Revive
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I grinned at him. “You need to take care of my other needs first, baby.”
He cocked his head to the side. “And what would they be?”
“Well mainly I need a drink, but a woman also likes a bit of sweet talk in between rounds. Do bikers do that shit?”
He chuckled. “I’m all about the sweet talk, darlin’. You should know that about me by now.”
“Okay then, take me inside, give me a drink and some sexy talk and then I’m all yours again.”
He smacked my ass. “Off; I’ve got shit to do so I can get my cock back in you.”
I obeyed his command and pulled my dress down after I got off his bike. He eyed me and murmured, “That dress is going the wrong way, baby. It needs to go up, not down.”
“And the sexy talk begins,” I joked.
He switched off his bike and got off before pulling me close. “That’s not sexy talk darlin’. Your legs won’t be able to hold you up when I begin the sexy talk,” he promised.
Good Lord, Nash Walker was something else; my legs were already going weak just at the thought of his sexy talk.
***
I opened my eyes and had to squint to deal with the sun streaming through the window. Shifting in the bed, the hand around my waist tightened and pulled me backwards. My ass hit Nash’s erection and he groaned. “See what you do to me, sweet thing,” he murmured, sleepily.
Smiling, I said, “Good morning to you, too.”
His lips brushed across my shoulder as he swept my hair out of the way. “It’s a good morning already.”
I turned in his arms and promised, “I can make it better.”
His face lit up. “I dare you.”
His wish was my command, and I slowly made my way down his body, licking and gently biting as I went. Every time I bit him, he groaned. I guessed that meant he really did like the biting. When I got to my destination, I took a moment to admire Nash’s cock. He was blessed; his cock was one of the largest ones I’d ever had the good fortune of meeting.
“He doesn’t bite, darlin’,” he promised.
I raised my eyes to his. “I’m just admiring the merchandise for a moment.”
He moved his arms to rest behind his head on the pillow and stretched his body before asking, “You like what you see?”
“Oh, I do. In fact, maybe I’ll just continue to admire it rather than play with it,” I teased him.
He wasn’t even fazed by my teasing. Grinning, he said, “No worries, sweet thing. I like your eyes on my cock, and besides, it just means that I can admire your tits for a bit longer while I imagine how good your mouth is going to feel wrapped around me.”
I sat back on my knees and watched as his eyes dropped to my chest. Nash’s gaze on me was almost as good as his hands on me. I massaged my breasts while he watched, and his sharp intake of breath sent heat through me. That was it; I couldn’t drag this out any longer. I bent my head and took him in my mouth as far back as I could. His hand landed on my head again and the way he gripped my hair and pushed my head down turned me on even more than I already was. I liked a bit of rough play. My lips and tongue worked his cock into a frenzy, and I massaged his balls with one of my hands. Every now and then I slid his cock out of my mouth so I could suck on his balls, and his groans told me he liked that.
Just as I thought he was getting ready to come, he reached down and pulled me off him. “Babe, I want you to fuck me with your tits.” His hungry eyes were dividing their attention between my face and my chest.
“You’re a tit man?” I asked.
“Like you wouldn’t fuckin’ believe, darlin’. I love pussy but I love to watch my dick between a good set of tits and you, sweet thing, have the best set I’ve ever seen.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. Personally, I loved a man who would worship my boobs. I bent them down and took his dick in between them, squeezing as he thrust up and down.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his breathing growing ragged.
Our eyes met and held as he fucked my tits to the point of orgasm. He shot his cum over my chest and then lay back on the bed, letting out a loud groan of pleasure. I left him to go in search of something to clean myself up with, and when I came back to the room, he was lying with his arms behind his head again, watching me. I stopped and rested against the doorway, letting him run his eyes over my naked body.
“Christ, Velvet, you’ve got a body made for sin.”
I pushed off from the doorway and walked to the bed. Straddling him, I whispered, “And you’ve got a mouth that leads to sin.” I kissed him, and he sat up, keeping me in place on his lap.
“Opening round for the day was a hit, babe. You ready for more?” he asked while sucking on my neck.
“Always ready for more. And then I’ll cook you breakfast,” I promised.
His head jerked away from my neck and he stilled, not saying a word.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, not sure what I’d said to affect him like that.
“Just been awhile since I’ve had a woman cook me breakfast,” he murmured.
“So it’s a good thing, then?”
He smiled. “It’s a really good thing, darlin’.”
I returned his smile. “Good. Now where were we?”
His hand moved to my breast. “I was about to show your tits some Nash lovin’, baby.”
