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

until she was lying across it once more, this time with his bare chest pressed against hers.  Her nipples were like tiny marbles, hard and rolling against his skin as their chests rubbed against each other.
    Her pussy was so sensitive at this point that she felt each inch of him slide between her folds, every ridge and every vein, each little bump causing little sparks of electricity to speed through her skin into her extremities.  Her hands and feet tingled, even her lips felt like they'd been rubbed against a carpet. 
    Her hands flew to his back and she dug her nails into him once more.  Each time he pulled his cock out, she pushed down until he shoved it back in.  Only then would she flatten her palms and try to hold him inside of her.  Then he would pull out again and it would start over, her hands clenching against his back once more.
    She wanted to wait, he had barely started and she wanted nothing more than to hold off her orgasm until he was ready to cum, but he had teased her too much.  The feeling in her wet pussy was electric, and each thrust was only serving to create further sparks.  Her body couldn't resist anymore, and she lay her head back and let out a loud moan, finally releasing all of the built up tension that she'd been holding onto for so long.  Her legs stretched out around his hips even as he continued to trust, and she shivered and bucked against him as an orgasm ripped through her young body.
    She could feel her vagina convulsing around Dax's cock, squeezing his shaft tightly inside her womb, anxiously trying to hold on each time he pushed deep, and feeling empty with each withdraw.  His hips continued to slam into her, their bodies slapping together loudly with each meeting.  She barely noticed his speed starting to increase on the edges of her consciousness, but her mind was too involved in its own ecstasy to spend much time thinking about his. 
    His arms pushed underneath her back and he pulled her closer to his body, her breasts crushed against his chest as his hips continued their assault.  With a sudden groan, she felt him stiffen even as her own orgasm had yet to subside, the contractions of her pussy had likely hurried his along with it.
      She felt his cock finally explode, filling her with a liquid warmth that coated her insides with each spasm.  One.  Two.  Three.  She counted along with each fresh spray that she felt hit her insides until he finally relaxed his bear hug, placing his hands flat against the desk and letting his weight fall down upon her.  Their faces were pressed against each other, and all she could hear was the panting of Dax's labored breathing in her ear. 
    When his cock had finally lost some of its rigidity and began to slip out, he pushed himself up and rolled off of her, landing on his back next to her on the desk.  The coolness of the air against her sweaty chest was a welcome sensation after having the biker's hot body on top of hers.  She lay there and enjoyed it as she felt his cum starting to drip out of her pussy and down her leg.   I better remember to take my pill when I get home.  They don't make baby seats for Harley's.
    They both continued to lay there in silence, the only sound their labored breathing but even that soon disappeared as their hearts resumed their regular paces.  Finally, Dax pushed himself off of the desk and began to gather up their clothes.  He tossed hers onto the desk next to her and began to pull on his pants.  Madison struggled to push herself up onto her elbows as she watched him.  The ink on his back rippled in pleasant patterns as his muscles worked to pull his tight jeans back into place.
    "I still want you to stay here today," he said without looking back at her.  He was standing up now and doing up his buckle. 
    Madison looked over at the clothes next to her, unsure if it was worth arguing the point.  Her body was still tingling and she wasn't in a big hurry to pull her clothes on and jump on the