Free Reverence: MC Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 3) by Davida Lynn Page B

Romero’s cock sprung free. I didn’t waste any time taking him into my waiting mouth.

    I smiled as he moaned. There was something so magical about pleasing him, and as much as I wanted his cock inside of me, I wanted to really take my time with Romero. I knew very well that it might be our only time together, and I wasn’t about to waste it.

    My biker leaned back as I wrapped my lips around his shaft. I moaned as I took him deep into my mouth. He always let out such caveman sounds when I did that. I could never understand why some women thought that giving head was submissive. I was in total control with my fingers around Romero’s cock, and my mouth delivering pleasure. He was putty in my hands. Rock hard, throbbing putty.

    The desire that had been building up inside of me for weeks grew beyond my control. It had taken over my mind and it needed to be satisfied. I gave his cock one last lick from his balls all the way up to the tip before I stood.

    Romero pulled me hard against his body, his lips all over my neck. I felt his hands working my bra off, then moving down to my jeans. My favorite thing about going down on Romero was how it turned him into a complete animal. It got to a certain point where he couldn’t even talk anymore. He just had to have me.

    “Oh god, yes.” My words were stuttered, hardly able to slip past my lips.  He wrestled my jeans and underwear down together. Romero sunk to his knees, balling them up at my feet. His tongue danced over my skin. First he circled my belly button, then moved lower. I pulled my shirt and bra off, tossing them anywhere but in the way. I grabbed onto Romero’s shoulders as his tongue brushed over my mound. He could somehow be so rough and so elegantly soft at the same time.  

    My knees quivered as he almost buried his face between my legs. His hands were at my ass, slowly pulling me toward that talented mouth of his. “Tell me what you want.”

    I wanted to die in that moment of perfection. “For starters, I need you to fuck me with that tongue.”

    He brought his hand against my ass so quickly that I didn’t even see it coming. I should’ve known better. I knew he would make me wait, and I’d be punished for it, too. I let out a yelp and grabbed onto his shoulders.

    “Please, Romero. I need you so badly. I can’t think straight. I can’t breathe without feeling empty. Romero, I’ll beg if that’s what it takes. I’ll do anything to get you to satisfy me.”

    Romero laughed, but it sounded more like a grunt. He spanked me again, and then dove between my legs.

    My mouth dropped open, and my head fell back. My grip on his shoulders tightened as my knees went weak. Romero’s tongue slipped between my wet lips. After all the pain and torture of the past few days, a bit of carnal pleasure was an incredible relief. I could feel the deep vibrations of his voice against me as he moaned, already working to push me over the edge of pleasure.

    It took so much effort to stay on my feet, and as my orgasm grew, it was harder and harder to stay upright. I shifted my body toward the chain-link fence separating the dugout from the field. Romero followed, never ceasing to work his tongue over my most sensitive area. Leaning against the fence, I concentrated on his amazing tongue. Pressure grew inside of me, threatening to take away any sense of control that I had left.

    “Oh my God. It feels like an eternity since you’ve made me come.” My words came out in sharp stabs, escaped gasps of pleasure.

    Romero’s only response was a beastly grunt from between my legs. I can almost hear the devilish smile on his lips. I knew my too well. He was up to something. His tongue disappeared from my wetness, causing me to groan and bite my bottom lip.

    Romero climbed back up my body ignoring or oblivious to my pitiful cries. He had me so close before giving up. He had me so, so close.

    I tasted myself on his lips when we kissed. He always loved making me do that. It