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

my voice wavering. “Oh, God...Tommy.”
    He continued kissing my thighs, causing my pussy to throb with even more intensity. The teasing was turning me on so much, but I couldn’t take any more. I needed his touch.
    I reached forward and grabbed the hair on the top of his head. Then I pulled him toward my crotch, causing his tongue to meet my sopping wet flower.
    “God yes,” I groaned, as my throbbing pussy finally got what it had been craving.
    Tommy squeezed the outside of my thighs and began to quickly moving his tongue up and down my pussy, slipping gently inside as he went. Went he got to the top of my flower, he flicked his tongue firmly against my clit and then licked a few circles around it. Then he continued moving up and down, parting my pussy lips.
    My juices gushed out of my flower and onto his tongue, as the pleasure began to overwhelm me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back onto the couch cushion. Then I brought my hands to my naked breasts, squeezing them softly as he ate me out.
    My fingers danced over my nipples and I moved circles around them, feeling the surrounding areola. I knew just how to touch them to make them feel amazing and the combination of that, and what Tommy was doing to my pussy, was enough to make me dizzy with pleasure.
    Suddenly, Tommy began to focus on my clit, flicking it with his tongue. Each flick causing an electric shock of sensation to shoot through me and I found myself beginning to moan loudly.
    “Oh, fuck...” I said, as I started to slowly buck my hips forward, pressing my flower firmly against his tongue.
    Tommy continued to squeeze my thighs as he ate me out, pulling his face deeper into my womanhood.
    Holy fuck...This feels amazing...
    I brought my hands down and firmly gripped the couch cushion below me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt my jaw drop slightly. The waves of ecstasy became more intense, each one pushing me closer to orgasm.
    Without even thinking about it, I squeezed my thighs together, clamping Tommy’s head firmly in place.
    “Tommy, I’m coming...” I whispered, as the pace of my breathing quickened.
    Tommy moaned in satisfaction and continued his focus on my clit. My back began to arch, pushing my tits upward in the air.
    “Oh, fuck...” I groaned, as the waves of pleasure continued to bombard my senses.
    Tommy quickened his pace, pummeling the firm little nub at the top of my pussy with intense effort. The increase in speed put me over the top and I felt a final wave of pleasure course through me.
    “I’m fucking coming,” I said, between gritted teeth.
    My thighs squeezed together firmly and a gush of my natural lubrication poured out of my pussy, all over Tommy’s lower lip and chin. My entire body trembled and a second later, my back relaxed out of its arch, collapsing onto the couch below.
    “Fuck...” I said, as I did my best to catch my breath.
    I held my hands up to my face, noticing how they were shaking uncontrollably. Then I took a few deep breaths, finally relaxing my thighs from around Tommy’s head. He pulled away and looked up at me, slowly licking his lips, savoring the flavor of my womanhood as it coated his tongue.
    “That was hot,” he said, as his gaze moved up and down my body.
    I laid there for a moment, regaining my senses from the intense orgasm. I couldn’t believe it. In less than two days, Tommy had made me climax three times. Justin had never even been able to do it once. I immediately knew that I had made the right decision by staying in California with Tommy.
    Tommy stood up from the floor. The bulge in the crotch of his jeans had grown in size in just the previous few minutes and I could see the outline of it underneath the denim.
    “I want to return the favor,” I said, playfully.
    Tommy smiled and then quickly unbuckled his belt. Then he buttoned his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxers, releasing his cock. It bounced back up as soon as his pants fell below his tip. He