Free Softail Curves III by D. H. Cameron

fucking mess after Dutch finished with me. Dutch began fucking me slowly but I rocked back urging him to do it faster. I just didn’t care. I wanted to get fucked, I wanted to come. Dutch pulled the leash and began to slam his hips against my big ass.
    I reached back with both hands and slipped a couple of fingers into my pussy as I rubbed my clit. That was all I needed and I began to scream. Delicious electricity surged through me. If I was close to losing my mind before, I lost it completely now. I shrieked and wailed, my body shuddering, as Dutch jack hammered into my ass and I pleased my pussy. It was entirely possible I might black out.
    Thankfully, I managed to hold on as Dutch savagely took me. It wasn’t long before my resolve crumbled and I began sob. This felt so damned good, indescribably good. I simply cried as the emotion flowed from me. I was so unimaginably happy and I couldn’t contain it any longer. However, Dutch wasn’t satisfied yet. He flipped me over and pushed my legs over my head and his cock slammed back into my ass.
    “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Dutch said. I wasn’t able to pleasure my pussy any longer, I was shaking too much, but Dutch began doing it for me. The overwhelming spasms never stopped and I could barely take it. Dutch worked my clit as fast and firmly as he could and the pleasure became too much. I began to squirm and scream. Dutch pulled from me just in time.
    He moved to the side and I exploded. I gushed all over the bed, sending a stream of musky, clear fluid across the room. I screamed and sat up, looking at Dutch and begging him to finish the job with my eyes. Dutch pulled my leash and I knew what he wanted. I bent and began sucking his cock. Why did something as dirty as this turn me on so much? I sucked him as best I could but I was shaking and whimpering.
    Dutch pulled his cock away and pushed me to the bed again. This time his cock impaled my pussy and he fucked me hard and fast as he rubbed my clit roughly. I began to hump at him and felt the need overwhelm me. Dutch pulled his cock out of me and I gushed again. I shrieked as every muscle in my body tensed and I made a mess out of the bed. Finally, the pleasure subsided and left me quivering and begging for breath.
    Dutch, the biker with the sexy blue eyes , my man, my husband, drove his cock into me yet again. I wasn’t far from another release but this time he didn’t pull away. No, Dutch thrust into me, his fingers busy on my swollen nub, and as I felt the need again, Dutch’s cock swelled inside me. His cock erupted just as I exploded again. I covered us both in my warm juices as Dutch filled me with his orgasm. I was sobbing and moaning as he came inside me. When he was finished, he pulled from me and slapped his cock against my clit. I jumped and squealed each time his heavy shaft landed on my overly sensitive nub.
    “ That’s how you fucking consummate a marriage,” Dutch said as he stroked my sensitive skin leaving goose bumps in his wake. I laughed through the tears of pleasure and joy.
    “You’re a fucking animal, daddy. That’s just what I wanted,” I said. I must’ve looked a wreck, sweaty, mascara staining my cheeks, my ejaculate covering me. I couldn’t stop shaking and shuddering but I was smiling like a fool.
    “You look hot. You made quite a mess,” Dutch told me. I laughed and reached up for Dutch and pulled him down to the bed and curled up in him arms.
    “I don’t want to clean up. Just lay with me until I fall asleep, daddy,” I begged. Dutch did as I wanted, holding me tight, kissing my neck and shoulder. I remember him telling me he loved me and I might have replied but I’m not sure. All I really was sure of is how good I felt, how happy I was and how I never wanted this to end.
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    That summer, I rode my Softail next to Dutch up the curvy mountain road. Sheila and Locke were just ahead of us. I loved the wind in my face, the freedom I felt as the road rushed past. I still