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He echoed my own thoughts. I couldn’t believe how I yearned for him to move within me.
I finished his sentence, but I couldn’t complete the sentence either. That I was okay with him fucking me.
I sputtered out, “With you buttering my biscuit?”
At that, Kingpin gave me what I craved. I tasted his desire as he became the driving force behind my ecstasy. I whimpered as his cock hit deeper within me. Our efforts was rhythmic. As he skidded in and out, we had great chemistry like we were jamming out a tune. So much so, I had to stop my noises entirely.
I tried my best to be quiet as he jammed his cock into me over and over. Biting my lip, I tried not to love it like I did. My ass thudding on the wall behind us made the same tempo my groans had, pulling me back in, under the spell. Our bodies thumped in melody. I let go. I gave in to the biker President and his amazing cock.
In the midst of it, Kingpin ripped my nighty over my head and flung it away. I’d not been wearing a bra to bed of course. The biker took a moment to run his black eyes over my naked skin. His gaze went over my breasts like an eager caress. He’d seen me naked before when we first met. I recognized the look from so many times before. Kingpin had been actually imagining me naked all this time.
His dick snug inside me, he walked us to the bed and laid me down. His mouth fell to my tits, my nipples one by one. I jerked as his tongue ring did things I’d never felt before. My fingers crept into his hair. I trembled as he sucked each one. As he bit, I yanked his hair. Tit in his mouth or not, Kingpin growled as I did. He hauled his dick out of me. I felt its loss tremendously. I wasn’t finished. Not because it hadn’t been enough, but because I was holding back to have more of him.
Stepping back, Kingpin smiled like the devil. Hooking a finger in my panties, he grazed my clit before dragging them off completely. His smile got even bigger when he had me completely naked. I found myself aroused by him just looking at my pussy. He liked what he saw. Taking his thumbs, he spread me out. Kingpin really enjoyed the view. His gaze penetrated me. I always felt he could see right through me.
It felt good to be wanted again.
The biker fell to his knees like my pussy was a god. He took his time teasing me with his breath. His tongue snaked out, bringing his ring with it. All this time Kingpin stared me down like he’d eat me and now he was doing just that. If I’d known how good it would be, I would’ve begged him to. He ate my pussy like it was his first meal after being stranded on a desert island. His tongue ring wiggled against my clit so wickedly. I clutched his hair so I could thrust up and fuck his face.
Fuck.
My clit in his teeth, Kingpin growled again. The sexy sound almost pushed me over the edge. Abruptly, he stood and brought my legs to his chest, my ankles to his shoulder. His flesh met mine again as he lined his dick up in between the lips of my pussy. He held onto my calves as he tried to stuff a foot long into a regular bun. All the while he watched his dick disappear more and more with each shove. Not being able to take it, the cock or the pleasure, an incoherent cry escaped me.
Kingpin let go, let my legs spread wide as he leaned over me. A sexy, wild beast, his eyes went primal as he bit his lip. A mischievous look in his eyes, the smile playing at the corners of his lips, let me know he’d been holding back. I was in for it. He was really about to let me have it. Just recognizing that fact should’ve prepared me, but I wasn’t ready for the pounding I was about to receive.
Lordalmighty. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the Holy Ghost and St. Nick. I could recite the twelve reindeer, cursing and it wouldn’t be enough. Not in a million years.
Every stroke did me in more. I grunted like an animal with each jut of his hips. Kingpins groaned in response as his dick utterly wrecked my pussy. Knowing I’d have to recover from this, I thought about the talk of vacation dick. Kingpin had vacation dick, alright. It destroyed all of my defenses. All of them. I came like a blubbering mess feeling it in all the right places, down to my toes.
And yes, even in my pounding chest.
Kingpin gave me a moment to recover, but he didn’t slip out of me. Brushing the hair off my shoulder, the biker’s hooded eyes said he thought I hung the moon. Kissing that shoulder, he was enthralled. As if I were a rag doll, he turned us so I was on top. Clutching my thighs, he didn’t want me to leave his dick. There was a desperate, vulnerable yet wild look to him. I’d hit the finish line, but he was still running his marathon. The aftershocks of an amazing orgasm coursing through me, I decided he deserved one of his own. It was time to show him, he wasn’t the only one who was good in the sack. This wasn’t a competition, but suddenly, I wanted to show him I could do more than sing. My hands flat on his chest, I moved my hips, using his stiff dick for my pleasure. I bounced on his cock like I was on a pogo stick.
Kingpin’s dark eyes turned pitch black as his stare hardened. It worried me until I saw what he stared at. Fuck, Hallow’s Property Patch.
In an instant, Kingpin had flipped us and was fucking me missionary style. His hands wrapped around my neck. Unexpectedly, I wanted nothing more than to submit to his whims. All and any of them. Even if he was going to choke me. I licked my lips as the deliciously wicked urge overtook me.
“Eve, are you okay?” Kingpin asked.
The gravity of it all hit me. Not only was the MC President fucking me. I let him and I was like a pig in shit. What’s worse, I wanted more. I wanted all of him. I wanted him to punish me for it. Not for wanting him. I knew he had his hands on my neck because of the damn tattoo, Hallow’s patch. That’s what he was punishing me for. And yet, it wasn’t truly a punishment. It was dessert. My eyes watered as he squeezed, but I managed, “Oh, Kingpin. We can’t tell anyone about this.”
“I won’t tell if you promise you won’t,” Kingpin grunted.
“I won’t. I promise,” I said, my voice urging him to go through with it.
His thumbs pressing against my windpipe, he fucked me hard, with all his damn might. His vacation dick became two-week cruise. His dick about broke me in half. All the while he had me by the neck, cutting off my air supply. All of my fear of the man returned as he held me by the throat. Somehow remembering the dread he struck in me before only made my pussy juicier. I about passed out, but my orgasm was even better this time. Better than any ever before.
When I came, Kingpin let go of my neck. He came at the same time as I coughed up a lung. He tried to pull his dick out in time and ended up spilling his seed all over my crotch.
“Fuck,” he complained about that. Taking the sheet, he wiped me like he could stop the sperm from swimming.
Breathing heavy, I fought to catch my breath. “Oh, I can hardly move,” I complained, holding my vagina.
Kingpin’s face twisted in worry. He looked exactly like Hallow should’ve looked tonight when I fell. When Steph about kicked my lights out.
“Eve, did I hurt you?” he asked like he actually cared.
My head swung back and forth. “Lordalmighty. No. Not in a bad way. That’s not why I’m upset.”
