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shaft like he was some warm popsicle. As I started to bob back and forth, I peeked up to see how my man was taking his treat. Lucas look pained, maybe at shedding more of his years of repressed feeling, maybe at the swell of pleasure I was giving him, or maybe it was just lust or love and he didn't know how to show those things. I tugged at his shaft so I could play with his head and keep watching him. I might have studied well at school and avoided bikers, but I knew plenty of ways to stir up a man, and I turned them all on Lucas, sucking and licking and stroking the base of his shaft. I found the little fold at the bottom of his head and rubbed my lip right up in there.
    "Goddamn, girl," he yelled, twisting against the wall. I smiled and dug my tongue up in the same spot. It was about time he started showing me a little human disrespect.
    I pulled off and licked at his thick round head like a snow cone, pounding my grip up and down his smooth shaft. Sour juices trickled down on me and I went back up to his cock head to suck them in.  Lucas groaned, a deep pounding echo that sank into me through his cock. I knew I was wet too, but I needed both hands to hold him, and I just put all that furious energy into him. All the years of looking at him and not daring to think my thoughts came pouring out through my tongue now.
    Lucas's voice broke above, and then I felt his cock shake. I felt his come surge past my stroke and pumped it along. Hot thick streams shot in my mouth like cream filling, I sucked on his head, draining him till empty, then looked up at his heaving tortured face and gulped visibly.
    He started to slump down the wall, even though he was really the one who shot me. I licked my lips clean and smiled.
    "Did I do well, my knight?" I asked.
    His eyes popped wide and then faster than I could see, his hand scooped me upright by the chin and my mouth was on his. He held me tight by the head, pressing his tongue in where his cock had been just moments ago, completely unhesitant. His other hand dug into my jeans, found my buttons and released them. His fingers danced across my pussy and I yipped into his mouth. He smiled on me, which was the most amazing thing I'd felt so far.
    We staggered back, and I didn't realize what was going on until I tipped over the armrest of the sofa. I shrieked and landed hard, my legs flying in the air. Lucas yanked my jeans off in one clean stroke, then shuffled out of his. My pussy felt cold and moist and I realized my panties were off too. We were both finally completely bare to each other.
    "Mm, you're dripping," Lucas said. "Let's see if you got any sugar in that water."
    The tall, hunky rider kneeled between my legs and sank his mouth over my pussy.
    The ceiling above me was bare wood, with pipes. Whether it actually had holes that sparkled with sunlight or whether I was just seeing heaven I could not tell, but my whole body shook as his tongue ran through my crease. He licked me open from bottom to top , landing back hard on my clit. He decided I wasn't open enough and spread my legs even wider and then pushed in deeper on top.
    I wanted to see him, but not knowing what was coming amplified all the waves of pleasure that shook up my curves. All I knew was his heat and his warmth and his wetness and the press of his straight nose into my flesh. I could not see his face, but I could hear the content in the slurping sounds as he feasted on me, lapping my folds all the way before grinding my clit. I must be flooding him my juices. I could feel all my liquid oozing up toward him.
    He pulled off for a second and I had just a second to regroup, before he pressed down square on my clit. His tongue slathered it with attention, stroking and grinding as his mouth sucked it in and out. My body was liquid now, pumping in and out his mouth, and my pleasure was just ripples, growing and growing like he were casting bigger and bigger stones. Just when they had grown to waves, I felt something else on