Wild: Tiger's Blood MC (50 page)

“Yes, sir.”

I was shaking all over, whether from fear, the chill in the air or both, I wasn’t sure, but I knew that I wanted what Backbone was offering.  Sexual liberation.  There was no reason that what I was doing here had to be mutually exclusive from enjoying the sex, was there?  The answer came to me in a flash.  Getting attached to one particular biker might net me some benefits in gaining his confidence, but it would keep me from pursuing others.

“Good girl.  Now, I want to watch you touch yourself.  Turn so that you are facing me as I sit in the chair across from the bed open your legs toward me while you finger fuck yourself.

I bit my lip, looking at him nervously for a moment before finally doing as he asked.  I felt awkward at first.  I barely touched myself when I was alone, much less in front of someone.  My hands drifted across my breasts, my nipples hard and aching.  Slipping my hand between my legs, I found that my excitement was already evident in the moisture creating dew on my pussy lips.  I touched myself a bit timidly.

“Close your eyes for a moment.  Pretend I’m not here and touch yourself like you would if no one was watching.”

I did as he said, letting my legs fall open so that I was fully exposed to him as my fingers slid into my center, massaging my dripping folds and rubbing my throbbing clit as he watched.  The sensations took over as I shut out everything around me and allowed myself to become completely immersed in my own pleasure, bringing myself to several small orgasms before culminating in one so powerful my bodily rocked violently with its force.

“That was beautiful.  I adore how you bite your lips as you tease yourself.”

I found his eyes on mine as I looked up at him from where I was on the bed. Though he wasn’t touching himself, I could see the sizeable bulge was once again visible against his pants and felt happy that he had gotten so excited watching me and listening to my moans as I came.

“Thank you, sir.”

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do now.  I started to close my legs, drawing my hand back upward across my belly. I was surprised when he told me to stop.

“No, leave your legs open for a moment.  I want you to slip your fingers inside of yourself and then suck them clean.”

“I’ve never tasted myself before.”

“You are about to.  Do as I asked you to do, Ana.”

“Yes, sir.”

I followed his order.  My taste was very much different from his.  He had been salty when he came in my mouth earlier, but my own taste was sweet, creamy.  It wasn’t foul like I had thought it would be and I wondered why I had never considered tasting myself before.  It wasn’t as if I was prudish or inexperienced.  I just never had considered it as being erotic.

“Now, slip your fingers back inside and bring them to me so that I can taste.”

I did as I was told, approaching his chair and offering them to him.  I watched as he licked each of my come-coated fingers clean and smiled down at me.  I knew he was pleased with me and on some weird level I was glad that he was.  I knew it didn’t make sense that I could separate enjoying sex with him from who he was and what he stood for, but I seemed to be able to do so.  I supposed it was how good women involved with bad men coped with what their lovers really were.

“What do you want me to do now?”

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing and was beginning to feel more awkward than aroused, but Backbone was quick to bring me back into his carnal fold.

“What would you like to do?”

“I want you, sir.”

“You want me to what?”

“I want you to make love to me, Sir.”

“Is that really what you want?  Tell me the truth, Ana.  I know how turned on you are right now.  I can see how much your eyes have darkened with desire.  It’s not the look of a woman who wants to be gently laid on the bed and romanced.”

I sucked in my breath for a moment, building my courage.  Exhaling quickly and saying the words before I chickened out.  This was all new and unexpected, but it might never happen again. I might as well enjoy it to the fullest.

“I want you to fuck me, sir.”

“Fuck you how?”

“I want to ride you.  I would to feel your enormous cock buried deep inside me, sir.”

“Then take what you want.  You have my permission.”

He held his arms out as if to leave himself open to me, waiting to see what I would do with his invitation.  I wordlessly began undressing him, not bothering to take my time.  I felt like a wild animal in heat, primed and ready to take my pleasure how I saw fit.  I didn’t bother fully removing his pants, just letting them drop around his ankles as I mounted him, letting him impale me as I dropped down onto his thick cock and began pumping up and down. 

His hands found their way to my hips, pulling me down onto him harder and harder each time as we both grunted and moaned loudly into the quiet of the room around us.  His thumb found my clit, rubbing it vigorously as he drove into me furiously, sending me into multiple orgasms that ripped through my body.  It was so intense I thought I might pass out.

I cried out as his teeth sank into my flesh, biting one of my nipples and then the other as I rode him violently to orgasm after orgasm.  By the time he joined me, filling me once again with his own bliss, I was spent, collapsing against him for a moment until he finally pulled me free of me and slid his fingers inside of my now tender pussy, placing them inside my mouth to let me experience the way our juices tasted mixed together. 

“That was fucking beautiful.”

“Yes, sir.  It was.”

“Why don’t you get us a couple more drinks?”

Climbing off of him, I made my way to the mini bar, preparing drinks and returning to hand him one.  I had made sure to use most of the tequila in his and very little of it in mine.  The part of my brain that was supposed to be here for one reason had suddenly kicked back in and was right back on track, even with my pussy still throbbing from the incredible way he had fucked me.

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