The Biker's Fate Chapter 411

Grace

Flea spooned chocolate sauce onto my breast and ran his tongue along the sugary sweetness, sucking it off my nipple. I giggled gripping his head, trying to keep the stickiness from dripping onto the sheets.

"Fuck me, didn't think you could taste any sweeter," he said, sucking my other nipple and releasing it with a loud 'smack' sound.

I giggled again. "You are having way too much fun with this."

"Love eatin' you, baby, but topping you with chocolate's a good bonus."

"Well, big man, that chocolate was supposed to go on our sundaes."

He kissed his way down my body. "Kinda thinkin' I should get the ice cream and lick it off your pussy."

I shivered. "Do you have extra sheets?"

"Several."

"You can take the time to get it after you make me come."

"Maybe I'll turn you into a sundae."

I grinned. "After you make me come."

He chuckled, kissing one knee, then the other. "Wanna know my favorite kind of sundae?"

"What?"

He pushed my knees apart. "The split."

I laughed, but that quickly turned into a gasp when his mouth landed on my core and he ran his tongue over my folds. He sucked my clit, sliding two fingers inside of me and twisting them against my walls and I mewed as I ground down against his fingers.

Flea wrapped a hand around my thigh and kept me anchored to the bed while he fucked me with his fingers and mouth. I grabbed at the bedding, arching my pussy harder against his mouth.

"Flea!" I cried out as my climax washed over me.

Sliding his fingers out of me, he lifted them to this mouth and sucked them clean. "Don't move."

"Like I could if I tried," I grumbled.

He returned quickly, holding up two small pints of ice cream. One vanilla, one mint chocolate chip. "Which one do you want?"

I sat up slightly. "If you're going to eat it off me, shouldn't that be your choice?"

He grinned. "Vanilla it is."

Setting the mint on the nightstand, he popped open the vanilla and dug a spoon into it, stretching out beside me. "You ready?"

I bit my lip and smiled. "Only if I get to lick the mint chocolate chip off of you."

"No promises."

"Afraid of shrinkage?"

"What the fuck?" he growled, reaching over and grabbing my waist and squeezing.

I squealed with laughter as he tickled the crap out of me, the carton falling onto its side and dropping a blob of ice cream onto the sheet.

"Goddammit, baby, you are so fuckin' beautiful," he rasped, rolling me to my back and linking his fingers with mine, guiding our arms over my head. He kissed me, sliding his cock deep inside of me, the ice cream forgotten, and I wrapped my legs around his hips to pull him closer.

He kept my arms pinned with one hand, while he moved the other between us, his fingers whispering over my clit. I whimpered with need, arching into his hand. "Harder," I begged.

He pressed a little harder against my clit, then slammed into me, moving his hand to my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingertips. My hands were imprisoned by his, so the only part of my body I could move was my hips… which I did.

"Harder," I growled.

He stilled his hips and cupped my cheek. "You want hard?"

"How did you guess?"

"On your knees."

He pulled out of me and I sat up on my knees. He settled himself behind me, his arms sliding around me, one hand slipping between my legs, the other cupping a breast. "On all fours, Grace."

I complied immediately and was rewarded with his cock sliding into me from behind.

"Oh my god," I rasped.

"You okay?"

"Yes. Fuck me, please."

"Mmm, begging. I like it," he whispered, and slammed into me.

I squeaked, grinding my ass against him. I had never felt anything so perfect. Flea gripped my hips and buried himself deeper and deeper, faster and faster, as my body was swamped with sensation, but when he slid his hand between my legs and pressed his fingers against my clit, I exploded, screaming his name as I fell to the mattress.

Flea continued to thrust into me, building me up all over again.

"Wait, baby," I begged. "Don't stop."

"Get there, Grace."

"Harder," I demanded, and he complied. His hand connected with my ass, and I came around him, my orgasm washing over me so quickly, I could barely catch my breath.

He wasn't far behind me, rolling us both to our sides and kissing the back of my neck. "Fuckin' perfect."

"I want to do that again. All of it. Especially, the spanking part."

"You liked that, huh?"

I craned my neck to smile at him. "Probably more than I should."

He chuckled. "You really are a minx."

"Only because you make me one."

"Best job ever."

I giggled, shifting and connecting with cold and sticky liquid. "I'm either in ice cream or cum, either way, it's kind of gross."

Flea kissed me gently, then climbed off the bed. "Head to the shower and I'll strip the bed."

"Are you going to join me?" I asked and slid off the mattress.

"Yeah, baby. I'll put this shit away and be right in."

I smiled, reaching for him and standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. "Don't be long."

"I won't."

I walked down the hall to his bathroom and turned on the shower. His place was an older unit, but it was surprisingly clean for a bachelor pad. When I opened the shower curtain, I almost cried. He'd stocked the shelves with my favorite body wash, shampoo, and conditioner, and when I looked under the sink, I found thick towels that felt new.

I turned when he walked in and wrapped my arms around his waist. "I love you."

"Love you, too." He chuckled. "What brought that on?"

"Um, let's start with all my favorites stocked in the bathroom, along with my favorite wine in your kitchen, and end with you defending my honor with your mother."

"You're welcome," he said, and kissed me gently.

"You got a little sauce right there." I leaned forward and ran my tongue between his pecs.

He lifted my chin and kissed me, lifting me into the shower.

We spent the next twenty minutes getting clean… then dirty again.