The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate Chapter 131

I did what he said, turning so my back was to him, my heart racing as I crossed my wrists behind me.

He stepped close, his chest brushing my back, and looped the belt around my wrists, pulling it tight, the leather firm against my skin, not hurting but holding me in place.

He tugged it once, making sure it was secure, then leaned down, his lips against my neck.

"Good girl," he said, and I melted.

Those words hit different and for a reason I want to hear them again. My body surprised me, my ass tingling, my pussy leaking down my thighs.

He turned me around to face him, his hands on my shoulders, and knelt in front of me, his eyes level with my hips.

He hooked his fingers into my panties, pulling them down slowly, exposing my shaved pussy, my swollen clit, letting them fall to my ankles, and I stepped out of them, feeling exposed but safe with him.

"Sit on the bed," he said, and I did, my bound hands making it awkward, but I managed, sitting on the edge, my legs pressed together.

Being tied up like I'm his to play with, is turning me on so much.

He pushed my thighs apart, his hands strong, spreading my legs wide so he could see my wet pussy lips, my inner thighs slick, and looked up at me, his eyes dark.

"You're so fucking gorgeous like this," he said, his voice rough, "all tied up, your pussy dripping for me, tits heaving, waiting for me to eat you out."

The way he'd knelt and pulled down my panties, the way he looked at me, and called me gorgeous and said dirty words made me realize how much I've been missing.

I swallowed, my face hot, and he leaned in, his mouth finding me, his tongue sliding against my clit, licking up my juices, making me gasp.

His mouth on me, and his tongue working my clit, made my mind race.

My hands twisted against the belt, wanting to touch him, but the restraint made everything more intense.

I can't touch him, just feel.

Oh God, this feels incredible.

Every lick on my pussy, every suck on my clit sends shocks through me.

"Tristan," I moaned, my hips moving against his mouth, needing more.

He pulled back, just enough to look at me, his lips wet with my pussy juice, his eyes burning. "Beg for it," he said, his voice firm, "tell me what you want, you dirty little slut."

His dirty description surprised me, but my body loved it, my pussy gushed, my asshole puckered and my tits ached to be touched.

"I want you," I said, my voice shaking, "I want you to fuck me, spank me, make me yours."

He's in control, and I love giving it to him.

He groaned, then stood, towering over me, and grabbed my hips, flipping me over so I was on my knees.

My face was against the sheets, my ass in the air, with my pussy exposed and dripping.

This position is so exposed, but with him, it's safe and exciting.

I felt his hand on my back, holding me down, and then a sharp smack landed on my ass cheek.

The sting made me gasp, but it melted into heat, making me push back against him.

Yes, this is what I wanted, the mix of pain and pleasure.

"You like that, having your ass spanked red?" he asked, his voice low, as he rubbed the spot he'd hit, his fingers dipping close to my asshole.

"Yes," I said, my voice muffled, "more, please, spank my ass harder."

He spanked me again, harder, on the other cheek, and I moaned. The mix of pain and pleasure making my head spin, my pussy clenching empty.

He kept going, alternating between sharp smacks on my ass, making it burn, and then gentle touches.

His fingers brushed my pussy lips, teasing my clit, each one making me wetter, needier, until I was trembling and my body begged for him.

He knows exactly what to do. Knows every part that'll shatter me and he's using it to his advantage.

"You're so fucking perfect," he said, his hands gripping my hips, "your ass all red from my hand, your pussy so wet and ready for my cock."

His dirty talk about my ass and pussy surprised me yet again, but my body reacted fiercely, my holes aching for him.

I felt him move behind me, the sound of his jeans unzipping loud in the quiet room.

And then I felt his hard cock pressing against my pussy entrance, thick and throbbing.

"You want this cock?" he asked, his voice rough, teasing me with just the tip, rubbing it along my slit, bumping my clit.

"Yes," I said, pushing back, "please, Tristan, fuck my pussy with your cock."

He didn't wait. He thrusted into me, his cock sliding deep into my pussy in one go.

Stretching and filling me completely, his balls slapping against my clit.

I couldn't help but cry out, my hands twisting against the belt.

He set a fast pace, his hips slamming against my ass, each thrust hits so deep, pushing me into the bed.

This fullness feels so perfect. So fucking perfect.

The leather belt bit into my wrists as I moved with him, his cock hitting deep inside my pussy walls.

"You feel so good," he said, his voice tight, "your pussy so tight around my cock, so wet, all mine, you little whore."

