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back at the club.
    She sank down to her knees, running her hands down my six pack. Then she brought her hands lower, over my belt, letting her long nails scrape against my thick Kevlar riding jeans. She teased my cock through the fabric, driving me crazy with lust. Her hands continued down past my cock, exploring my rock-hard thighs, strengthened by years of holding my body tight against my bike.
    She looked up at me, needful urgency in her eyes. “Help me take it out.”
    I chuckled to myself. Chicks were always intimidated by the belt buckle.
    I unfastened my belt and then my jeans. She rubbed her hands against my thighs, impatient, just like I was. I unzipped my jeans and took her hand in mine. I placed it over the hard bulge beneath my boxers, and my erection stiffened against the palm of her hand.
    “Axl,” she gasped. She hooked her fingers over the elastic waistband of my boxers and gently pulled the waistband down. I felt the roughness of the fabric travel down the length of my hard shaft, revealing my erect manhood to her.
    She wrapped her palm around the base of it, its girth too great for her fingertips to meet her thumb. She placed her other palm lightly on the shaft—barely enough to make contact—and ran it up and down the full length.
    “God,” I said, “This is all I’ve been able to fucking think about since I first saw you.”
    “Me too,” she whispered. “God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” The tone of her voice was one of guilty, lustful admission.
    I looked intently into her eyes as her hands explored the new sensation of my cock. “Put it in your mouth. Now.” I commanded her.
    She did as she was told. She rubbed the sensitive underside against her soft lips. Then, she flicked her tongue over the tip, wetting it with her saliva.
    “Oh, fuck,” I said. My heat beat faster inside my chest, while my bike’s engine rumbled steadily in the background.
    Her tongue glided up and down my cock. I could feel it travel over the hard, thick, engorged veins. Then, she took the tip completely in her mouth. I felt her lips struggle and stretch to accommodate my girth, and I might have felt sorry for her taking on my monstrous dick. That is, if she didn’t look like she was enjoying it so damn much.
    She began to work up a rhythm with her mouth and hands, one hand on my balls and the other working up and down the length of my shaft, lubricated by the saliva of her precious mouth. She’d definitely done this before. I felt pressure building up in my balls, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I reached down, running a hand through her hair, the sensuality of the moment heightening my arousal.
    Holly looked up at me, taking her mouth off of me just long enough to ask, “Are you going to do it?”
    “Oh, fuck yeah,” I said, and pressed her head closer, pushing my cock deep into her throat.
    She increased her pace and intensity, and pushed me over the edge.
    “Oh, fuck,” I grunted.

Chapter 8: Holly
    My panties were dripping wet as I knelt on the side of the dirt road, the cool night breeze surrounding us, Axl Archer’s huge cock filling up my mouth.
    This made no sense whatsoever. He was bad for me. Bad, even though there was something more to him than the other bikers. Bad, even though my visceral attraction to him was stronger than anything I’d ever experienced before. Bad, even though for some reason I sensed a goodness inside him.
    I should’ve kept running when I heard his bike behind me. I should’ve screamed until someone heard me and he was forced to let me go.
    But I hadn’t done that, because I couldn’t resist him. Every sinew of his muscles, every hair that formed the handsome beard on his face, every aspect of his leathery, masculine scent—they all conspired against me and controlled me like a puppet. He was such a man, and he made me feel like a woman in a way that no other guy ever had.
    Did he really find me beautiful? I knew I shouldn’t care. But damn, it