Sinner (MC Club Biker Urban Alpha Male Erotic Romance) (4 page)

Dangerous Liaisons

He only responded by kissing down my neck, eliciting hot whimpers from my lips. I gripped his strong shoulders and slid my hands down, down, down his powerful body, finally coming to his belt. I began to undo it, and I unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard, throbbing cock. I knew what to do.

I kissed the tip and began to slide my tongue along the hard shaft, tasting his hot, hungry flesh. He sighed with pleasure, running his fingers through my hair as I kissed and suckled his skin.

He wanted this. I could tell. It was apparent from the way his skin burned, like it was filled with fire, like molten lava ran through his veins.

I took him in my mouth. I let his cock impale my mouth, sliding it down my throat. I gagged very slightly but I found him sliding deeper and deeper into my mouth and then I started to bob my head, hungrily, as though I were a prisoner just given her last meal before execution.

“Oh, fuck…” he groaned, his voice husky and aching for me. I loved the feeling of his hot cock in my mouth. Oh, how I had missed this… My mouth slicked his hot dick with spit and I went to town on him, devouring his shaft and letting him slide all the way down into my throat, deep throating him like a porn star.

As a kid, my girlfriends and I had practiced doing stuff like that with bananas and I was glad that the practice had finally come in handy.

I bobbed my head faster and faster, gobbling up his cock and swirling my tongue around his shaft, savoring the taste of his hungry flesh.

“Oh, shit…” he moaned. “This is so fucking good…”

And then he was cumming. His hot seed spilled out of his cock, spraying into my mouth, down my throat. I drank it all up obediently, swallowing his salty seed, a trail of cum dribbling out of my mouth as his cock twitched and pumped inside of my mouth.

I loved the feeling of his hot, fleshy shaft pulsing inside my mouth: the way I felt his cock shoot out, the way his shaft throbbed and swelled right before the moment of release. The way I could feel his seed slide from his balls up his shaft right to the point of it flooding my mouth.

“That was incredible,” he sighed as I pulled off his cock, wiping the cum off my lips and licking my fingers. God, I wished I had been doing this for the last few years. What had I been doing with my life? What had I let them force me to do with my life?

Now, he threw me onto the bed. In an instant, my clothes were off—I couldn’t tell you exactly how that happened but he all but ripped them off, discarding them in a pile in the corner.

I was naked before him, as I had been before, but I wasn’t ashamed this time. Out of habit, I started to cover myself but I caught myself, stopped myself. I forced my own arms away from my breasts and spread my legs a little bit, showing him everything. I was willing to be naked before him. I wanted to be naked before him.

“Wow,” I heard him whisper softly. He took one of my nipples in his mouth as he began to stroke me between my thighs, starting down by my knee and running up along the soft, sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.

I sighed, stroking his hair and whimpering as his hand came closer and closer to my aching, throbbing pussy. I was incredibly wet, and sitting on the motorcycle for twenty minutes definitely hadn’t helped matters.

Finally, his fingers grazed my pussy lips. I yelped in delight, my hips bucking as he got close.

“Oh, someone sure is sensitive,” he said with a chuckle before going back to teasing my throbbing nipple with his tongue. I batted his head playfully.

“I don’t exactly get serviced down there all that often.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Mine. I should have come with you, Dario. I know I should have.”

“You’re here now,” he whispered before kissing down my belly, planting a hot, hungry kiss on my belly button before descending to my pussy.

He began by kissing all around my sensitive thighs, my own sighs complementing the sucking slurps and puckering sounds of his kisses. I sighed in delight, my pussy aching to be touching and licked and kissed all over. This, this was something I had never experienced, even though my girlfriends in high school had raved about it. The boy who took my virginity back then hadn’t known what he was doing and seemed to think I should have been wracked with orgasmic delight just from his awkward pawing at my clitoris.

But Dario clearly knew what he was doing. He knew how to tease me, how to raise me up to levels of excitement and delicious frustration I had never experienced before. He kissed all the way down my inner thighs, suckling at the soft, needy skin, leaving little love bites in his wake as he moved back up towards my leaking pussy. God, but how I wanted to be a sinner. God, how I wanted his tongue on my pussy…

“Please…. Dario, please…” I moaned pathetically, reaching one hand to my tits to grip my hard nipples and pressing the other down on his head, moving him closer and closer to my aching hole.

“Please what?”

Oh, god, he was going to make me say it. That asshole. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, a grin that made me want him even more, just as much as it made me hate him and want to slap it off his face.

“Lick me,” I murmured, my cheeks burning with shame, with embarrassment, as much as they burnt with the fires of my inner burning and unquenched lust. “Please. Lick me.”

“What was that?” he asked, looking up, a bemused expression on his face. That shit-eating grin. God, but I felt so fucking conflicted about it. “I didn’t quite hear you. Could you repeat that? And enunciate, please.”

I scowled in mock frustration and in very real desire. I couldn’t believe he was going to make me say it. God, but this was such a change from the convent…

How had my life turned out this way? I couldn’t stop and reflect on it right now, though. My pussy was leaking hungrily and I needed relief, no matter what I had to do to get it…

“Lick me!” I growled, sounding more like a wolf or a jackal in heat than a girl. “Fucking eat me out!”

