Page 86 of Claimed By My Biker Daddies
My hand fists in her hair as she settles between my thighs, looking up through her lashes, mouth parting over the thick head.
Then she takes me into her mouth.
Her lips close around me and I damn near lose it on the first drag of her tongue.
Hot, wet, velvet-soft, swirling slow under the crown before she sinks lower, her throat catching as I push past her gag.
The sound shoots fire straight through me.
“Christ, Marisa…” I grit, my knuckles whitening in her hair as I guide her down again. She moans around me, the vibration rippling along my shaft, her spit spilling warm down my length, slicking my balls.
She pulls back with a gasp, strings of saliva shining between her lips and my cock.
Her mouth is wrecked and glistening, her eyes wet and wicked. “You like watching me choke on it?” she pants, stroking me once with her fist before licking the head.
“Fuck yes,” I growl, my hips jerking forward helplessly. “Look at you. Drooling on my cock like it’s the only thing you’ll ever beg for.”
She laughs breathlessly, then opens wide and swallows me again.
Her throat works hard, gagging, but she doesn’t stop—she bobs faster, messy and loud, spit bubbling as she fists the base and slurps me deeper.
The room fills with the sound of it: wet, filthy, obscene, every stroke punctuated by her muffled moans.
My thighs tighten, my whole body shaking as I watch her take me, her lips stretched wide, hair tangled in my fist. “That’s it, angel,” I rasp, my voice raw. “Take it. Take all of me.”
She hollows her cheeks, sucking harder, and my cock jerks violently, threatening to spill.
I drag her off with a groan, slick dripping down her chin.
She looks up at me, flushed, breathless, her mouth red and swollen.
I’m panting, my cock slick and twitching, so close I can barely think.
I yank her up by the arms, shove her onto the mattress, and crawl over her, my cock pressing hot and wet against the inside of her thigh.
“Enough teasing,” I growl, lining myself up against her soaked pussy. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
I press her down into the mattress, the head of my cock dragging over her slit, smearing her wet across my length.
Her body jerks with every pass, a little sob catching in her throat when I don’t push in yet.
I grin against her ear, biting it just enough to make her squeal.
“You feel that?” I rasp, grinding against her clit with the thick crown until she gasps, hips rolling up helpless. “That’s me holding back. That’s me letting you ache for it.”
Her nails claw at my shoulders. “Stop teasing. Just?—”
I thrust in hard enough to cut her words short with a cry.
The heat of her wraps around me, tight and slick, and I groan into her neck, my whole body shuddering at the way she clamps down.
I drive slow at first, dragging out, pushing back in until she’s panting under me, biting her lip raw.
“Roman—” she moans, head tossing against the pillow.
“Say it again,” I growl, snapping my hips harder. “Say my name like you mean it.”
Her cry breaks into my chest. “Roman!”
