Page 40 of Biker's Property
“It’ll make you feel good,”I tell her. “Now hush…”
I move her hand away from me and clamp down on her hips so she doesn’t make a stronger effort to get away from me. Clamping down on her gives me the control that I want. She can’t wriggle away even if she wants to. I move my head forward again and slide my tongue between those puffy lips, tasting her juices for the first time.
Fuck, that pussy is sweet.Joslin makes a loud whimpering moan when my tongue first contacts her clit and that soft nub feels just as large and puffy as her sexy outer lips. My lips spread hers apart and I suck on her clit while I rub my tongue over the little pearl and turn those quiet whimpers into deep moans that Joslin is desperate to stifle.
She acts like it’s the first time she has a tongue between her legs. I like it. I hold her legs apart and then move on to tasting and sampling every inch of Joslin’s sexy lower lips.
Her body trembles as her pussy juices over those thighs. I spread her wider and flatten my tongue so I can taste every inch of Joslin’s pussy. The sleek, soft hair covering her mound just makes her heady feminine scent even more delicious. I spread her with my lips and tongue, focusing my attention on her clit again after my tongue slips lustily between all her folds.
Once I bring my tongue back to Joslin’s clit, she pushes her ass back against the ceramic sink to steady herself and her body yields to the pleasure. Her thighs relax in my hands and she spreads herself more as I bury my nose and tongue between her legs.
Joslin’s soft moans pick up and her legs tremble as her body prepares for the crash of an orgasm. Her breathing gets shallow and those moans she desperately tried to hide earlier escape without Joslin’s consent. As Joslin speeds towards an inevitable climax her pussy lips get stickier and wetter.
“I can’t… I can’t…” she gasps as I get the job done and push her over the edge with slow, firm and circular movements around her growing nub. Then Joslin lets out that final cry as I push her over the edge, losing control. Her hands slip from the ceramic sink, but I have her ass cheeks cupped in my palms so she doesn’t fall over. I gently French kiss her outer lips and then lick them clean as wave after wave of climax forces a moan out of Joslin.
I don’t want to stop kissing her pussy. But time… and then… there’s her. The woman I thought I would bend over and fuck in this damn gas station. Instead, I’m the one on my knees for a church girl. My chest heaves with the impossible mix of desire and impatience as I pull myself away from Joslin’s soaked pussy.
She looks down at me with her dark, elegant eyes, long lashes spreading out from her dark brown face. I can read the confusion on her and just kiss the top of her mound, causing her to regain some sense of herself and push against my head again.
I let Joslin take this tiny bit of control over me, even if she already has more than enough control getting me to kneel on these tiles to eat her soft ass pussy until she creams…
“Why did you do that?” She asks fiercely, as if I did something terrible and unheard of.
“Because I wanted to,” I answer honestly, pushing her shirt up and kissing her stomach, which somehow feels even more taboo to touch than her pussy now that I’ve had my tongue all the way up there.
“Who does that kind of thing?”
“Everybody.”
She shakes her head. “Not in my marriage.”
“What you andI have won’t be a thing like that marriage of yours,” I whisper, kissing the forbidden patch of skin I exposed on her stomach again. She keeps her fingers tangled in my hair, but she doesn’t push me away. I don’t care what Joslin does as long as she continues to touch me and doesn’t dare think about stopping.
“You and I don’t have anything,” she says, as my kiss travels down from her stomach dangerously close to her pussy.
I look up at her, prepared to point out that I just ate her pussy to orgasm and the two of us will definitely have something after I’ve done a thing like that.
But the boss calls.
I don’t pickup after the first two rings because I still want to say something to Joslin about her incorrect proclamation. But of course, she pipes up.
“It might be important.”
I glance at my phone, hoping it isn’t.
But it's Southpaw.And when I answer, he sounds just about ready to blow my damn eardrums out. Joslin smirks as she hears him chew me out. I let Southpaw spew his bullshit about how long me and Hunter keep him waiting.
“I’ll be there,” I tell him. “I’m doing a good deed. I got caught up.”
“What do you mean by that?” Southpaw growls back.
“I’ll tellyou when I get there. I need a place to stash… something important to me…”
My thumblightly strokes circles on Joslin’s hip. No way in hell I’m bringing this pretty woman around to Oske’s trailer where she can meet Ruger Blackwood, Ethan Shaw, and the other assholes in the club. If you want an old lady to stay yours and stay safe, you protect her.
“Gideon has four rooms booked at the Coyote Coconut Motel... It’s on the reservation, a few miles away from Oske’s trailer.”
“Do Indians own it?”