He grinned. I hated him and I loved him in that moment.

“That’s a good girl. I like a dirty nun.”

And now, he was licking me! He dipped his tongue into my aching wetness, slurping up, up, up from my wet hole to my clit. My clit throbbed for him as his tongue swirled around it. I sighed, groaning in delight as he set off waves of pleasure, explosions of ecstasy in my belly. He slid a finger inside of me, making a “come hither” motion that rubbed deliciously against the walls of my pussy as he licked my clit, slurping noisily and happily, like a dog drinking water after running around and playing all day.

“Oh, god, please, more, more, more!” I moaned, my hands gripping his hair tightly, my whimpers only growing louder and more needy as he slurped away. This was almost too much for me. I felt like I might lose my mind before long. It was just too good!

I remembered the first time I had touched myself as a kid, how delicious and naughty and erotic the sensations had been. This felt exactly the same, somehow. I felt the same passionate, powerful sense of discovery, a kind of transgression that I was committing. I knew full well that I shouldn’t be doing what I was doing but would I let it stop me? Of course not...

Finally, I felt myself growing close. My end, my orgasm—that most delicious of pleasant and warm explosions—began by growing deep in my belly, welling up as it swelled within me. I was going to cum and I wanted to cum hard for him.

I wanted to cum harder than I ever had in my life. I wanted to feel this more than I had ever felt anything ever before.

“Oh, god, Dario, I’m cumming!” I moaned as I went over the edge, squealing and screaming, pressing his face into my hot, aching pussy as I exploded in pleasure. He dutifully slurped my juices up as my body convulsed, my hips bucking and throbbing hungrily under his mouth.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered as I came down from my orgasm. “That’s a good nun.”

Now, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees.

I felt his cock pressing into me from behind. I braced myself but nothing could have prepared me for the hot delight that accompanied the penetration.

I gasped. It had only been six weeks since we had last been together, since he had last been inside of me, but it felt like a lifetime. I moaned and gripped my own tits as he drove himself deep into me.

“Fuck, you still feel like a virgin,” he moaned as he buried himself inside of me, up to the hilt.

“This is only my third time having sex,” I reminded him, whimpering as I felt my pussy tighten around him, massaging his cock, massaging his hard, throbbing shaft. I shuddered as he speared me, as his cock disappeared into my body, my tight hole engulfing him and slathering his shaft with my wetness.

Now he began to ride me hard, pounding me, slamming his cock into me.

The sex was rough and passionate. He bit me hard, sinking his teeth into my aching flesh as he took me from behind.

I gasped, shuddering in delight and pain. I loved the feeling of his teeth, his sharp fangs, sinking into my flesh, as if we were both dogs, both common street mongrels, and he was taking me, taking me like a bitch, making me his bitch.

I whimpered and threw my head back in pleasure and pain as he pumped me and as he suckled at the ever-so-slightly bleeding spot on the back of my shoulder where he had dug his teeth into my flesh.

I felt so naughty, like a common street whore… And I loved it. I loved the feeling of being taken from behind. And he only made me feel naughtier with his whispering.

“That’s it, Marina. You’re a good little sister. You love to get fucked now, don’t you?” he hiss in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe as his cock probed my wet, throbbing depths. “You’re going to be my bad girl from now on, aren’t you?”

I whimpered and could only nod, yes, yes, yes. I wanted to be a bad girl. I wanted to be
his
bad girl.

He slapped my ass hard as he pounded my young, mostly unused pussy, and I yelped in pain and delight.

Pain and pleasure in equal measure was not something I was used to but I decided immediately that I liked it.

“That’s it,” I whined. “I’m your bad girl. Spank me.”

“What was that?” he asked teasingly, sliding his hand over my throbbing ass.

“Spank me!” I screamed, loud enough, probably, that the other guests in the motel could hear me.

But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything in the world except Dario and what he was doing to me: how he was fucking me, how he was spanking me, how he was making me his.

I groaned and yelped and squealed as he laid into me, spanking my soft ass, leaving deliciously throbbing red welts in the shape of his hand.

Each time he spanked me, my pussy throbbed around his cock. I groaned with delight and moaned harder and harder, finding myself getting closer and closer to my end.

“Fuck,” Dario murmured. I could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of me. It looked like I wasn’t the only one getting close.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I moaned along with him as I felt myself begin to cum, my hips bucking against his, trying to milk his cock as I came, trying to take him deeper and deeper inside of me.

Finally, I felt his own cock start to cum, start to pulse inside of me. He swelled and expanded inside of my tightness, my wet core trying its best to suck down his cum as it spilled out of his cock.

I felt like he was injecting me with his seed and I could only moan, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks and allow his cock to invade me even more deeply, delivering his seed even deeper into my womb, into my wet depths.

Finally, he pulled out of me with an audible pop. I sighed and collapsed on the bed, cum dribbling out of my pussy. He collapsed next to me.