Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,130

last pump, I sit up and pull my tank top over my head. Road’s eyes go wide as his eyes land on my breasts. I’m not large, thank goodness, carrying bazookas on my front with a fifty-five pound weight on my back would be a bit too much, but I hope he’s satisfied with what I’ve got. They’re perky, kept that way by the amount of exercise I do to stay fit.

The gratified smile curving his lips suggests he’s in no way disappointed, nor in how his hands reach for me. He seems fixated on my dark pink nipples, which harden just from the attention paid to them by his eyes. When his fingertips graze them, I breathe in a gasp of air, as tingles shoot down my spine, and make my clit come to life.

Shamelessly, I push my breasts further into his hands. He plumps them, then grins up at me. I realise I don’t need to hear words, his upward curved mouth and sparkling eyes show his appreciation, and oh yeah, he likes.

Rising to my knees, making him pout as I remove his new playthings, I inch down the bed, and hook my fingers like I had last night into the waistband of his boxers. This time he makes no move to prevent me, doing the opposite instead, lifting his hips to help me take them off.

I don’t normally give head. I’m in charge in bed, men serve me. They get off in my cunt when I’m ready. But Road? I want to please him, and that cock, well, it’s mouthwatering. Lowering my face, I sweep my tongue over the head where pre-cum is already leaking. His hips jerk, and I notice his hands, now lying at his sides, are fisting.

In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say back home. Encouraged by his reaction, I take more of him into my mouth. He’s too big for me to take his whole length, but the tension in his loins, together with little jerks of his hips suggests even this is pleasing him as I suck and lick those delicious veins, lapping up further pre-cum that leaks from the tip.

Suddenly I’m lifted by Road’s strong arms and I’m flat on my back, and he’s sweeping my own sleep shorts down. I raise one knee, then the other, and finally help by toeing them off.

I’ve no embarrassment being naked in front of him. My stomach is flat, my pubic hair neat and well maintained. I keep myself in good shape. While I might not win a beauty pageant, I’m confident in my looks. Though I rarely bother to use makeup, only if the occasion calls for it, I’m certain I could rival most of the strippers he comes across, well the less curvy ones anyway. If I entertained any doubts he didn’t like what he sees, that fire in his eyes would have erased them.

Slowly, tortuously slowly, he parts my thighs, staring at my cunt for a moment. Then, with a quick grin my way, he lowers his face and starts his administrations.

Somehow I had known Road wouldn’t disappoint. Unlike some men I’ve been with, he needs no instructions. He tries one thing, and depending on my reaction, either does it again, or tries something different. His mouth works, sucking, then his tongue licks and his teeth tighten.

My hips trap his head, my strong muscles holding him to me. He broadens his shoulders and uses his own strength to push them apart, giving himself more room to work, and finds my slit and laps my cream. His tongue delves deep inside me, then rises back to my clit, as he swaps it for first one finger, and then adds another. Again, no instruction is required, and he finds my g-spot unerringly. I gasp…

He retreats. The bastard is teasing me. One glare down toward his face and he stares back cockily, unrepentant at leaving me on the edge.

Then he resumes his work, ramping up my desires so I’m again teetering on the brink, when once more he ceases.

I could scream with frustration. My body bows, my mouth begs though I can’t hear my words.

I’m almost at the point of pushing him away and finishing myself off, when he lowers his head, and once again, begins to assault me. This time, thank fuck, he doesn’t stop.

It’s hard to get air into my lungs as my body completely freezes. I know it’s coming, but to the point, I don’t know whether