Free Tempting Trouble (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Sophia Hampton Page B

moistness rubbing his swollen helmet shaped head across her lips again and again.
     
    She placed her hands on his ass and pulled him to her, and he allowed her the first taste of him. Ella moaned like she hadn’t had a meal in a long time, and this was one of the best she’d ever had. The sound seemed to travel up his cock and settle deep in his belly. Her flexing and relaxing fingers let him know she wanted more, so he gave her what he could.
     
    “Don’t be gentle, Tyson. I want all you have.” She tried harder to make him enter her mouth; that’s what she wanted.
     
    He didn’t know why she’d said that. It was as if those words released the beast, because he wanted to be deeper in her mouth as he felt her soft tongue and warm throat receive him. His hips pumped softly, and even the noise of the slippery wetness he was sliding into increased his arousal. He tipped his head back so he could decrease some of the stimulation, because the audio of the sucking and her demanding more coupled with the visual of Ella’s sweet lips riding up and down on his cock leaving a glistening trail was too much. He felt like he was going to drown her with the amount of spunk preparing to exit his body, and he didn’t want his honest little angel hurt.
     
    Using his hands, he tried to push her back because he was about to come, and he wasn’t even sure that he could warn her.
     
    “I know your close, Tyson, let me have it,” she panted like she was getting fucked, and he guessed she was – it was just her mouth instead of her pussy – but the fact that she was aroused by the sensual blow job she was giving made him never want to let her go.
     
    If she was aware of what was coming, then he wasn’t going to hold back. She’d worked for this, and she’d earned it truth be told. His balls were so tight and drawn up to his body it was almost painful. This pain was riding alongside a sweet hot pleasure he didn’t want to give up.
     
    He had to look down to see her before he gave them both what they clearly wanted, and Ella’s lips wrapped around his cock and her eyes trained on him was just what he needed to start the series of contractions in his belly. The first spurt filled her mouth, and he wanted to watch what she’d do with it, but his eyes wouldn’t stay open long enough to see what she was up to while his body rode wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. The loud roar he heard in his ears could have been his heart beat or his voice, but he couldn’t stop either of those things as he continued to dump load after load into Ella’s beautiful mouth.
     
    She was still looking up at him when he could finally open his eyes and see what had happened in the world while she’d rocked his. The smile on her face was the same look one would see on a contented cat. He pulled her up to stand because he had to kiss the mouth that brought him so much pleasure and found she had been playing with herself while she played with him. That was so hot he would have been hard again if it weren’t for the fact that she’d wrung him dry.
     
    “Did you like that, Tyson?” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
     
    Beside sounding like a marathon runner that hadn’t worked out in a few weeks before the big race, he wanted to give her a taste of what it was like to experience something like that and twisted her so that she had her back on the wall.
     
    “Let me show you how much.”
     
    “I don’t want you to show me now. You don’t know how awesome that was for me. Tasting your hot sticky load that you made just for me… mmmmm,” she stared into his eyes, and he couldn’t believe how excited about life he was. Unfortunately, this had happened so close to his possible demise; it saddened him, but he didn’t want to think like that. This could work out better than he thought. There was a possibility of the outcome being favorable, and even with his luck he may be able to pull off a grand slam— money in the bank,