Hung (Selected Sinners MC #4) Read Online Free

life eating on a daily basis. If the world offered me various foods, eating only one seemed senseless. Consequently, if there were women who were willing to fuck me, forcing myself to be satisfied with only one made absolutely no sense what so fucking ever.
    “Oh my god…I’m going…to do it…again,” she wailed as I continued to flick my tongue against her clit.
    With my index finger sliding in and out of her well lubricated ass and my thumb doing the same with her pussy, I continued to wedge her clit between my upper lip and tongue. As I rolled her little nub between them with precision, she moaned as if she were dying.
    “Holy fuck…holy fuck…” she bellowed as she bucked her hips up and down.
    As she lowered her hips and relaxed, collapsing onto the lounge chair, I pulled my head from between her legs and gazed down at her motionless body.
    “I can’t believe…you can do that…for so long,” she breathed as she attempted to sit upright.
    I cleared my throat and coughed a light laugh, “If licking pussy was a crime, I’d be doing life in prison.”
    She sat up in the chair and sighed. Her hair was a mess. The sun beat down on us through the cloudless sky, and her body was covered in sweat. Her swimsuit bottom at the edge of the pool, and her top askew across her b-cup titties from all the writhing around in the lounge, she looked young and confused.
    “You alright?” I asked as I stood.
    “Just kind of dizzy. Holy crap, you’re really good at that,” she sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair.
    “Oh wow,” she giggled as she pointed toward my crotch.
    I glanced downward.
    My cock was rigid, and the fabric of my swim trunks was stretched as tight as a violin string. After a few minutes in the pool, she had wanted to sunbathe, which led to me betting her I could make her orgasm six times from licking her pussy. Whether I could or not was irrelevant, her accepting the bet got my foot in the door – sexually speaking.
    Standing in front of her with a cock so hard it could be used to cut diamonds; it appeared I had every ounce of her attention.
    “Tends to get excited when I do that,” I grinned.
    “You like it? Doing it?” she asked without looking up.
    “Love it,” I responded.
    “Can I see it?” she asked as she leaned forward and tilted her head toward the bulge in my shorts.
    “Thought you’d never ask,” I responded as I reached for the drawstring.
    I untied the knot, and pulled down on the waist of my shorts as she fixed her eyes on the prize. After gripping my cock with one hand and pushing down on my shorts with the other, I finally managed to pull it from confinement.
    “Holy crap,” she gasped as it sprung free.
    “What?” I asked, attempting to seem surprised by her shock.
    Her eyes widened as she leaned forward and gazed at my cock. After a long minute of studying it, she glanced upward.
    She swallowed heavily as she covered her mouth with her hand, “That’s huge.”
    “Yeah, it kind of is. And we’re on a time crunch. Right now, your little twat is about as wet and ready as it’ll ever be. Come here,” I said as I kicked my shorts to the side.
    “Right here? In the backyard?” she said as she glanced over each shoulder.
    “I just sucked on your pussy for thirty minutes; don’t start that high and mighty shit now. And take that top off so I can play with your titties,” I said as I motioned toward the bathhouse.
    She stood from her seat, glanced around the pool nervously, and sighed. As she reached up to remove her top, I began to stroke my cock.
    “Do you have a condom?” she asked as she tossed her top on the concrete beside her bikini bottom.
    “If God wanted me to wear a condom, I’d have been born with one wrapped around my cock. I don’t wear ‘em. Ever,” I said flatly.
    “I’ll take my chances with diseases. I know I’m clean, and I’m gonna guess your clean,” I shrugged.
    “I am, but…” she said through her teeth.
    “You ain’t