Him calling me a whore in that dirty way surprised me, but my body loved it, my orgasm hitting harder because of it.

"Yes," I moaned, "I'm yours, Tristan, fuck my pussy harder."

He spanked my ass again, the sting blending with the pleasure of his cock pounding my pussy, and I screamed, my body tightening around him, my pussy squeezing his shaft, so close to the edge.

"Scream louder," he said, his voice rough, "let everyone know who's fucking your tight pussy."

His words pushed me over, my body shaking as I came. My pussy pulses around his cock, juice squirting out.

The pleasure so intense I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, just felt him, his cock throbbing inside me.

He didn't stop, just kept going, drawing it out until I was trembling, spent, but he wasn't done.

He thrust harder, faster, his hands gripping my hips, fingers digging in, and when he came, it was with a loud groan, his cock twitching as he filled my pussy with his cum, hot and thick.

He collapsed over me, his weight heavy but comforting, his breath hot against my neck.

His softening cock still inside my pussy as our cum leaked out.

He reached around, undoing the belt, freeing my wrists, and pulled me against his chest, his lips brushing my hair. "You okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, but still rough.

"Yeah," I said, my voice hoarse, "more than okay."

He smiled against my skin, his arms tightening around me. "Good," he said, "because we're not done yet, love." Good, because I want more too, I want to explore more with him.

"I want your mouth on my cock next, give me a sloppy blowjob until I'm hard again."

Hearing him say he wanted my mouth on his cock surprised me yet again with its direct dirtiness, my body reacted immediately. My mouth watered, while my pussy clenched together, even though it was sore.

I turned in his arms, looking up at him, my hands now free to touch his chest, trace down to his abs. "Yeah?" I said, my voice teasing, but my heart racing at the idea.

I slid down the bed, my face level with his cock, still semi-hard and glistening with our mixed cum.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking slowly, feeling it twitch in my grip, and leaned in, licking the tip, tasting his salty cum and my own juices.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me. "Suck my cock, Athena, take it deep in your throat like a good slut."

His command made me wet again, surprising me how my body loved the dirty name-calling, and I opened my mouth, taking his cock inside, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the head, bobbing up and down.

I gagged a little as I took him deeper, my throat tightening, but I kept going, my hands cupping his balls, massaging them gently. He thrust his hips lightly, fucking my mouth, his groans filling the room.

"Just like that," he said, his voice rough, "suck my balls too, get them nice and wet."

I pulled off his cock with a pop, moving down to lick his balls, sucking one into my mouth, then the other, my hand stroking his shaft fast.

He moaned louder, his grip in my hair tightening, and soon his cock was rock hard again, veins pulsing. "Enough," he said, pulling me up, "now I want to fuck you again, legs tangled, pounding your pussy sideways."

He laid on his side, pulling me to lay facing him but lower, our legs intertwining like scissors, my one leg over his hip, the other under.

He guided his cock to my pussy entrance, sliding in easily since I was still wet with cum, and started thrusting, his cock hitting my g-spot at a new angle, making me gasp.

Our bodies slapped together, his hand grabbing my tit, pinching my nipple hard, adding to the kink.

"Fuck, your pussy feels amazing like this," he growled, "squeeze my cock with that tight cunt."

I moaned, rocking against him, the position intimate but dirty, our sweat mixing, his free hand slapping my ass lightly.

The surprise of this position hit me, but my body loved it, my clit rubbing against his pelvis with each thrust.

After a bit, he pulled out, flipping us. "Now lay on your side, I'll enter your pussy from behind while we spoon, but rough, like animals." I like the way he was explaining it to me, like he didn't want me to feel less experienced.

I laid on my side, and he spooned behind me, lifting my top leg high, entering my pussy from behind, his cock sliding deep.

He thrust hard, his arm around me, hand on my throat lightly for kink, choking me just enough to heighten everything, his other hand fingering my clit. "Take my cock in your pussy, you dirty girl," he said, biting my shoulder.

The position felt primal, his balls slapping my ass, his cock stretching my pussy walls, and I came again, screaming, my body shaking. He followed soon, cumming inside me once more.

We collapsed, panting, his cock still in me.

"How was it?" He asked kissing my neck bone.

I paused, thinking of the right words to use to describe what we just did.

"That was amazing" I whispered, thinking how his dirty style and kinky positions surprised me, but my body had loved every raw moment, every body part touched and claimed.

This was exactly what we needed after what we just pulled through.

"Sleep, love" I heard him say in a low voice and I did exactly what he said.

Immediately I shut my eyelids, I was gone.