When Jigsaw got up to the room, Kimber was waiting for him in nothing other than those sexy fishnets and a black, lace push-up bra. His cock was instantly hard and all thoughts of Sidewinder, The Knightriders and New Jersey were gone for the time being. She stood up from the bed and he put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. He slid his other hand up her back to the base of her neck and wound his fingers up in her silky hair. He pulled her head back and bent down and covered her mouth with his. The kiss was hot and dark and desperate as they licked and sucked at each other's lips and tongues. She had her hands on his shoulders and her fingernails dug wildly into his skin. He slid the arm around her waist up and unhooked her bra, stepping back just enough to allow it to fall off her. God, he loved her perfect breasts. They weren't huge, but they sat up high and they were full and he loved to bury his face in them. He pulled her up off her feet and did just that, nuzzling his face into her skin and then beginning to lick, and suck while she moaned and whimpered. Her nipples were huge and rock hard and his tongue loved them. He rolled them and nibbled on them and sucked them in between his lips. When he finally lowered her feet to the floor he could feel that she was shaking all over and he had to hold her up. She squeaked with surprise as he grabbed her waist with both of his hands and spun her around to face the wall.

She was panting as he lifted her arms and pressed her palms into the wood. Once he had her braced he finally took hold of the elastic band of those fishnet stockings and slowly, he began to roll them off her. He rolled them down her hips and over her perfect, round ass. She sucked in a hard breath when he began to peel them off her thighs, letting his hands brush up high without actually touching her pussy. She was so wet that he felt the moisture on the backs of his hands and his fingers ached to touch her clit...but, all in good time. Jigsaw loved to tease her. He loved to get her so worked up that she was like a little wildcat, clawing and biting at him while he fucked her. He finished taking off the stockings, kissing the backs of her calves as he pulled them down and finally tossing them aside. She was shaking even harder then, so he used one of his thighs to keep her braced against the wall while he stripped off his shirt. He held onto her with one hand while he took off his pants and shorts. He had to kick off his boots to get his jeans all the way off, and then at last they were both naked.

He pressed into her from behind first, just feeling her warm, silky skin against his chest and hard cock. She was moaning and pressing her ass back into him, trying to get him to take her. He slid a hand down over her hard nipples and down her flat stomach, finally reaching the treasure between her legs. She was sopping wet and he play in it with his fingers, massaging her outer lips until she was whining and panting out his name. Finally, he spun her around so she was facing him, but he still had her pressed into the wall. She reached down immediately and took hold of his rock hard, throbbing cock, wrapping it up in her hand like a warm cocoon. She began to stroke it and now it was his turn to moan and gasp or breath. He loved the feel of her silky palm against his hot skin. She knew exactly how to hold him, how to stroke him, how to bring him to the brink of an orgasm and insanity all at once.

The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room and while she teased and tantalized him with her fingers and palm, he put his hand back down between her legs and the sound of her gasp sent a chill down his spine. He loved how responsive she was to him. It didn't matter the time of day, the place, the position...she was always ready for him and he fucking loved it. He explored that sweet, wet pussy with his fingers, pressing against her clit with his thumb while he teased her lips and rocked his own hips in time to her strokes. The harder he stroked her clit, the sexier the sounds were that came out of her mouth. Jigsaw was addicted to those sounds. He was just like an addict...just a taste of them made him not want, but need more. Each time he heard them he got a little bit higher and it consumed every part of his brain, making the pleasure receptor go wild with ecstasy.

Suddenly he couldn't take another second of not being connected to her. He had to be inside of her. He physically ached for the feel of the silky walls of her pussy clamped around him...sucking him in as deeply as he could possibly go. He grabbed her underneath her butt and slid her up his body until she wrapped her legs around his waist. He loved the muscles in her thighs and she used them now to grip onto him, like she was on the back of a Harley and gripping the cold steel, holding on for life. He pressed her back harder into the wall, moved her body into place and finally slid her down his pulsing rod. They both cried out and Jigsaw let out a groan. Nothing felt better than being inside of Kimber...fucking nothing. He started to rock into her, pulling his cock in and out of her pussy as he gripped onto the plump, round cheeks of her ass. He kissed her lips and her cheeks and the side of her nose. Then he kissed each one of her eyelids and down the side of her face where beads of sweat had accumulated and her silky hair lay wet and curling. He slid his lips down and latched onto her neck like it was a nipple, sucking pieces of it into his mouth. She was getting louder and her fingernails were slicing his skin like tiny little knives. He wasn't complaining though. He loved it. He loved everything about fucking her. He loved everything about kissing her and touching her. He loved everything about loving her.

He slipped one of his hands around, holding her up with one arm and using the fingers of the other hand to find her clit. He began to fuck her harder and faster, slamming her back into the wall and stroking her swollen, hard clit at the same time. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jesus Jigsaw...fuck baby! Oh God! Don't stop!” she was screaming it out and he didn't care if everyone in the clubhouse heard her. As a matter of fact it kind of turned him on thinking they did. He didn't care who knew she was his. He didn't care who knew how much he enjoyed her and her him. He would yell it from the rooftops if necessary, just so everyone knew that she was his. He fucked her faster, harder, more desperately. She bounced up and down on his cock like it was a saddle and she was riding a wild stallion. Each thrust, every bounce, every movement brought the tip of his cock slamming into the deepest recesses of her most intimate place. Her breathing and the way her body was beginning to tighten told him that she was ready to come. He slid his mouth down her neck again and sucked one of her breasts into his mouth. She screamed out his name when he bit down on it and said, “Oh my God Jig...I'm going to come.”

“Come for me, baby,” he said, with his mouth still surrounding that big, round nipple. He took his hand off her clit and concentrated on holding her tightly and pounding into her as he rubbed the rough stubble on his face against her soft, sensitive skin.

“Oh God! Fuck! I'm coming...” Jigsaw felt the warm rush of liquid just as her body tensed and every one of her beautiful muscles became rock hard. She dropped her head back into the wall, grit her teeth and screamed out his name. Her body was slick with sweat and she let it slide up an down his chest while she rocked on his cock and worked herself through what looked like an earth-shattering orgasm. The sounds she was making and the look on her face sent him hurtling toward his own orgasm. When she stopped rocking and seemed to regain her wits for a second, he felt her tighten those already tight velvet muscles around his shaft and two thrusts later his body exploded with warmth that filled her up. She slid her arms all the way around his shoulders then and buried her face in his neck. He loved the feel of her warm breaths against his skin and the feel and the smell of her silky hair in his face. He fucking loved her and he couldn't imagine what he'd been doing with his life this whole time without her. Some days the idea of finding out who he was scared him. He looked at that tattoo on his body of Apollo and Delilah and he hoped that there wasn't a woman out there somewhere that he'd already promised himself to. Because, if that was the case, it would be a promise that he'd have to break.