Page 30 of The Biker and the Gamer
Once he feels my submission, he ends the kiss, but with an ellipsis. By my jaw still seized in his grip, he shoves me back and I collide among the pillows. It’s as if he’s saying,you asked for this.
Using one knee, he knocks my legs apart, then rips off my shorts and thong with an unapologetic fierceness.
I’m boiling with need, my chest rising and falling at an uneven pace. I watch his long, sexy arm as it descends between my thighs, and when contact is finally made, two fingers sliding along my seam through my gushing slickness, my hips buck up off the bed.
“Alec…” I gasp.
He stares down at me, his lips parting while his fingers part me, rubbing, swirling, and delving. In his eyes, excitement dances as he watches me writhe under his touch. This is his thing, I realize. To watch me fall apart and know he’s the reason for it.
“You want my mouth on you, Kendra?” he asks, almost tauntingly.
“Fuck…you,” I gasp out, even as I shudder under his ministrations.
His smile is wicked, roguish. “Not quite yet.”
And then he stops. Fingers gone. Leaving me deprived.
“Wait, no—wha—” I push up on my elbows to see him laying himself supine across the bed, his head almost hanging off the edge.
“Come for it,” he tells me. “Sit on my face. Feed me.”
Who the hell is this person? A bedroom bully, that’s who.
Not that I’m complaining. I’m loving it.
Wired and on fire, I don’t argue. I crawl over to him and straddle his face. I’ve never been so hot for it. Burning.
“You smell like heaven,” he whispers, and then his mouth is on me.
The noise that leaves me, something akin to a stifled scream, is long, loud, and prolonged. I’m almost embarrassed by it. Then, as if he’s some sort of a pro or something, he begins eating me out. Hella good. I throw my head back, mouth agape, and undulate my hips. I swear the man’s tongue is like a live wire, powered and electric, sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through me. Every string in my body is coiled tight, threatening to snap.
He reaches up and pinches my nipples, twisting and fondling, increasing my already intense pleasure. His hands fall to my hips, fingers pressing into my flesh as he raises me just briefly enough to command, “Fuck my face, baby. Go wild.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Already driven to the edge by his tongue, I reach down, grab his head, and begin rocking my hips back and forth, competing with each controlled flick of his tongue. When I look down at him, his eyes are alive, excited, ablaze. My pleasure delights him.Bigtime.
As my legs begin trembling beyond control and my eyes roll back in my head, my movements become sloppy and I’m all over his face—nose, chin, jaw.
When I feel his hands back on my hips, keeping me still, I know it’s game over for me. He gave me control and I lost it. So he’s reclaiming it.
With his tongue, he parts my slit, then sucks on my clit. And that’s it, I’m gone. I rock forward and buck into a spasm as he suctions my orgasm right out of me like he’s its master.
Fingers gripping tightly in his hair, a cry rips from my throat. “Shit, Alec, shitshitshit—fuuuck!”
It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve had in a long, long time. In fact, I’ve only ever come close to this level of intensity through masturbation.
He laves at me, petting me with gentle licks until I slowly climb down from my high.
Limp and sapped, I collapse to the side, off him completely. Gasping for breath, I feel him peel up from the bed, but I’m too out of it to pay attention. There are sounds of movement around the room, a rustle here, a shuffle there.
When he comes into view again, it’s enough to jolt energy back into me.
Gloriously nude, he stands at the side of the bed stroking the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. Even clothed in latex, its beauty shines through. I’d known, based on his lanky build, that his tool would be long; anticipated it. But I didn’t expect his impressive girth. He’s got the most perfect penis. Just the right length, the right level of thickness, not too straight and not too curved. No ugly veins. Just…. perfect.
“It’s beautiful,” I hear myself say, mesmerized.
He chuckles. “I know.” Then he locks his fingers around my ankles like shackles and drags me to the edge of the bed. “Rest time’s over.”
Wholeheartedly agreeing, I part my legs for him and bend them to my chest. Dying to have that beautiful cock inside me.