“Well don’t let me stop you.”
He cocked his head to the side. “And what would they be?”
“Well mainly I need a drink, but a woman also likes a bit of sweet talk in between rounds. Do bikers do that shit?”
He chuckled. “I’m all about the sweet talk, darlin’. You should know that about me by now.”
“Okay then, take me inside, give me a drink and some sexy talk and then I’m all yours again.”
He smacked my ass. “Off; I’ve got shit to do so I can get my cock back in you.”
I obeyed his command and pulled my dress down after I got off his bike. He eyed me and murmured, “That dress is going the wrong way, baby. It needs to go up, not down.”
“And the sexy talk begins,” I joked.
He switched off his bike and got off before pulling me close. “That’s not sexy talk darlin’. Your legs won’t be able to hold you up when I begin the sexy talk,” he promised.
Good Lord, Nash Walker was something else; my legs were already going weak just at the thought of his sexy talk.
***
I opened my eyes and had to squint to deal with the sun streaming through the window. Shifting in the bed, the hand around my waist tightened and pulled me backwards. My ass hit Nash’s erection and he groaned. “See what you do to me, sweet thing,” he murmured, sleepily.
Smiling, I said, “Good morning to you, too.”
His lips brushed across my shoulder as he swept my hair out of the way. “It’s a good morning already.”
I turned in his arms and promised, “I can make it better.”
His face lit up. “I dare you.”
His wish was my command, and I slowly made my way down his body, licking and gently biting as I went. Every time I bit him, he groaned. I guessed that meant he really did like the biting. When I got to my destination, I took a moment to admire Nash’s cock. He was blessed; his cock was one of the largest ones I’d ever had the good fortune of meeting.
“He doesn’t bite, darlin’,” he promised.
I raised my eyes to his. “I’m just admiring the merchandise for a moment.”
He moved his arms to rest behind his head on the pillow and stretched his body before asking, “You like what you see?”
“Oh, I do. In fact, maybe I’ll just continue to admire it rather than play with it,” I teased him.
He wasn’t even fazed by my teasing. Grinning, he said, “No worries, sweet thing. I like your eyes on my cock, and besides, it just means that I can admire your tits for a bit longer while I imagine how good your mouth is going to feel wrapped around me.”
I sat back on my knees and watched as his eyes dropped to my chest. Nash’s gaze on me was almost as good as his hands on me. I massaged my breasts while he watched, and his sharp intake of breath sent heat through me. That was it; I couldn’t drag this out any longer. I bent my head and took him in my mouth as far back as I could. His hand landed on my head again and the way he gripped my hair and pushed my head down turned me on even more than I already was. I liked a bit of rough play. My lips and tongue worked his cock into a frenzy, and I massaged his balls with one of my hands. Every now and then I slid his cock out of my mouth so I could suck on his balls, and his groans told me he liked that.
Just as I thought he was getting ready to come, he reached down and pulled me off him. “Babe, I want you to fuck me with your tits.” His hungry eyes were dividing their attention between my face and my chest.
“You’re a tit man?” I asked.
“Like you wouldn’t fuckin’ believe, darlin’. I love pussy but I love to watch my dick between a good set of tits and you, sweet thing, have the best set I’ve ever seen.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. Personally, I loved a man who would worship my boobs. I bent them down and took his dick in between them, squeezing as he thrust up and down.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his breathing growing ragged.
Our eyes met and held as he fucked my tits to the point of orgasm. He shot his cum over my chest and then lay back on the bed, letting out a loud groan of pleasure. I left him to go in search of something to clean myself up with, and when I came back to the room, he was lying with his arms behind his head again, watching me. I stopped and rested against the doorway, letting him run his eyes over my naked body.
“Christ, Velvet, you’ve got a body made for sin.”
I pushed off from the doorway and walked to the bed. Straddling him, I whispered, “And you’ve got a mouth that leads to sin.” I kissed him, and he sat up, keeping me in place on his lap.
“Opening round for the day was a hit, babe. You ready for more?” he asked while sucking on my neck.
“Always ready for more. And then I’ll cook you breakfast,” I promised.
His head jerked away from my neck and he stilled, not saying a word.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, not sure what I’d said to affect him like that.
“Just been awhile since I’ve had a woman cook me breakfast,” he murmured.
“So it’s a good thing, then?”
He smiled. “It’s a really good thing, darlin’.”
I returned his smile. “Good. Now where were we?”
His hand moved to my breast. “I was about to show your tits some Nash lovin’, baby.”
“Well don’t let me stop you.”
