Page 39 of Biker's Property
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Ifollow her into the tight, cramped bathroom, grateful that Brinley cleaned this place up recently and the smell of lemon Fabuloso fills the room. I worked at a Sinclairs one summer and have the scent of that lemon Fabuloso burned into my nostrils. The strange nostalgia only makes me want Joslin more.
She instinctively presses her back against the sink to look me in the eye. Joslin is so fucking pretty. Her skin is darker than her mother’s and her hair is different – thick curls that seem like I could easily get lost in them.
“Why don’t we go back to the air mattress so you can nap?” Joslin asks, now that she clues in to my reasons for bringing her into the bathroom.
Club tradition. Desire. My need to stay far away from security cameras.
I knowshe doesn’t want me, but my dick has been hard the second I walked through this door.
And we don’t havemuch time. I promised Hunter I would be right behind him. My heart races. She’s going here willingly, not knowing how many secrets I still have, not knowing that I’m keeping them from her because I know the truth will scare her off.
Maybe there’s some way I can make this hurt her less.
Kissingher was the worst thing I could have done for my self-control. This will only make it worse… but first, I will make her feel damn good.
“I’ll take my clothes off,”Joslin says, her fight completely gone. My body stiffens as I think about how many times that strange bastard dragged her off to bed against her will. She submits to what she imagines will be painful and unpleasurable with no spirit.
This isn’t what I want.
“No,” I say to her, letting go of her hand and touching her full lips with my thumb again because I can’t help it. “Don’t do that.”
“You want me to turn around.”
My cheeks turn red.Yes.But not yet. I shake my head and keep steady eye contact with Joslin as I drop slowly to my knees. She looks down at me for the first time – normally she has to tilt her head to look into my eyes.
“What are you doing?”
I reach for the waistband of her St. Louis Blues sweatpants and pull them over her small, shapely ass, and draw them to the ground. Her legs are thin and muscular, with a nice shape. She has thin leg hair all over her small legs and I can’t help but plant a soft kiss on her thighs.
“You know what I’m doing…”
She pulls her legs away from me a little, but she doesn’t fight as I reach for the waist of her underwear, my heart pounding as I pull it away from her mound. Her underwear already feels damp and sticky, stuck between her folds. Joslin swivels her hips a little, helping me to get her underwear off.
My dick nearly bursts out of my fucking jeans. She has the prettiest, puffiest brown pussy lips that I have ever seen. They are so thick and full with juices that my tongue no longer craves whiskey. I have a new taste for something that looks just as sweet and dark brown as cognac.
“I don’t,” she says seriously, shivering as I softly touch her puffy outer pussy lips. It’s hard not to cum in my pants. She is fucking dripping.
“What kind of husband did you have, church girl?” I whisper, touching her lower lips again. She stifles a soft noise that almost sounds like a moan. I know she’ll sound even better when I get her screaming. Get her to admit what she wants. Joslin’s instincts push her in the wrong direction and she squeezes her legs together.
Wrong choice. It’s too easy to pry them apart. I grab her thighs and pull them apart, a gooey string of clear juices pooling between her two puffy lips. I have never seen a pussy like this. Sexy dark brown flesh over her entrance and then those clear juices everywhere.
“You are so fucking wet…”
I slide my finger between her lips and she makes an uncomfortable whimper at first. My dick jumps in my pants again because pushing my fingers between her lips gives me access to her pulsating warmth. Her pussy is hot with desire already and I haven’t even put my tongue between her thighs. I move my fingers slowly and juices drip from Joslin’s pussy lips.
When I move my face closer to her lower lips, Joslin sticks her hand out and pushes it against my forehead, stopping me. I look up at her, my body tingling as her fingers slide through my hair.
“What’s wrong, church girl?”
“Your mouth…”
She looks confused.
“Something wrong with it?”
“You’re putting…”