He left my mouth to kiss his way down my neck to my chest. He looked back up at me. “I want to see you, baby. Can I?” I knew I should tell him no, but something crazy had happened inside of me. I wanted him to see me, to touch me.
I whispered, “Yes.” He lowered his head again and nudged down the neckline of my top. The tops of my breasts were now showing. He kissed and nibbled across them. Next thing I knew, he’d pushed my bra down and exposed my nipples. He growled as he took one in his mouth. His hands were busy squeezing and kneading them. I broke out in a pant. He sucked my nipple deep into his mouth then bit down. I partially reared up off the couch. He switched sides. I was feeling like I was on fire!
I’d never felt this out of control. My mind had turned to mush. I couldn’t think, only feel. His hands grasped my top and pulled it up over my head. I vaguely registered that he'd removed it. Right after it went falling to the floor, he undid my bra and tossed it. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with heat. He licked his lips. “Fucking beautiful,” he groaned. Then his mouth was back on me along with his hands.
My temperature was rising. I felt fiery flashes all over my body. I tugged his shirt out of his pants and ran my hands up underneath it. I was frantic to feel him. His chest was hard with bulging muscles. I ran my hands all over him. His skin was hot to the touch.
He left my breasts to take my mouth again. His tongue was dueling with mine, then he pulled away from me. Passion flushed his face. “Jocelyn, I want more, but not if you’re not ready. Tell me what you want.” His cock was pressing into my pussy through our jeans. He was rock hard. I knew I should tell him to stop. I barely knew him. He was a biker. I didn’t sleep around. But none of that seemed to matter. I was aching inside. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I kissed his mouth.
“Nick, I should tell you to stop. I’m not like this. I don’t go around sleeping with men I barely know, but I want you.” He growled and then stood up. He scooped me up in his arms and headed for the hall.
“Where’s your room, baby?”
I moaned. “It’s the last door at the end of the hall.” He carried me down it and through my bedroom door. He paused long enough to shut the door and lock it. I wasn’t sure how he did it with me still in his arms. Then he took me to the bed and lowered me to the mattress. He took a minute to remove his boots and socks, then he joined me on the bed. His hands were all over my chest and stomach as he kissed me and played with my breasts. He kissed his way down to my stomach. His tongue teased my belly button, as he tugged open my jeans. He looked at me and I nodded. He peeled them, along with my panties, off my hips and down my legs. He rested back on his heels and looked at me from head to toe. I went to cover myself, but he stopped my hands.
“Let me look at you. God, Jocelyn, you’re so fucking beautiful and sexy. I can hardly breathe. Let me make you feel good, baby. Let me taste you.” He slowly spread my thighs and looked at my glistening pussy. I was so wet from just his kisses and attention to my breasts. He leaned down and inhaled, then wedged his shoulders between my thighs, spreading them further apart. His tongue touched my clit, and I cried out. I’d never had anyone go down on me. Devyn’s dad had been a teenage boy who was only interested in getting himself off. To be honest, he hadn’t bothered to do much to ensure my pleasure, and he had been the only guy I’d ever been with.
I grabbed his hair and tugged. He growled and licked me harder. His lips were nibbling all over my pussy lips and then he sucked on my clit in between nibbles, fluttering his tongue on it. I could feel an orgasm building already. I bowed up and then screamed out as my release hit. I lost myself in the sensations for what felt like forever. As I came down, he thrust a finger inside of me. This only made me begin the climb all over again.
His mouth tortured my pussy lips and clit as he added another finger. I writhed all over the bed. It felt too good. Too intense. I whimpered and then he made me crash over the edge again. My pussy clamped down hard on his fingers and I moaned. He slowly teased me as his fingers kept thrusting in and out of my pussy. When I finally relaxed, he stood up.
His hard cock was tenting the front of his jeans. He was sporting what looked like an enormous erection. He tore open his zipper and then shoved down his pants. He worked them down his legs and then stood up. I gasped. His cock was immense! He was a big guy, and his cock matched his size. I swallowed. What if I couldn’t take him? I could see he was dripping cum from the slit. His cock was long, thick, and beautiful. Even though I was a little afraid, I clenched inside. I wanted to feel him buried inside my pussy, filling me. He crawled back up on the bed and pushed my legs back toward my chest. Before I could say a word, his cock slid inside. I gasped. He groaned.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. And so wet. Fuck!” He kept pushing through my resisting walls until he completely buried himself inside of me. Which took him some time. He paused for a moment to take a deep breath and look at me. “Are you alright?” I nodded. He pulled back and thrust back inside of me. My entire body went crazy. My pussy was clasping down on him. He thrust in and out, making me wetter. I was panting and moaning as he worked my pussy. I couldn’t breathe. He felt too good. I moaned and dug my nails into his back. This seemed to set him off.
