Free Sergeant-at-Arms (Desperados MC) by Sienna Valentine

you smell good," he said.  She felt his teeth biting gently at the wet silk between her legs, grabbing it and pulling it away from her wetness before releasing and letting it snap back.  Then she felt a pressure against her covered lips, as if something was being dragged along her underwear from the bottom all the way up to her clit.  Both of Dax's hands slid under her bare thighs to grasp the top of her legs, which meant the only thing it could be is his tongue.  She lifted her legs again and wrapped them around his head, pushing his face forward against her crotch and urging him to explore her even deeper.
    She felt his tongue rolling along her inner thigh, just along the edge of her panties.  He started to push it against her flesh, slowly working it underneath the fabric as her legs held his head in place, not letting him get away.  He finally hooked the fabric and pushed it to the side, exposing her wet slit to the cool air of the office.  When his tongue finally touched her flesh, she let out a breath that she didn't even realize she'd been holding.
    Madison arched her back against the cool hard wood beneath, her legs still wrapped around the biker's head.  His tongue was now running up and down her labia, sliding easily along a slippery trail of saliva and her own cum.  Each time he reached the top, he'd spend a few seconds teasing her engorged clit, only to drop back down just as the feeling was starting to intensify, starting all over again at the bottom.
    His hands, which until now had still been wrapped around her upper thigh s, started to move into a new position.  Dax pulled them down slowly, dragging his palms along her skin and then back up underneath her legs until both hands were up next to her mound, gently pulling her apart and allowing his tongue easier access between her folds.  His thumbs were right at the bottom of her ass, and it seemed as if every few minutes while he licked, they inched deeper towards her backside.
    Dax had used his fingertips now to pull her panties completely off to the side, and his tongue was now pushed deep into her wetness.  His hands continued to hold her open as he rammed his tongue in and out, fucking her with it.  If it had only been a bit longer, she thought she'd have already cum.  As it was, it seemed to only be an even greater tease, which combined with the continued occasional flicks he'd give her clit, was serving to keep her on the very edge of an extraordinarily powerful orgasm.  She could feel it building within her, the tension making the very fibers of her skin feel like they were humming in anticipation of release.
    "Please," she whispered, afraid to speak louder for fear of breaking the mood, "I need your cock!"
    Dax pushed one last time with his tongue, burying it deep within her sex as his thumbs finally pressed against her puckered ass at the same time.  The double sensation almost pushed her over the edge and she stretched out her legs, releasing her hold on his head as a mini pre-orgasm caused a shiver of pleasure to rip through her.
    He finally pulled away and stood up, looking down at her with a shiny face, slick with her juices and a smile to show his approval.  His hands worked on his pants until they were undone and then he slid them off, baring himself to her at once.  His already hard cock sprang up as soon as it was released, bouncing and bobbing in front of him.
    As much as she longed to taste him again, she had a greater need at the moment.  She sat up on the desk and leaned forward, reaching out with her hand until she could wrap it around his member.  Pulling him forward by his cock, she didn't let go until his head was right against her wet entrance.  She looked up at him, grabbing his face between both of her hands.  "Dax, listen to me.  I need you to fuck me.  Right now.  Hard."
    With a growl, Dax leaned forward, impaling her pussy with his cock in one massive thrust and shoving her backwards against the hard desk