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to toe.

Damn, that felt good.

He eased closer. Her mouth parted and his cock disappeared between her lips, until he was seated halfway into her warm, wet recess. With slow swirls her tongue danced around his length. Sliding up one side and then curling around the head of his shaft, applying pressure on the small slit. Then the suction came, a pull that nearly buckled his knees. The light scrape of her teeth set his hips in motion.

His fingers tightened in her hair. She moaned, the sound a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Fuck me, baby.” She took him deeper, and then eased him out until just the head of his cock was in her mouth. Her tongue swirled again around the crown. “Yeah. Like that. Nice and slow.” On another stroke she took him to the back of her throat. “God, baby. Yes.” Her eyes watered. Her nostrils widened with each strangled breath, but she took him deeper. The muscles in her neck tightened, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him in earnest.

He hissed before inhaling a tight breath. Then she swallowed. Her throat muscles pressed and convulsed around him. His balls slammed against the base of his cock.

Fuck! He was going to lose it.

Before he could pull from her warmth he exploded, filling her mouth with his semen. He couldn’t stop trembling as jet after jet splashed against the back of her throat. Her eyes widened. She made a little choking sound.

Shit! What had he done?

Her eyelids slid closed. The soft, sated moan she released made his toes curl. She wanted his seed. And if he questioned the fact, the way she licked and suckled, wringing every bit of his semen from him until he was spent, erased any doubt.

His heart melted.

When Drew slipped from Zoë’s mouth, her delicate tongue licked her lips like a cat cleaning the cream off her whiskers. Her light-blue eyes opened and she smiled.

“You’re going to be the death of me, baby.”

Her soft and sexy laughter caressed his ears as he assisted her to her feet.

“What’s next?” she asked with a hint of eagerness that thrilled him.

“There isn’t anything sexier than a bound woman on a motorcycle.” A picture of a half-naked woman straddling a motorcycle was a sure way to sell a magazine. Every man’s fantasy was to strip a woman completely free of her clothing, let the leather of the seat caress her swollen folds, then fuck the shit out of her, before going for a ride. In that order, he chuckled silently.

Her Honda 250 CR was securely strapped to the ceiling and floor. It didn’t take long to have her exactly where he wanted her, straddling the bike backward so she was exposed before him. With a little adjustment to the bungee cord around her wrists now in front of her, he lengthened it so that he could run the other hook to the ceiling, raising her arms high above her head.

Toes perched against the foot pegs, she arched her back, presenting him with her delicious breasts. With her thighs parted, the sexy position set his heart pounding and gave him a splendid view of her moist pussy. With a swipe of his finger he skimmed her folds.

She gasped, a tremor shaking her.

“Damn, baby, you’re wet. I can’t wait to taste you.” His finger slipped into his mouth. It was honey on his tongue as he sucked her essence from his finger.

She clutched the bungee cord in her hands. “Then stop talking. I’m dying here.” Her voice was heavy with desire. Sensual lashes lowered lazily to shadow even more sensual eyes. The woman was the sexiest creature he had ever seen.

With thick, strawberry-blonde hair draping down her back and caressing the handlebars, her arms tensed and held high above her head, she looked wild and untamed—a challenge.

He could never pass up a challenge.

A stirring erupted in his loins and blood rushed down his cock. Unbelievable. He was hard again.

“Drew?”

He took a step back and admired his handiwork. “Not yet. I want to look at you for a minute.”

“But, Drew, I’m horny…I need you.” The whine in her voice was so contradictory to her new hard-as-nails persona.

“Pleasure yourself on the seat.” He eased backward until the back of his knees touched the fly stool behind him, forcing him to sit on the cool vinyl.

Using the bungee cords she sat up straighter. “Undo my hands.” Her lithe body squirmed so enticingly across the leather. The scent of her heat mingling with the leather was