He slammed into me over and over. It only took a few strokes once he started stroking harder into me, for me to come a third time. I saw stars as I clamped down on his cock. This only made him hammer inside of me deeper and harder. He was out of control. I lost all concept of time as my orgasm kept going. After four or five strokes, he froze inside of me and grunted. His cock was jerking, and I could feel his warm cum filling my pussy. He kept coming and coming. When I relaxed, he collapsed, panting.
He raised his head to kiss me, and I returned the kiss. Finally, he pulled back and slowly slid out of me. I hated to let him go. He flopped down beside me on the bed and tugged me into his arms. “Jesus, woman, you almost killed me. I haven’t come like that in years. Maybe never.” I smiled. I rubbed his beard, and he grinned at me. “You were so damn tight. I didn’t think I’d make it inside at one point. How long has it been?” His question caught me off guard. I hesitated. Should I tell him the truth? He looked at me expectantly. I put a little distance between us.
“I…,” I stopped. He raised up on his elbow.
“What? How long has it been Jocelyn? A year?”
I blushed. “I haven’t been with anyone since Devyn’s dad,” I mumbled. He reared back in disbelief.
“What the fuck? You mean you haven’t had sex in nineteen years! No way!” I looked away in embarrassment. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. I pulled away and went to roll off the bed. Before I got halfway to the edge, he had me clamped in his arms and pulled against his chest. He nipped my earlobe.
“Don’t pull away. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I just can’t believe you haven’t been with anyone. You’re so damn sexy, babe. I must be the luckiest bastard in the world for you to let me have you. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I’m fucking ecstatic.” I relaxed back into his arms.
“I was only with Devyn’s dad twice before I found out I was pregnant. When I told him, he dumped me and told me he’d only gone out with me on a bet. I guess the guys at my school saw me as a challenge and had bet him he couldn’t get in my pants. After that, I didn’t trust guys. And to be honest, none ever made me feel anything. So, I didn’t date or hook up with anyone.”
He rubbed my back soothingly. “I hate that he treated you that way. Tell me his name, and I’ll go kick his ass.” I laughed. He kissed my shoulder and let me go. I stood up and his cum ran down my legs. I froze. I swung around to look at him in a panic.
“Nick! We didn’t use a condom!” I told him in horror. I knew he had to have been with a lot of women. What if he had something? I should have talked to him about this before we ever got carried away. I was covered on the birth control front. I had gotten on birth control two years ago when my period had gotten a little irregular. He sat up in bed. How could I have been so irresponsible?
“Damn! I’ve never forgotten to wrap up before. I’ve never been with anyone bare other than my wife. I swear, I’m clean. I get checked regularly and the last time was a month ago. I haven’t been with anyone since my checkup. I know you’re clean. So, I guess the only thing is you might get pregnant.” He didn’t look that concerned. I gaped at him.
“You think? We were irresponsible, Nick. And you don’t seem all that worried about it. What if I got pregnant?” I asked him in horror.
He shrugged. “Then we’d deal with it.” I didn’t know what he meant by ‘deal with it.’ Did he mean he’d expect me to have an abortion? I’d deal with the baby while he continued on with his life? I’d never have an abortion. I didn’t believe in it. I glared at him as I hurried to the bathroom. He got up off the bed. I slammed the door closed behind me and went to turn on the shower. This had been a mistake. I need to get cleaned up and send him on his way. The bathroom door came flying open. He stalked over to me, and I backed up.
“What the hell? I know we should have used something, but why are you so pissed off at me?” He growled at me.
I tried to get around him. He crowded me into the wall. I gave him an angry look. “Because I realized I slept with someone who never even thought to ask if I was on birth control and whose answer to a possible pregnancy was to deal with it. What’s that mean, Nick? You get any woman you knock up to have an abortion?” He reared back astonished, then I saw anger creep into his eyes.
He grabbed me, wrapped his hand in my hair and twisted it a little. The bite to my scalp caused me to hiss. He slammed his mouth down on mine. He bit my bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue. He spent a minute or two ravishing my mouth, then he pulled back.
“I’m sorry I didn’t ask or think to use a condom. And I never said a goddamn word about an abortion. I’d never fucking kill my baby! If you get pregnant, I meant we’d take care of the baby. Together.” He half snarled at me. I slumped back against the wall.