right knee off the chair, splaying her sex even wider.

“You have the prettiest pussy, baby girl, and I’m going to eat it whole.” He moved fast. In a moment, he took her from the chair to the bed. He stood at the edge, his aroused cock tenting the towel making an amazing image as his gaze slowly took her in.

“You.” She pointed at his erection.

“This?” He studied himself. “Not me. You make me hard. Bend your legs and drop your knees to the sides.”

As soon as she obeyed, he discarded the towel, positioned his shoulders between her feet, then buried his face in her sex.

Every part of his face was an instrument of sensuality and arousal. Nothing was left unused. Each one excited her in different and new ways. The tender assault of his chin to her mons, his nose burrowing and searching through her folds seeking her essence, his lips and teeth suckling and nibbling her clit without pause. Finally, his tongue invaded her sheath, and she spiraled to unfamiliar regions. She was caught in a whirlwind ofexcitement. Out of the depths of her consciousness, the climax rolled out like a wave, and she bucked her hips against him to bring it on.

“Not yet.” He lifted his head, arresting the wave’s momentum. Her juices mixed with his saliva glistened erotically on his face.

“But…”

“I said not yet.”

With that, he crawled up to meet her eyes close up. He kissed her nose. “I love you.” Changing directions, he kissed her cheeks and forehead. “I love you.”

“And I you,” she murmured, overwhelmed with his passionate tenderness. There was nothing weak or soft about her biker Daddy. Same as his personality, his love was fierce and intense.

“Give me your mouth.” He took it without waiting for her response. Gently, he impregnated what was left of her musky flavor on her taste buds as his tongue probed and caressed her depths.

“Do you like how you taste?”

“I’ve never…”

“I know.” He grinned. “It’s all new, but do you like your taste?”

Lord, she did. She loved her flavor and what he was making her do. Nodding, she whispered, “I do.”

“Good.” Johnny moved to her side, then rolled her onto her belly. He massaged her shoulders, kissed her lower back, and nibbled on her butt cheeks. “You’re so beautiful and precious. I’ll never get tired of loving you, baby doll. I’m going to show you all kinds of naughty things, and we’re going to have a lot of fun.”

Grasping her hips, he lifted Isolde to her knees. Following her instincts, she propped herself on her elbows as he settled himself close behind. The hair on his legs brushed and caressed the backs of her thighs. She stiffened a little when his cock nudged her.

“Naughty things like these.” Bending over her, he whispered in her ear. At the same time, he moved a butt cheek aside to slidehis cock down her crack and to her pussy. The subservience of this position heightened her excitement with a stark new awareness. She was a submissive and desired to be handled, to revel in his dominance. When she wiggled her ass, asking for more, he lightly pinched her flesh.

“I knew you’d like this. You’re a Little and a natural submissive. Don’t worry. My cock will fill your ass too. You’re going to feel me everywhere. You’re mine, Isolde. Do you hear me?”

“Yes! And you’re mine too, Daddy.”

“Fuck, you bet I am. Now, turn over.”

Surprised at his stark command, she hesitated a moment. He slapped her thigh, and she rolled onto her back. His mouth fell on her clit again. This time, he ravaged her nub. He bit hard and pulled at it, causing the wave of climax she’d suppressed to roll out. Nothing could stop it now. Her sheath pulsed wildly, and her body jerked with the intensity of the oncoming release.

“That’s it. Come, now. Give it to me.”

Isolde arched and gasped as one wave after another burst through her sex and rippled out to her limbs and chest. Kneeling between her legs, Johnny ripped a condom packet open with his teeth, then rolled it down his shaft. He lifted her hips, positioned his crown to her opening, and, with a single thrust, impaled his cock to the end of her core. A surprise stab of pain and ecstatic pleasure combined in her mind and soul. As he pumped in and out of her, she shouted her pleasure as she flew into mindless bliss.

A thunderous crash above the house broke into a hazy dream, and Isolde sat up. “What was that?”

“The storm is still around us,” Johnny murmured next to her. He pulled her down to his chest. “You dozed off, and so did I.”

“The rain is beating really hard at the windows. I thought it would’ve passed us by now.”

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