“No, you aren’t. How many times have you gone to prison?”
“I’m an all right guy for having gone to prison a couple of times.”
“You ever killed a man?”
“No,” Rocky said. “But the night’s young. I will kill that asshole when I find him. He might be long gone, though; they were heading out when I found him the first time.”
“Good riddance,” Jennifer said. “Let him go.”
“What if he comes back?”
“You better be there to protect me,” she said with a grin. Rocky stepped forward and they kissed.
He hung around Chuck’s that night and then followed her home on his bike. She asked Barb to keep Jaxson overnight, and then they went into the bedroom.
“Be gentle,” Jennifer said, as Rocky pulled his shirt over his head. “Can you?”
“Of course I can,” Rocky said, and then they were kissing again. He broke the kiss long enough to pull her shirt up and over her head, and then he was touching her back, his fingers moving up and down her spine, making her skin tingle. His touch was light and soft though his hands were that of a man’s, hard and calloused. She put her hands on his chest, felt his firm muscles there, and a warmth flowed through her crotch, soaking her panties.
Their kisses were tender and slow; their tongues danced together. Slowly they lay upon the bed, Rocky holding himself over her. She reached down, pulled off his belt, and unzipped his pants. He wriggled out of them, clad then in just his boxer shorts. Her fingers found their way through the flap at the front and wrapped around his member, half hard then, but growing rigid against her palm and fingers.
He tasted of beer and cigarettes, and Jennifer knew she was with the right man.
He got her bra off, and his eager lips found her nipples, but she could tell he was taking it slow, being gentle, and it meant so much to her. She smiled with her eyes closed and moaned in his ear. “Fuck me hard,” she said.
“Thank god,” Rocky said. He ripped her panties down her legs, tossing them over the edge of the bed. His kisses on her breasts became bites, piercing nibbles on and around her nipples that soaked her pussy even more. He had a hand down there, two of his fingers working in and out of her, the pad of his thumb grinding gently against her clit.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, and he did so. He pushed inside her, working at a furious pace, their skin slapping together, her juices flowing. Her breathing grew laboured, and he knew she was about to come, so Rocky leaned back, still fucking her but reaching down and rubbing her clit.
“Shit!” Jennifer yelled as an orgasm rocked her, his massive cock thudding in and out of her tight pussy as it contracted around him. When she had come, he pulled out of her, standing and bending over to pick her up. He tossed her over his shoulder, her juices leaking from her snatch and running down her legs and onto his arms. They went to the living room like that, and he sat down in a chair next to the TV and he pulled her into his lap, facing away from him.
Jennifer braced herself with her hands on the arms of the chair and her feet on the carpet, her legs together as she sat on his cock. It pushed into her tight snatch, and she brought herself back up and then slammed down, riding him at a furious pace. He reached up and pulled her hair, yanking her head back until she screamed. His other hand slapped her ass, big and round and bouncing on his lap.
“Fuck me,” she screamed, over and over until he pushed her off him and then down to her knees. He stepped in front of her, and she opened her mouth so he could fuck her face. He held her head still, letting his hips control the pace. She was choking; her eyes burned as tears slid down her cheeks.
“Jerk me off onto your face,” he commanded, and Jennifer was being used once more. But the fact that he had been willing to be gentle, to go slow, it meant she was fine with it. She wanted him to use her for that; a woman should be used in the bedroom, at least sometimes. And sometimes a man should be used. Rocky was a man who was willing to go both ways. One wasn’t better than the other. She gripped him in her hand and jerked him until he came, his thick white come sloshing across her lips, her face, and up into her hair. When he was done, she smiled. She knew it was the beginning of a wonderful relationship.
*****
THE END
MOTORCYCLE Romance – Outlaw Biker’s Baby
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