Tommy: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Romance by R.S. Wallace Page A

the bike,” I said. “I want you right now.”
    Tommy’s hands slid down my naked sides, all the way to my ass. Then he used his powerful arms to lift me up, bringing my face to the same level as his.
    “Fuck the bike,” he said. “You’re too beautiful to leave, even for a second.”
    I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, feeling the passion flow through my body. I was no longer holding anything back. I had nothing to hide and nothing to run from and it felt amazing.
    Our tongues darted quickly in and out of each other’s mouths and I felt a pleasurable tingle course through my body as I began to get turned on. My legs were wrapped around Tommy’s waist as he held me and I used them to squeeze him tightly.
    As we kissed, I brought my hands to the back of his head and gripped his hair. I couldn’t get close enough to him. My entire body was craving him and I couldn’t hold myself back. I moaned softly and then slowly pulled my face away from his.
    “Oh, God, Tommy,” I whispered. “I don’t know what it is about you...”
    Tommy flashed his playful smile and then carried me out to the living room. Then he set me down on the couch, the same place where he had first kissed me. He immediately brought his lips to my neck, gently biting and kissing the sensitive skin. I reached forward, feeling the bulge underneath his jeans. I ran my fingers over it, tracing his cock that was underneath.
    “Fuck me, Tommy,” I said, as my breaths began to quicken.
    My pussy was throbbing, aching with a desperation unlike anything I had experienced. His manhood and masculinity had become like a drug and it was like I couldn’t get enough to completely satisfy me.
    Tommy quickly moved his tongue from my neck to my breasts, sliding it across the flesh in between. He immediately placed his mouth over my nipple. I moaned softly as he began to flick it with his tongue, causing it to grow firm in an instant.
    I arched my back, causing my chest to push up toward his face. He continued bombarding my nipple with his tongue, causing pleasure to shoot through me.
    “Oh, God, Tommy...” I whispered, as I opened my legs, wrapping them around his waist once again.
    Tommy crawled on top of me and then slowly pulled his mouth away from my nipple. I looked down, noticing that it was fully erect and shining from his saliva. He gave it a few more licks, making circles around the outside of my areola and then he brought his mouth to my other breast, giving it equal attention.
    After a moment, he pulled his face away from my chest and then put a hand on each of my breasts. He squeezed them together gently. The silver medallion was sucked between them, suffocating, as Tommy massaged the mounds of flesh on either side of it.
    He admired my tits for a moment and then leaned forward once again, moving his face back and forth between my nipples, devouring me sexually. He moaned as he moved, the vibration transmitting from his mouth and to my nipples.
    As Tommy pleasured my breasts, I reached forward and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his tattooed skin. He sat up and then quickly pulled the shirt open and slipped it off. Then he tossed it carelessly behind him. Immediately after, he brought his mouth back to my body.
    He kissed my breasts a few more times and then began making his way downward. Inch by inch, he drug his lips along my stomach. My pussy dampened as he got closer and I opened my legs even further, anticipating his tongue on my flower.
    Tommy grabbed my legs and draped them over his shoulders. Then he pulled his face away from my lower stomach and gently began kissing the inside of my thighs, just inches away from my pussy. Back and forth, he moved his face, kissing the inside of my right thigh and then my left, each time also moving closer to my womanhood.
    The tension was killing me and I wanted so badly for him to just dive in, sliding his tongue inside of me, devouring every inch of my flower.
    “Tommy...” I said,