Page 8 of Biker On The Hill
Reaching out, I let my thick finger glide through her slick pussy.She gasps and I repeat the action, this time scooping up some slickness with my thumb to tease her clit.Her hand grips my shoulder to keep her balance.I lean forward and lick her, letting her taste load my tongue.
A hungry growl rips from me, and I roughly grip her leg to throw it over my shoulder.A squeal rips from her and I feel her hand on my other shoulder tighten in my leather cut as I start to devour her pussy.
I’ve been deprived of sex for well over a year, and it might be why eating Ryett’s pussy skyrockets my lust.Though, the way she rides my face just as fiercely to hunt down her own pleasure heightens my own desire.She explodes into my mouth and moans my name loud enough to bounce off the damn walls.
My cock is ready to blow, but no way am I coming in my damn pants.Scrambling to my feet, I quickly scoop her up and place her back against the wall.My hand is already between us, freeing my cock and it’s sliding through her wet as fuck pussy with my next breath.
The time to think evaporates as I slowly sink down in her tight, hot, slippery channel and start to roughly thrust in and out as if I need to finish in record time.The heel of her foot is pressing my ass, urging me on.
“Harder,” she growls, nails raking my skull.
I clench my ass with each hard thrust forward, and I swear the wall shakes, making the paintings shake.We’re both too consumed in one another to care.Worlds could collide and we’d still be fucking in oblivion.
Her walls clamp down on me, the feeling spurring my desire to higher levels.My balls slap, grunts rip from me, and I know I’m damn close.Thank fuck Ryett calls out my name in pure bliss once again as she comes beautifully around my cock this time.
Finally, I let go and groan out my release.I give her every damn drop I have to give, realizing I didn’t put a condom on.The thought doesn’t even spike a reaction, and I just keep pumping my hips, making sure her pussy is filled to the brim.
Ryett’s head falls forward, snuggling into the crook of my neck where her breath fans over my sweat coated skin.I have to sidestep for balance.Fuck.My energy is completely drained.On the other hand, my brain feels reenergized and my cock twitches when she clenches the walls of her pussy.
“You should take that shower now,” Ryett murmurs, a hint of laughter in her voice.
I grip her thigh and give a little squeeze.“Sounds good, but I’m taking you with me to clean you up before I fuck that sweet pussy dirty again.”
A soft moan along with the clenching of her pussy tells me she agrees with my plan, and I start to turn to head for the hallway when the doorbell rings.
“Shit,” Ryett grumbles.“Who could that be?”
The corner of my mouth twitches when I gently place her back on her feet.My cum starts to slide out of her pussy.The sight is a first for me, and I have to say, the sight is definitely a turn on.
Ryett reaches for her panties and grumbles a few curses while she quickly pulls them, along with her jeans, back on.I shove my cock back into my jeans and zip up, watching her fine ass wander off to the door where someone is now knocking impatiently.I’m annoyed, by the interference as well as the impatient knocking.
“Hold your damn horses,” Ryett mutters and opens the door.
A man pushes his way inside and instantly starts to shove his finger into Ryett’s face.“I want you out of my house.Now, bitch.All of this is mine, it was never yours.Leave or I’ll sue and make sure you have to sell that stupid bookstore of yours along with it, because I will take every penny you have.”
Ryett’s face is as pale as a sheet when she whispers, “No.You’re wrong.”
I have no clue who the fucker is since his back is to me, but Ryett’s reaction is making me see red.I might be just freshly released from prison and not itching to get back, but right now I’m not having any issues with killing this fucker who is threatening a woman my cock was bare inside of mere seconds ago.
Striding to them, I grab the fucker by the shoulder and roughly shove him away from Ryett.He whirls around to face me and it’s then I realize who the fucker is.Vance Olson, the father of the man I killed and went to jail for.What the hell is he doing here?Wait.Did he say it’s his house?
“You,” Vance growls.
The man was angry a moment ago, but pure evil is flaring up in his eyes now.
“You’re supposed to be in jail,” he sneers.
I calmly shrug.“Nope.Haven’t you heard?I’m a free man now.”
He places his hands on my pecs and tries to give me a shove.I don’t even have to step back to balance myself, the idiot is not even half my size and smells like pot.I doubt he works or has a steady job.
The last time the club ran a check on him he was a lowlife with a rap sheet filled with shoplifting, and the rest of his time he spent sitting on his ass smoking pot and snorting whatever drugs he can buy up his nose.Looks, and smells, like nothing much has changed since.
“Impossible,” Vance seethes.“I’m calling my brother.You’re a fugitive.A killer who belongs in jail.”
“Brother-in-law,” I correct him.“Go ahead and make the call, he’ll tell you the same thing.I’m a free man.”
Again, with the finger in the face, going from Ryett to mine as he snarls.“This isn’t over.You’re not taking mother’s house.And you, you’re going back in jail for killing my son.”
