Bikers and Tinsel

My breath hitches.

“Like that, Jaybird?” he growls.

I squirm, and he does it again. The little sting is quite thrilling.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you, now,” he growls, hauling me up and spinning me around, dropping that shoulder again and lifting me, carrying me toward the front door.

He runs us through the cold to our cabin and as soon as we get in, he kicks the door closed and drops me down onto the couch.

Oh, yes.

We’re not even going to the room.

The couch is soft, and I sink back into it as he drops his body over mine, crushing those divine lips over my more-than-willing ones. I open to him, mewling when he dips his tongue into my mouth, taunting me, teasing me, giving me something and then taking it away. He knows he’s killing me.

His fingers run up my thighs, tickling the skin there as his mouth moves over mine. I whimper and tangle my fingers into his thick hair, tugging him, wanting more of what he’s giving.

Suddenly he pulls away, and looks down at me with a hungry expression. His lips are swollen and glistening and oh, what a gorgeous sight. He leans down, looking me dead in the eye, and murmurs, “I want you over the back of the couch. I’m going to spank that cute ass.”

Oh.

Hell.

Yes.

He grips my wrists and lifts me, pulling me up before spinning me around and bending me over the couch.

“Ever had your pussy licked from behind, Jaybird?”

“N-n-no,” I whimper.

“You’re in for a fuckin’ treat, then.”

He has me naked in a second, clothes torn in a pile on the floor. I hear him unbuckle his jeans, and then I feel him...right there...at my exposed pussy. The fact that my ass is in his face doesn’t seem to worry him. He just plunges his tongue into my sensitive flesh...from behind. The sensation is out of this world. His head presses against my ass, putting just enough pressure down to make me buck. I grip the cushions on the couch as he slides his tongue up and down my slit, and then his finger slides into my entrance.

God.

This man has a tongue that can do mighty fine things.

His fingers slip in and out of me, and his tongue continues to slide up and down, then around my clit—its mission? To explore my pussy. I am shaking by the time I’m ready to come. My entire body convulses, and I feel like everything inside me is about to explode. Well, in a sense, it is. Muff thrusts his fingers deeper, twisting them in that perfect way to get me where I need to go.

I come, and I come with a bang.

I scream and buck, shoving my ass into his face and whimpering his name as every last shudder is dragged from my body.

“Stay there,” he rasps when he pulls away from my swollen flesh.

I’m not about to argue.

I hear some shuffling, and then I feel something soft running down my backside, like feathers, maybe a little softer.

“W...w...what is that?” I murmur in a dream-like state.

“It’s your candy cane, only I put my hat over it.”

Mmmmm.

Another good use of the hat.

He slides it up and down again, just touching my skin. “Are you ready for my hand? You’ve been a bad little Santa.”

I hear more shuffling, and then he reaches over, and I feel his skin grazing my back, as he places his hat on my head. “You look fuckin’ cute. Stay right there, Jaybird.”

“Are you going to spank me?” I whisper.

“Bad girls get spanked.”

Mmmmm.

Role play is nice.

“But,” I whimper, deciding to play along, “it wasn’t me.”

“It was you,” he growls, squeezing my ass cheek. “I saw you with my own eyes.”

“Please sir,” I beg. “I swear it wasn’t.”

“You know how I feel about liars,” he purrs. “I like to punish them.”

Suddenly, I lunge forward. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

I scurry across the couch and land on my feet, before rushing toward the hall. I hear his footsteps behind me, and my adrenaline spikes. It’s an intense feeling, having someone chase you. He gets hold of me just before I leap into the bedroom. His arms come around my waist and he hauls me backwards, slamming me into his chest. His arms surround me, and his lips drop down to my ear.

“Bad girl. You’ll pay for that.”

He spins me around, and as soon as my face presses against his bare chest, I bite into the flesh there. Oh God, does he taste divine. He growls and tangles his fingers into my hair, jerking me backwards. His lusty blue eyes connect with mine, and I can see so much want there.

“Last chance to start behaving, or I’ll make it hurt.”

I lift my foot and stomp on his. With a growl, he stumbles backwards. I turn and run again, loving this little game we’re playing. A giggle escapes my throat as I disappear around the corner. A moment later, Muff comes charging around after me, catching me again. He grabs my body and slams it against the wall before crushing his against mine. My face is pressed against the cool wooden wall, and my body is alive, ready to be devoured.

Muff’s hand connects with my ass in one, swift movement. A loud slap fills the room. My moan of pleasure follows that. Hissing, he slaps my bottom again, harder this time. My pussy clenches. God, why is this so erotic? He reaches down, gripping my ass cheek in his hand and kneading it roughly, slightly lifting. I can feel his erection jutting into my ass, hot and heavy.

“Goin’ to fuck you now, hard.”