Peyton

On his back with his raging cock pointing at the sky, Navarro looked at me with guilt in his eyes. I wrapped my hands around his thick shaft and looked him in the eye. “Watch me. Okay?”

His Adam’s apple rose and then fell. “Okay.”

I worked his cock in and out of my mouth until it was deep in my throat. After the tip caused me to gag a few times, I raised my head and met his gaze.

With wide eyes, he looked back at me.

I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. “See, I’m fine.”

“Uh huh,” he murmured.

I considered sucking his cock for a few more minutes, but I didn’t ponder it for long. The aching in my pussy was more than I could stand. As a result of him sucking my tits into a frenzy and me gratefully gagging on his thick cock, I was more than ready to feel him deep inside of me.

I straddled him and studied his muscled torso. Covered in tattoos and not wearing a shirt, he looked ten times better than he did with one on, that was for sure. I licked my lips at the sight of his chiseled abs.

“Grab my waist,” I said.

He placed his hands against my hips.

“No,” I said with a laugh. I raised his hands to my waist. “Here. My waist.”

I gripped his cock in my hand, hovered over him, and then guided him into me. Although the first attempt didn’t go very deep, feeling him inside of me sucked the air from my lungs. I gulped a breath, raised myself up and then forced him into my drenched pussy again.

And again.

Then, taking his full length, I began to ride his cock like it was the last cock on earth.

I slapped my hands against his chest. “Fuck yes. See? You. Feel. Fucking. Amazing. God, I needed this.”

I thrust my hips back and forth, taking every inch of him in with each downward motion.

“Grab my tits,” I said. “Squeeze ‘em.”

As I continued to fuck him like a woman on some kind of a once-in-a-lifetime sexual mission, he began to squeeze and suck my boobs.

His mood soon changed from the overcautious protector to bad-ass biker, and it was exactly what I needed. While nibbling on my tits, he bit into one of my nipples. Hard. I wailed out from the extreme mixture of pleasure from the pain.

“Ouch!”

His eyes shot wide, and he pulled away.

“Do it again,” I gasped. “Bite me.”

He sank his teeth into my nipples gently and eventually began to bite them. I closed my eyes and continued to fuck him with all I had. As the bed creaked from my frantic thrusts, my breathing became irregular, and I felt somewhat embarrassed.

I was reaching climax, and he wasn’t.

I tried my best to hide my pleasure, hoping to slip an orgasm past him without his knowledge. As my emotions began to mount, I closed my eyes and allowed the orgasm to shoot through me like an electric shock.

I shook from head to toe, and the pace of my strokes slowed considerably.

Exhausted and feeling rather sensitive in the downtown region, I climbed from his cock and bought myself a moment’s time.

I stroked his cock a few times, then began to suck it like I was in a timed event, trying to beat the clock. His hips began to lift from the bed slightly, and when I realized it, I raised my mouth from the tip and fought to catch my breath.

“Fuck my mouth.”

“What?”

“Fuck. My. Mouth.”

“Get on your knees.”

I complied. He got off the bed and stood in front of me with his thick cock sticking straight out, he gripped my head in his hands, and began to shove his cock down my throat.

“That’s right, suck that cock,” he growled.

Oh, God yes.

Talk dirty to me.

He forced himself deep into my throat, causing my eyes to water from the force. “I’m going to make you gag on this motherfucker if it’s the last thing I do.”

After a few seconds my eyes began to bulge, and I slapped my hand against his thigh, tapping out.

He pulled himself from my mouth, and immediately after I gasped a breath, he forced himself right back into my throat.

“You’re a good little bitch,” he growled. “Now suck that cock like you know you can.”

He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, forcing the tip of his dick into to the soft flesh in my throat. I reached down and fingered my clit as the shaft of his cock stretched my mouth wide. Nick’s trust that I was not broken was bringing me dangerously close to another orgasm. I pulled myself away and fought to catch a breath. As I gasped for air, he lifted me from the floor by my arms.

“Bend over,” he said.

Fuck yes.

I bent over the end of the bed and hiked my ass high in the air. I was soaked and more than ready for whatever he had to offer.

He seized me from behind, slid in with ease, and began to fuck me deeply. In no time, he had my hair in his hand, his muscular chest pressed into my back, and his mouth on my right ear.

“I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with cum,” he breathed.

Oh God.

“Full,” he said.

Please…

My body began to tingle.

I spread my feet wider. His balls began tapping a tune on my clit with each stroke. I bit into my lower lip, prepared for the orgasm of the century, and waited.

A few strokes later, and my eyes went wide. I felt like I was on the verge of coming apart. I wanted to scream for him to stop, fearing something was wrong, but before I had a chance to throw in the towel, I exploded.

“Ohmyfuckinggod!” I stammered. “Ohmyfuckinggod!”

I must have repeated myself half a dozen times as the jolts ran through me like mini-lightning bolts.

His cock swelled, and he pulled my hair taught. “Fuck yes!” he wailed. “Here I come!”

His breath went from grunts against my neck and face to irregular fits of breathing that burst out into the open room.

And he came.

Another orgasm shot through me as I felt him discharge into my cervix. I cried out in pleasure, gripped the comforter tight in my hands, and came close to crying from the pleasure I felt.

Seconds later we had collapsed side-by-side on the bed, our legs dangling over the edge, and our arms draped to the sides.

He turned to the side and gripped my neck in his hand. I sighed and met his gaze as he pulled against my neck, forcing my lips to his. A few kisses later, and he pulled away and looked me in the eye.

“My little bitch,” he said.

Hearing that wouldn’t have made very many women happy, but I wasn’t very many women.

“I sure am.”